Xia Ji suddenly laughed, he adjusted Murong Yanran's hair.

Meng Po opened her eyes curiously.

Xia Ji raised his left hand and sand and dust formed a line of words in the air: How could I kill you?

Meng Po: "I led the barbarians and forced Kunlun to close the mountains and killed your beautiful neighbor."

Xia Ji: Why did you kill her? Is it because she is my neighbor and knows some of my secrets? So, do you kill her and silence her?

Meng Po: "No."

Xia Ji: What is that.

Meng Po: "I..."

Xia Ji: To you and me, she is just an irrelevant outsider. Did you lead the barbarian up the mountain specifically to kill her?

He looked puzzled and could not understand.

Meng Po's beautiful face was stunned, and then suddenly became sweet. She looked down at her toes and said sweetly: "Okay, I was wrong."

Xia Ji: Don’t do inexplicable things next time. With that time, it’s better to practice immortality and break the mortal wheel of life earlier.

Meng Po responded obediently: "Oh, husband."

Xia Ji asked a long-confused question: Yanran, didn’t you call me the master before? Why did you suddenly change your words and call me husband?

Meng Po widened her eyes: "You are my husband, even if you change your body, you are my husband."

Xia Ji: I am your master.

Meng Po frowned angrily: "No! Husband!"

Xia Ji thought for a moment, and probably had a guess. The sand and dust were twisting in the air, slowly forming a line of words: Yanran, have you used the ability to forget in the mask too much?

Meng Po:...

She is not just overuse, but her frequency of use is second only to breathing. As she uses forgetfulness, she even gains some other terrifying abilities, but her personality is slowly changing.

Xia Ji: Have you quietly forgotten the divine doll?

Meng Po:...

Xia Ji: If you forget, you will forget. Anyway, I didn’t want to use the divine doll on you from the beginning. You and me are relatives, we are family...

Meng Po repeated the strange voice in confusion: "How can you be tired of logging?"

Xia Ji: An ancient word, that is, we are family members.

Meng Po happily wrote down the five words "Who is tired of logging" and said, "Well... husband..."

She saw Xia Ji's eyes and changed her mouth, "What will the Lord do next?"

Xia Ji: I am now the sword saint Bai Qi, so I naturally follow his cause and effect.

By the way, I've brought you some gifts.

While manipulating the dust to write in the air, he took out a book of visualization from the ring and five bottles of elixirs contained in strange crystal bottles. These are all Gonggong.

The Queen Mother is good at planting spiritual herbs and fairy flowers, so she has no shortage of elixirs, and all the ones that can be placed in the ring by Gonggong are special products.

Xia Ji: These days, I will go to the north. When things come to an end, I will turn back to the Red Mansion to find you.

This visualization idea also has a fairy pill, which is enough for you to break through to the third limit of heaven and man. After the third limit, you will need a lot of spiritual energy. I will help you at that time.

Meng Po happily put these things in her arms. In fact, she really didn't care what these things were. What she cared about was that this was given to her by Xia Ji.

...

The Fusang Palace was captured and Fusang fell in ten days. This series of extremely turbulent events actually had little impact on the world.

Today, the world is still in the war. The Quanrong King has swept away the seven major gangs and joined all the races of the Western Yi. Even the Western Xia Empress Tuoba Qiushui has become his "under the command".

The Holy Church was really anxious and even began to extradite monks and airships came to the world to maintain the balance of confrontation with the Quanrong.

Kunlun is too far away, and the nine peaks are in turmoil, so more airships come from Penglai, the north.

What's scary is that Quanrong was not at all inferior. This is simply a human-shaped natural disaster that has almost completely integrated the killing disaster.

Now, the situation on earth is very clear:

Dazhou vs. Quanrong.

The Nanman retreated and did not dare to emerge.

However, for some reason, the Quanrong King did not seem to be planning to let the Southern Barbarians go, or to be precise, he was looking for the Southern Barbarian King.

The Nanman King was frightened crazy, but because of his interactions with Meng Po, he had joined the underworld five months ago and became a member of the unknown person on the outside.

His loyal mythological subordinate Meng Mulu also became an unknown person.

Of course, these are just part of the situation on earth.

At this time, the cold wind in early winter is biting, and the red clouds block the sunshine.

The swordsman was gray-haired and rode a black horse to the violin near Mount Lingjiu.

He picked three more red plums to pay homage to his deceased wife.

He should have come here, but no one would find it strange. On the contrary, if he didn't come, he would be curious why this swordsman, who was extremely affectionate, suddenly stopped even the tombstone of his deceased wife?

The gathering of immortals outside Lingjiu Mountain, Zhang Daolin from the Kunlun Dao Sect branch is still here, continuing to exert light and heat.

Although Kunlun Dao Sect closed the mountain, it can still convey information through the array cover, so the news of the replacement of the new and old sect masters has been conveyed these days:

The head of the nameless old Taoist sect of Kunlun Dao Sect is located in the sword emperor Bai Qi.

When Zhang Daolin discovered the arrival of the Sword Emperor, he naturally needed to bring a group of elite disciples to visit him in person.

The disciples were talking about it:

"How could the sect leader suddenly pass the position to him?"

"Yes, although Senior Brother Bai Qi is very strong, he has no experience as a head coach at all. He can't even speak, so how can he issue orders?"

"You don't know this. Legend has it that Senior Brother Bai Qi is a powerful man in the mythology realm. He has learned the sword in one day because of love. Now that I am a mountain in Kunlun, all the elites are in the sect. Uncle Daoyan has no trace all year round, so naturally he should pass it to the strongest person to show off my Kunlun Dao Sect's majesty."

"I, Kunlun, have no power. We are no longer the number one Taoist sect in the world... Alas!"

As everyone spoke, the destination was approaching.

Zhang Daolin looked at the fork in the forest in the distance and said, "Quiet."

The disciples remained silent.

Zhang Daolin walked on the snow, his footprints were deeper and shallower. When he walked out of the forest, his goal was to get a snowman in front of the tombstone.

"Bai Qi...Sect Master?"

Zhang Daolin shouted tentatively, but no one responded. When he got closer, he realized that the young man had already fallen asleep in the snow. If the knife carved his face showed a strange charm.

There were about a dozen empty wine jars beside him, and there was a vaguely intoxicating fragrance.

It is intoxicating, but to cut off sorrow and have white hair, it is not to force the words to write new poems, but to be accustomed to the spring breeze and autumn moon, but you are not around you.

Zhang Daolin sighed softly. Others didn't know, but he knew that this young man, who was only seventeen years old, had killed a demon king on his way westward!

He didn't dare to think about what level the Demon King was, and he could pretend to be the Demon King, and the strength of this Demon King was even more outstanding! Although the Sword Emperor might have taken advantage of it and had the final blow at the end, being able to survive in that level of battle and still have the strength to complete the final blow, it can itself show the terrifying strength of the Sword Emperor.

Zhang Daolin was convinced by this call of sect leader without any doubt.

He thought about it carefully, even the ultimate powerhouse in his mind, Emperor Yan Luo, might not be as extraordinary as the Sword Emperor.

"metropolitan?"

Zhang Daolin shouted softly again, but there was still no response. He waved his hand back, and a Taoist priest walked over, opened his big umbrella, and covered the wind and snow hanging in the sky for the young sect leader.

...

...

Xia Ji was immersed in the horse's face and soul.

The Queen Mother is very efficient and she has learned about the "place where the most yin and yang things are located".

How did she know?

Force, and Dreamland.

Because of the existence of the Dream Realm, Xia Ji could contact Meng Po even without using the divine puppet.

The information obtained by the Queen Mother is obviously very reliable.

The horse face was sitting opposite her with her chin on her back, listening to her slowly speaking.

"Yang is in the sky, yin is in the earth, yin and yang are in the sky and earth.

Zhu Zhao Youying is transformed by the innate Tai Chi, and this is even the supreme yin and yang.

The next level is the yang, the true fire of Samadhi, and the yin is the yin evil in the human world.

Once again, the ultimate yang is the true fire of the sun, and the ultimate yin is the soul of the mysterious yin woman.”

Horse face is concise and concise: "Samadhi True Fire, where is the true fire of the sun?"
To be continued...