Yan Wuyue, who was obviously tortured, left with Yin Xiaoru with her arms around her, very casual, as if the person who had just passed away was not her, as if nothing had happened.

I am really a person who is Yan Wuyue’s lifelong beacon, why bother to be so embarrassed?

Instead, Xia Guixuan, who seemed to be drifting away from the clouds, sat in the clouds without leaving. He watched the two women get into Yin Xiaoru's fat car, then raised his fingers and looked at the traces left on his fingertips.

It's a hell, I'll do such a thing.

It actually feels quite exciting.

I don’t know whether this is called being free or falling into a demon. This kind of thing is often a line of separation and is difficult to distinguish.

The most difficult thing to distinguish is that each person is different, for example, to an old scholar, it is depravity.

But for a Queen of Xia, the Immortal Emperor, is that right?

Xia Guixuan admitted that this was indeed his former factor, and he had been despised by him for many years, and he thought that it was something that must be erased.

"The deepest lust in the way of heaven cannot be worn away by the Father God."

The difference between Buddha and demon is nothing more than... is it to save?

Burned or reborn?

Xia Guixuan took a deep breath, removed his thoughts, sensed Ling Moxue's position, and appeared next to him in an instant.

…………

Ling Moxue is "downloading a copy" at this time.

That is, their secret realm mastered by the Heavenly Taoism.

It is said to be experience, but it actually has many meanings.

This organization is the "Cultivator Association" and the "Cultivator Association". The association is a scattered force, but the core believers are an extremely considerable force, which even covers many senior officials of Daxia humans, even high-ranking officials.

According to the previous plan, this is a force that can change the color of mountains and rivers.

After being disturbed by the "Father God", the identity of the priest of the leader Shang Zhao Ye Shen's generation was exposed. Many elders were gods. It is afraid that it would be difficult for them to continue causing trouble in human society. They either killed the insider Ling Moxue, or they had to withdraw collectively.

But Ling Moxue obviously cannot be slaughtered, so she can only withdraw from this century-old layout pitifully and leave it to see if she can reach some agreement with Ling Moxue in the future.

I don’t know that Shang Zhaoye complained about this troublemaker Father God in his heart.

Ling Moxue had been in the internal layout of the Tiandao Sect for a while, and with the status of "saint" in her position, her own practice rose rapidly. Now it is time to successfully accept the power. Choose the secret realm, one is to adjust the power, and the other is to show off her own practice, which will shock her dissatisfaction.

She also had the intention of training. She had gained a lot from Xia Guixuan. A war against Zelt was not enough to be completely digested. Instead, the ancient divine land was more suitable for sharpening her sword cultivator experience.

Before saying goodbye to Xia Guixuan, Ling Moxue wanted to practice well. It was to improve her strength and to sharpen her sword heart so as to avoid always falling into the strange thoughts of men and women, which was unfavorable to the Tao. She would have a kind of admiration for a man who had made herself a female slave, and would have a heart of admiration for admiration and attachment, which was simply a ghost. According to common sense, it would be good not to hate him, okay...

You must make your mind right, yes.

"Report to the Saint, ahead..."

An elder in black reported respectfully, but he couldn't continue to say halfway.

Ling Moxue's eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at him coldly. The lingering frost sword intent was completely penetrated into his bones, and his soul seemed to be pierced and frozen under the sword intent.

The elder was blessed to his heart and quickly changed his words: "Master."

The sword intent was restrained, and Ling Moxue said "yes" lightly.

The senior officials of the Tiandao Sect around and the large number of core believers behind them all looked at each other's nose and nose, and remained solemn and silent.

This saint... No, the leader's practice is becoming more and more fierce, and his temperament is also as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword. Compared with the former leader who was unfathomable before, it may be a little direct, but the effect is the same. There is no need to talk, just watching you can make people breathless.

There were a few who were dissatisfied with it, thinking that this girl was too young and had no strength, so she didn't dare to speak at this time.

The elder who reported the report sighed: "There is already the heart of time ahead. When you enter under Huiyang, you will be confused in time and space. If the leader still wants to enter, you should choose the elders in Huiyang to protect..."

Ling Moxue asked: "What's inside?"

"We don't know. In the past, the former leader stopped here, and the former leader entered alone. The former leader had revealed that the time and space inside were confused and extremely dangerous. He must not enter Huiyang. He didn't know if there were other monsters. The leader should first find out before entering."

Ling Moxue pondered, these non-core areas were already strange before. Although there were no monsters, there were natural invasions of "time and illusion", and people would fall into illusions and nightmares, and the bizarre past and future were intertwined in the sea of ​​consciousness. If they lacked practice and weak will, they would easily be lost in the long river of time, unable to find the present, and unable to find themselves.

This is indeed very beneficial to the tempering of the practitioners' state of mind, and is more beneficial to the stability of the sword heart. After experiencing the invasion of these regional illusions and time, Ling Moxue feels that she can see her heart more clearly. Like a shining sword, it can reflect all ghosts, illuminate the dust in her heart, and see through all emptiness and delusion.

This is called the clear heart of the sword.

But in the end, the tempering of blood and fire is not sharp enough, and it is not indomitable enough. This is not a sword, but just a mirror.

If you cannot break the shackles in your heart, and you cannot break free from your own cage, what is cultivation?

"The four elders followed me inside, and the others were practicing outside." Ling Moxue stepped into the crack in front of her, which was the heart of intertwining time and space.

The four elders also accompanied her to find her confidants, including the strong men trained by the Ling family themselves, and some were solid allies of the top humans. At this time, they looked at each other and followed them.

As soon as he stepped into the crack, Ling Moxue's mind exploded.

It is obviously just a deep cave underground, and it shouldn't be too large, but it has become a vast universe, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen, and it is lost and wandering, like a falling dream.

There is a sea of ​​blood in the sky and no end in the dream.

Above the sea of ​​blood, I knelt in the air. Facing the pressure of the sky and the sky, cold sweat wet my back. My awe of heaven and earth and my pursuit of Tao repeatedly throbbed in my soul, kneeling irresistibly, and a sound of "master" from my soul.

Deeply, I am dissatisfied and resisted, but I am lost and unable to struggle.

Time is the most fragile sight.

It is also an inseparable sinking, and the insignificant human beings face the surrender of heaven and earth.

Jianxin told himself that this is no longer an ordinary illusion, it is a tearing of time, and there is real damage to the soul leaving the body. If you cannot break free, you may fall into the sea of ​​blood below forever, your soul wanders around and your body becomes a shell.

But how to break free?

Jian Xin also told himself that some people behind him had bad intentions... Some people clearly had a way to resist the illusion here, but they didn't say that they were waiting for themselves to come in, and then...

A sneak attack?

There was already a coldness behind me, and the frost was broken through my bones.

I want to dodge but can't move. The soul is in the past and the body is in the present, and I can't be unified at all.

But this... was something Ling Moxue had expected. She had a big killing weapon and was also luring the enemy.

Warmth comes from the sword in hand.

The frozen sea of ​​blood seemed to begin to flow, as if it had passed through the long river of time. Among the ripples, there was the origin of the mother star, and it seemed that the Xuanyuan war drum was ringing, the compass carriage overlapped with the Beidou, and the ancient Chinese emperor held a sword to sacrifice to the sky.

The delicate woman knelt down on Kunlun, took silkworms and led silk to control the coldness of the world.

There are surging floods flooding the world, heroes break through the nine states, and the peace of the world is conquered.

For some reason, the beginning of these mother star civilizations flashed through, and it was not initial enough. Perhaps it was related to the sword in hand, the sword of mountains, rivers, and the sword of the country, and the sword of human beings to break the sky.

"Clang!"

The sword in his hand cut through time and pierced into the sea of ​​blood.

The illusion was broken, and in the crystal fog of time, Ling Moxue's long hair was fluttering, her white clothes were like blood. A long sword pierced into the elder's chest behind her. The blood could not penetrate the sword's body, and it fell to the ground dripping, splashing into a psychedelic sea.

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"You..." the elder whispered in disbelief: "Are you prepared?"

"Of course." Ling Moxue said lightly: "Although the news about the Holy Blood was deliberately leaked by Shang Zhaoye, you may not be blamed... But when I absorbed the Holy Blood, she knew that of course I had spies around me. And you are not Shang Zhaoye's spy, but a spy who sow discord, and have ulterior motives."

The other elders were frightened and stood beside them with swords at a loss.

"Shang Zhaoye gave up here and fled south. I am the only young saint who was not even Huiyang a few days ago. Many people are dissatisfied with me... Some people are provoking me and Shang Zhaoye, so of course they will think it is a good opportunity at this time. In the late stage of Huiyang, I can find an opportunity to suppress this saint. I am the leader of this sect..."

Ling Moxue suddenly laughed as she said: "No one knows the surroundings in this psychedelic time. Of course, it is the best time. Maybe this saint can sink and serve as a slave, right? Otherwise, why is the first illusion I faced? This is the result of your external force guidance. It is difficult to be a woman. There are always men who don't know what to do to take female slaves."

"You..." The elder covered his chest with his sword body and said with difficulty: "How could you... be able to... get rid of it... This is Shi Huan Heart that at least Qian Yuan can struggle..."

"The meaning of Xuanyuan, the tripod of King Yu, man can surpass heaven, what is time?" Ling Moxue pulled out his sword and returned to the sheath.

The elder fell to the ground with a slam and did not rest assured his eyes until he died. He did not understand what Ling Moxue said in the last few words.

Ling Moxue glanced over the other three elders. The three of them took a step back in fear and said one after another: "Master, we are not in the same group as him."

Ling Moxue doesn't care whether they are in the same group or not, maybe some are, some are not, and some are just waiting and watching. But there is no need to expose this again, and the meaning of establishing authority has been achieved.

"I understand, you guys go out, I will understand it myself." Ling Moxue stopped looking at them, and her slender back walked into the mist in the middle of the illusion, straight as a sword.

The three elders retreated with sweating profusely, and no one dared to look down on this young saint any more.

In the middle of the fog, a man appeared.

Ling Moxue stood straight in front of him and watched quietly.

Xia Guixuan also looked at her quietly.

Ling Moxue's cold and sharp eyes gradually changed, as if water waves were rippling on the sword, with some blurred tenderness.

No one of the terrified elders would have thought that the leader who had just established a new authority in everyone's hearts would slowly bend down his straight waist, as if a sharp sword was circling his fingers and breaking to the ground.

He bowed his head and said, "Master."
Chapter completed!