In the spirit world, a unique high-level plane-Baichuan Continent.
In the void outside the barrier, nine super puppets took over and patrolled with superb speed, always guarding this pure land, regardless of wind and rain, never leaving.
The space tunnel, Luo Xingchen, stepped in from the milky white doorway.
His realm is unaffected here.
This shows that the Baichuan Continent will not have any influence on the Ten Tribulation Realm at least.
As for other high-level planes, this is not the case.
The territory has also expanded more than a hundredfold, still not as good as one percent of the super plane.
After not much thought, he returned to the former Tianhuang Temple.
The Heavenly Desolate Palace stretches for tens of thousands of miles and is protected by a barrier. The power of the barrier allows the domain master to retreat.
This Tian Desolate Palace, which has not been seen for more than a hundred years, has also changed its appearance.
Home is a bit strange to him.
In the Tianhuang Temple, there is a long forest, a longevity forest.
Countless trees in the forest occupy one-tenth of the pattern of the Tianhuang Temple.
The first place he went was here.
Quietly, no one knew, Luo Xingchen walked in the tree-lined forest, looking up at these newly added cards.
The sword shocked the man, the Emperor Qiong.
Qingzi fir, red damask.
Little sloppy Hong Fang.
Haori sword!
Su Ming...
Luo Xingchen was surprised to find that people who did not belong to Tianhuang Temple, as long as they were his friends, were also buried here.
He thought about it, and he should add another name.
He cut off a tree branch and put it in the ground crack, the palm of his hand released a green light, the mood of life, and he cultivated trees.
Before long, a big tree rose from the ground, Luo Xingchen carved a wooden sign, blessed by the seal, and will never decay, her name is Yan Yuxi.
After doing it silently, he officially returned to the mansion.
At this time, Luo Xingchen's appearance has changed, with long hair fluttering, silver white like ice and snow.
He is the Ice Emperor, who was once jokingly called in the Nine Quexian Mansion, and now it has become a fact.
The silver hair represents his way of ice, which is unfathomable.
This look, this look, maybe he came back, and many people may not know him anymore.
Sure enough, he was walking on the broad avenue, and the passing pedestrians looked at him with curious eyes, bowed their heads and talked a lot.
"This senior is so powerful... His aura makes me feel chilly!"
"Who is this... Why haven't I seen it in the Heavenly Desolate Palace all these years?"
"Let's go, don't disturb others."
These people in Tianhuangdian made a way for him, and when they saw him, they hid away.
Luo Xingchen felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and everything is a human being. How many can stay with him to the end
So many people have passed away suddenly and long.
Take one, his heart will be heavy once.
The white shirt has long hair and his eyes are like stars, shining without hurting others.
This figure is eye-catching wherever he goes.
He walked to a vast martial arts field and saw tens of thousands of martial artists, listening to the teachings of a strong man in his ears.
This is a middle-aged man with a sharp-edged eyes, broad shoulders and broad body. He looks powerful. The cultivation base of the domain master is hung on him, and he can be called a saint.
The sword saint Shao Feng took the initiative to attach to his first batch of domain masters.
The strength of these tens of thousands is uneven, but they are all young.
Regardless of their strength, they have the same goals and the same beliefs.
Shao Feng's words reached everyone's ears.
"Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, I just want to say that the practice is personal, as long as you are not afraid, you will have the opportunity to break through the sky.
Everyone has his own martial arts and there is no need to imitate others.
I, Shao Feng, think that my life is mediocre and it is difficult to come up with a decent hole card, but I never retreat.
Work hard, take your own way, and grasp your own tasks. Everyone, each of you, must learn from at least a hundred people in the same realm. Accumulate experience well, more experience is your strength. "
After Shao Feng left, Ling never found Luo Xingchen standing in the dense crowd.
He left, walking in a hurry.
Today's Heavenly Desolate Palace has a brand new look, and sure enough, he has become a stranger.
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Biyu Pavilion, the residence of women's martial arts in Tianhuang Temple.
A goddess, with nine-color brilliance flowing around her body, she is sitting on a colorful chair.
All the women below listened respectfully to her orders.
One of the women clasped her hands and said: "Mother, there is a strange person in the Tianhuang Temple, who is swimming around. He has silver hair and hanging shoulders. No one can see his strength. I don't know if it is an enemy or a friend."
"is it?"
She shook her head and chuckled, rather sentimental, lowered her head, a little hurt.
"I'm back, and don't want to look at me... You guy... Alas!"
"By the way, mistress, I have one more thing to ask for. Why do all the seniors have returned, but my master, Yan Yuxi, has disappeared, and no one knows where she is going? Please also ask the mistress for help. "
A young and beautiful woman named Yu Zhuling, she was a little anxious, looking at it with prayerful eyes, this goddess sitting high in the gods was their belief.
She regained her consciousness and nodded: "Okay, you should withdraw first, I will make my own arrangements for everything."
So these women retreated one after another, and the Biyu Pavilion became empty.
The four walls are inlaid with luxurious jasper, giving people a refreshing and pleasing feeling.
She took out a portrait, and now she can only rely on fantasy to determine what Luo Xingchen will become.
"It's exactly what I think."
Just after speaking, the stars outside the door swept silently.
The person who made her think about it was officially back.
Her gaze suddenly quietly looked at the long-haired young man standing at the door without saying a word.
Only two words are written in this appearance, vicissitudes of life.
The only thing she had ever seen was that Mo Tian possessed this kind of temperament.
The person who came was not Motian.
The two eyes looked at each other awkwardly, and soon became warm and deep, and the stalemate was broken.
"Let you wait a long time, my twin."
As a man, Luo Xingchen is ashamed of everyone.
Hero, Tianjiao, Emperor, Supreme, at this time, all these names do not exist in him.
He is just someone's husband.
"I'm about to ask you, may I ask you, who knows everything, where is Yan Yuxi now?"
The first sentence Yue Wushuang met with him was to ask someone else.
Luo Xingchen could only feel a little bit of guilt, and said in a deep voice, "Longevity Forest, sleep soundly."
Yue Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and then two lines of tears fell.
"Another one..."
She couldn't say anything.
"Where is Xianxue? Where is your good sister?"
In Yue Wushuang's second sentence, it was someone else who asked.
Luo Xingchen said calmly: "She is okay, she is leisurely and retired."
Yue Wushuang paused and smiled: "Recently, I found out an interesting piece of news that your old lover has formed a unique force called Unfeeling Dao. Do you know who I am talking about?"
Luo Xingchen thought for a while, and said condensedly: "Su Mengyao?"
"Sure enough, you guessed it! This shows that in your heart, her status is not low!"
Yue Wushuang lifted her lips, her eyes turned resentful.
"I can't take care of other people's affairs. If it is peaceful today, let me rest and rest! Shuang'er, why don't you ask me?"
Luo Xingchen looked at her with a deep expression.
"Oh, compare your heart to your heart, you didn't ask me!"
Yue Wushuang pouted and seemed a little angry.
"Yue Wushuang, you are still my beloved wife! These three words are engraved in my mind and have not changed. But I prefer to be nosy. Now, I don't think about anything. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you..."
Luo Xingchen's words were very resolute and unwavering, making Yue Wushuang, suddenly like a dream, opening his mouth in surprise, looking incredible.
"You don't want to realize the heart of the recovery of all things?"
With tears in her tears, she was unable to extricate herself, and her voice became choked.
"Let's do it, I'm really tired. Now, even if the demons hit the mountain gate, I don't want to worry about it."
Luo Xingchen smiled brilliantly and had a godlike temperament. With every step he took, he produced a lotus, fire lotus, water lotus, ice lotus, manglietia, golden lotus, colorful lotus...
What this means is that lotus grows step by step!
Stepping on the red roof of the main hall, the lotus gradually disappeared, and he descended in front of Yue Wu Fang, close at hand, lovesickness.
At this time, the night is boundless, it is late!
The Jade Pavilion, hidden by the gate, was sealed by an enchantment, and it was difficult for the saint to break.
In the Jade Pavilion, there was a sound of ecstasy...
A month later, the planes of various places are moving at a fast speed towards a central point, and they are about to merge completely.
Nine days away, the evil clouds are boundless, and the hideous faces are pouring out from all corners of the void, unwilling to accept them.
A golden palm, covering the void above all planes, blasted straight out, an inch of golden light and an inch of evil passing away.
This is the real power, and it will never change.
The evil troubles have been eliminated. From this era, it has entered a new stage. It should be called the Demon God Ji.
In the void, there is a huge black hole storm that will always exist. The man tore the world apart and went away. His face was very delicate, but his strength was smiling proud of the sky.
The Void God Realm, the independent supreme realm, a game of chess, thousands of years, is not over yet.
The white-bearded old man looked at the hurried arrival of this delicate young man who was a little late.
The delicate young man sat on the stone platform, glanced at the chessboard casually, twisted out a black chess empty-handed, and landed on the square chessboard.
"Little Fa, have you found that cold blade?"
"I found it and killed him. It turned out to be vulnerable, but a guy escaped by chance. It seems that he was the evil race Erque who confronted me face-to-face last time. His strength is worse than that of Cold Blade, and it is not to be feared. "
"You and my plan really worked. However, I would like to remind you that I have been to the Heavenly Formation Tower, the ninety-ninth floor, and that altar has not yet appeared.
You must be cautious in this matter. You let those real gods out of the world. Now, how many people have gained the way, how many return, and how many have fallen? "
"Buddha, Emperor of the Five Elements, Lei Di, Yueyu, Jiang Wukun, Kunpeng, Cang Ming, Emperor Heaven, Sword Emperor... Chaos and Wilderness, these people are more outstanding."
The delicate young man said, but there was no trace of joy in his eyes.
"Where's the magic dance? Where's the Corpse Heavenly Emperor? These two guys, why didn't you destroy them in the first place?"
The white-bearded old man fell behind without regrets.
"Whether the magic dance has gone, or where it is hidden, I haven't found out yet, the dead body disappeared, and the imprint I left in his spiritual thoughts, I don't know if it worked.
Don't blame me, all creatures need checks and balances, even Cang Ming belongs to the magic way.
How can one rise without a strong enemy? "
The delicate youth is a typical no-regrets, no matter right or wrong, he just thinks he is right.
The white-bearded old man nodded and said: "Your words are correct, so, what are you planning next?"
"There is no need for me to intervene, the spiritual world will not be peaceful. Let them make trouble, do not break or stand, otherwise they will never catch up with the outside world, and they will not be able to stop the calamity.
Moshen Ji, Mozu, stand up! "
The God Realm, the Human Realm, and the Devil Realm are all intricately complex.
The future situation is not yet known, and the future of the spiritual world will not be stable...