Su Zhentian.

Viewed from a distance, his sect seems to be a brilliant cloud hanging high in the sky that will never wither.

It is as beautiful as brocade, with colorful dazzling colors and dazzling brilliance.

The three clouds of clouds meander thousands of miles, reflecting the rivers and mountains with their radiance and dazzling splendor.

At this moment, two disciples in rosy skirts and robes, with red faces and jade-like faces, were walking rapidly through the clouds.

Escape towards a high platform in the depths...

Of these two people, the one who is half a step ahead is the one with beautiful eyebrows, graceful and luxurious, who is like a thousand flowers blooming, and her beauty is alluring. It is Tianji Yan Minghua.

The laggards have their hair in a bun like a knife, wearing a green hibiscus crown, walking side by side, with snow-skinned skin, eyes like peach blossoms, green jacket and white skirt, orange ribbon and green ribbon, dancing with ribbons when moving, elegant and graceful, but

It is Qiao Ciguang, a true disciple.

The two of them had wide sleeves fluttering, and every time they took a step, light pink flowers condensed out of the void on the soles of their feet, supporting their bodies.

While walking, the flowers were blooming and falling, as colorful as rain, and the surrounding glow was like a brocade. It looked like a fairy among gods, and it was so beautiful that it was indescribable.

However, at this moment, both Yan Minghua and Qiao Ciguang looked a little absent-minded, as if they had something on their mind.

Suddenly, Qiao Ciguang sent a message and asked: "Senior sister, I wonder why the master summoned us this time?"

Yan Minghua shook her head slightly, and the beads in her hair swayed slightly. The pearly light reflected the snowy skin, making her face look more like Shunhua. She sent a message and replied: "I don't know either."

After a pause, she called back and said, "We'll know when we get there soon."

Qiao Ciguang nodded slightly and said no more.

The flowers are raining all over the sky, and the clouds are all around, seemingly endless. The sound of gurgling water comes from the surroundings. It is clearer and more lively, disappearing and appearing. The water is clear and the pebbles are round.

Occasionally, Yao flowers and grasses stretch along its banks, pavilions and pavilions are arranged here and there, precious trees and exotic flowers, Yi Yi ginger, gardens, pavilions, ponds and pavilions, golden and green, and variegated birds soaring freely, perching and flying up the stream.

And deep down, after a while, a waterfall appeared in front of it.

Su Lian is suspended in the air, with snowdrops splashing and falling thousands of feet, majestic.

There is no support around the waterfall, as if it comes from the sky, pouring down from the colorful clouds, rising up layers of white mist and raindrops, shining white in the eyes, and forming a deep pool in mid-air.

The water in the pool is solid green, shaped like a full moon, and full of pearls. It is connected to the winding stream that wraps around the entire Suzhentian.

Beside the pond, an extremely gorgeous and towering flower tree stands quietly. It has dense branches and leaves, rich flowers, and the whirling crimson petals are flying freely, covering the surface of the pond.

On top of the flower tree, slender sunflowers are coiled like a seat. The positions are divided into primary and secondary positions. Sitting there are several beauties in gorgeous clothes.

Among them, the one in the middle has rich cloud hair, elegant and graceful posture, and a refreshing and refreshing attitude. She is wearing a long skirt with red ground branches and precious flowers, and a moxa-green crepe double-breasted wide-sleeved shirt. The flower crown is decorated with beads.

Go out in all directions.

Below her, to her left, sits a woman in a white jacket and blue skirt. She has a peach blossom face and a graceful face. Her hair is tied up in a bun of green silk. There is no decoration except for a bamboo hairpin. There is a sense of simplicity in her simplicity.

The natural and romantic charm is like a clear water hibiscus; on the right side is a female nun wearing colorful clothes and colorful skirts, with many rings, and her neck is as slender as a swan.

Her slender waist is lightly bundled, elegance and beauty exuding lightness and grace. In her arms she holds a cluster of light pink double-petaled flower branches in full bloom. The aura is bright, but cold and dark. At the bottom, there is a man with gold-banded hair, goose-yellow.

The girl in palace attire has a pure and beautiful temperament, is pretty and cute, her eyes are sparkling when she turns, and she smiles sweetly.

Yan Minghua and Qiao Ciguang approached, went under the flower tree, and immediately bowed and saluted: "Disciple Yan Minghua, pay homage to Master, pay homage to Elder Qi, and pay homage to Elder Fang."

"Disciple Qiao Ciguang, I paid homage to the master, to the elder Qi Taishang, and to Master Fang."

As the two were talking, the corner of their eyes glanced at the female cultivator in colorful clothes on the right. They hesitated slightly. They all sensed that the aura of this person's technique was a direct descendant of the sect. Judging from her seat, her status was still in the yellow palace attire.

Above Elder Fang, but they have no impression of this senior Su Zhentian...

Just when they were hesitating, Headmaster Su Zhentian, who was in charge, said softly: "This is the Supreme Elder Meng Hongxuan."

"Elder Meng Taishang went to Yousu Tomb many years ago to look for opportunities. He was trapped in danger. Recently, he escaped and returned to the sect. It is really gratifying."

Yan Ming and Qiao Ciguang quickly saluted: "Meet Elder Meng!"

Meng Hongxuan nodded slightly, and immediately sent a message to the headmaster to ask, "Why hasn't my sect's current Heavenly Empress arrived yet?"

The headmaster was startled, and immediately sent a message to reply: "Master Meng's uncle, Minghua is this generation of Tianji, and she is also my direct disciple.

Meng Hongxuan was obviously startled when she heard this. She looked at Yan Minghua again, with clear light surging in her eyes, and looked at him up and down carefully.

Her expression suddenly became extremely confused. The Tianjis of Su Zhentian's generation have profound knowledge and extraordinary strength. Among all the Tianjis she has ever seen, they are among the best and have outstanding talents...

However, she once heard Pei Ling say at the creation site of Yousu Tomb that Tianji of Su Zhentian's generation was stronger than the other party!

Pei Ling's strength can compete with the older generation's Hedao in the third gate!

Even during this period of time, the opponent challenged two nine sect masters one after another and won a complete victory. Their strength was extraordinary and unmatched by Hedao!

As for Tianji of this generation, her cultivation level is only that of a god, but she is far from able to compete with Pei Ling...

this…

At that time, Pei Ling deliberately lied to her in order to make her feel at ease?

While Meng Hongxuan was deep in thought, the headmaster looked at Yan Minghua and Qiao Ciguang and solemnly said: "Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect, challenged the lord of Yanxi City again a few days ago."

Right now, Iron City Lord has been defeated."

"Both of you have fought against Pei Ling before. Please tell me what you think of him."

Yan Minghua and Qiao Ciguang hurriedly said: "Yes!"

After thinking for a while, Yan Minghua took the lead and said: "Not long ago, the disciple, Pei Ling, and the Chongming Sect Saint Li Lieyue accidentally entered the Yousu Tomb. Due to the danger of the Yousu Tomb, they agreed to temporarily join forces to find a way to leave.

."

"After that period of observation, it can be determined that Li Lieyue is only interested in profit and ruthless. She is a typical demonic witch and is hopeless."

"But Pei Ling...

"Although he was born in a demon sect, it was because of his ancestors that he entered the Taoism and was marked by the demon sect. He cannot choose between good and evil."

"Looking at their nature, they have a kind heart and a bright heart. With a little guidance and influence of virtue, they can change their evil ways and turn to the light."

As they listened, the expressions of the elders suddenly became extremely strange.

Can a demon like Pei Ling change his ways?

Not to mention other things, the other party used clothes to predict the wife of the sect leader several times in front of almost the whole world. This is a unique case in history. Even the founder of the Chongming sect has never left such a deed!

If this kind of demon can change his mind, wouldn't it be true that Li Lieyue, a demon girl who just covets spiritual stones, has the potential to become a saint?

Just listen to Yan Minghua continue to say: "When I first entered Yousu Tomb, the disciples were not clear about the situation. When they encountered the human skin lantern, the situation was extremely dangerous, but Pei Ling came to his aid in time..."

"After that, the disciple and Li Lieyue entered a drying place and were besieged by ghosts. Pei Ling arrived in time to help.

"besides…"

"as well as…"

"also…"

"In short, if Pei Ling were any other Demon Sect monk during the trip to Yousu Tomb, the disciple would never be able to come back alive...

"So this disciple feels that Pei Ling's challenge to the Emperor of the Liuhu Dynasty and the Lord of Yanxi City this time must be because of the ambition of the Ming Sect and his evil intentions!"

"There is also the greedy nature of the Jiu'ali family. They are like flies and rats, treating all living beings like grass and grass. They are the masters of all kinds of tricks."

"Based on Pei Ling's true character, he is aloof from the world and indifferent to fame and wealth. He only wants to practice quietly alone. There is absolutely no way he would challenge and provoke disputes like this."

Yan Ming looked solemn on his face and finished speaking righteously. There was silence all around the pond.

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