Lord of Creation/Shuttle the Heavens

Yan Chixia ignored Xia Hou, left a word, and left in the air.

The dazed Xiahou took a long time to react, his face was flushed and his expression was ferocious.

"How did he become so strong?"

With a roar, the power surged, tearing the ground under his feet, and ravines appeared.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe you are pulling me further and further away! Yan Chixia, stop!"

Xiahou roared and chased after him.

After chasing Yan Chixia's aura, he crossed mountains and ridges, and finally, he felt that Yan Chixia's aura was no longer moving forward rapidly, and seemed to stop.

Xiahou was overjoyed, his speed increased sharply again, and soon he came to a mountain, where there was a ruined temple.

"Lan Ruo Temple?"

After seeing the name of the temple, he ignored it and walked over directly.

"Yan Chixia, let's compete again!"

As he walked forward step by step, his aura rose one after another, an invisible sword intent appeared above his head, and the surrounding trees were torn apart.

oops……!

A whisper came from the side.

Xia Hou looked at it, and his breath was stagnant.

There, it was clearly a young lady in white, with a graceful figure and expressive eyes.

Chapter 433 Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen

All his life, Xiahou practiced swordsmanship, crossed the rivers and lakes, and competed with others. How could he have free time to enjoy tenderness?Seeing such a beautiful and affectionate little lady now, I can't help being crazy.

"Young master, I have chest tightness? Can I rub it for my slave?"

"Uh, that!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Yes, yes!"

"It's so comfortable, go down, go down, yes, it's here, rub it hard!"

"Is that so?"

Xiahou was already blushing, and his heart was beating like a drum. He suddenly realized, what kind of swordsmanship?What reputation?It is far from the impact of this moment, and the joy is much more.

"Young master, you are so kind!"

"I, I am the strongest person in the world and the best person in the world!"

"Really? Young Master is too powerful!"

"of course!"

"Then, can the slave family be entrusted for life? Woohoo, slave family doesn't want to be wandering anymore!"

"Of course, from now on, I will be your lifelong support and life partner!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Clothes faded, slippery and tender.

Xiahou was completely immersed in it.

His huge energy was passing away unconsciously, and his plump muscles began to lose their luster, but he didn't realize it, and excitedly sprinted.

He felt that he had already ascended.

In the ruined temple, Yan Chixia sat cross-legged, feeling the cold atmosphere around her, her brows were furrowed together.It's unusual here, he has discovered it long ago, but he hasn't done it yet.

For Xiahou who was chasing him, he was very helpless.

It gave him the urge to kill the other party, but Xiahou himself was not wrong, so how could he kill him?

But after a while, he didn't find the other party coming, but his breath was weakening, and he felt something was wrong.

Standing up, walked out of the temple, and saw their lingering after a while.

"Hey, I was entangled by a female ghost!" Yan Chixia was taken aback for a moment, and then she sneered, her impression of Xiahou fell to the bottom in an instant, but she couldn't do nothing, pinched her hands and shouted: "The world is boundless, Qiankun borrowed the law, go!"

The seal was completed, and the spell came out, annihilating the ashes from the female ghost on Xiahou's body.

Xiahou also woke up, and was stunned, then his eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded Yan Chixia angrily: "You actually killed my beloved wife, die!"

He stabbed with a sword, but was sent flying by Yan Chixia.

"Xiahou, what is this place? How can there be a girl from a good family? It's just a female ghost!"

Yan Chixia roared.

"You are jealous of me and killed the beloved wife I just got, Yan Chixia, I am at odds with you!"

Xiahou only had hatred in his heart, so he continued to attack.

Impatient, Yan Chixia slapped him away with a palm, but at this moment, another tree root stabbed like a spear, piercing through Xiahou's heart, and then issued a suction force, quickly sucking away Xiahou's essence.

"Tree demon? Damn it!"

Yan Chixia was taken aback, Xuanyuan Shenjian rose into the air and cut off the roots of the tree. Immediately there was a cry of pain in the air, as if she was very afraid of Yan Chixia and did not continue to attack.

Xiahou fell on the ground, already dying, his eyes were clear, and seeing Yan Chixia approaching, he said sadly: "I miss Xiahou, but I fell into the hands of a female ghost. I will not rest in peace when I die!"

Yan Chixia remained silent.

"Hey! In terms of swordsmanship, I am not your opponent, and in terms of character, I am also a bit inferior to you. After all, I am not as good as you!" Xiahou mustered his last strength and asked, "Can you avenge me?"

"can!"

Yan Chixia nodded.

"That's good!"

Xiahou showed one last smile and lost his breath.

Yan Chixia was in a daze for a long time, feeling like a rabbit died and a fox was sad, he murmured: "In the future, will I have such a day?"

Not far away, there were footsteps stumbling over.

A young gentleman in plain clothes came over with a book basket on his back.

"Hey, there is someone here, who has met the Taoist priest!"

The young gentleman was very polite, but when he saw the miserable Xiahou, his face turned pale, "Daoist, what's going on? Could it be...!"

Yan Chixia glanced at the other party, and found that she had no mana, so she ignored it, raised her hand, blasted a pit, and buried Xiahou in it.

Using local materials, carved a stone tablet, then turned around and walked back to the ruined temple, leaving a sentence: "There are ghosts here, leave quickly!"

The young man didn't move, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or timidity. His face was always pale, but at this time, it was already dark, and he was very embarrassed: "The mountain road is difficult to walk, how can I rush back to the county? With that Daoist leader, he can’t be a real murderer, right?”

"The sage said: You don't talk about strange power and chaos!"

Gathering his mind, he walked towards the ruined temple.

"Daoist, my name is Ning Caichen!"

Walking into the temple, he stayed far away in the corner, and whispered to Yan Chixia who was sitting cross-legged in the middle, as if a little afraid.

"Daozhang, I don't know what to call you? Where is Xianxiu?"

"Daoist, do you know why this Lanruo Temple is so dilapidated?"

"Master Dao, I have flour bread here, would you like to have one, that one, although it is very hard, it is not a problem to satisfy your hunger!"

"Master Dao, is that, that person, isn't he?"

Ning Caichen kept talking.

"You're so annoying!" Yan Chixia turned her head and gave a fierce look, with a vicious look, Ning Caichen shrank her neck in fright, and said, "There are ghosts haunting here, you'd better be careful. "

"Daozhang, you are just joking, Zi said...!"

"Zi said you are tall!"

Yan Chixia pouted her beard.

Ning Caichen laughed and said no more, he found a broken broom, swept out a clean place, took out a piece of rag, and spread it on the spot.

After sitting down, feeling hungry, he took out a piece of dough cake that was as hard as a rock, looked at Yan Chixia, and wanted to let her taste it together, but dared not go over.

Lowering his head, he took a bite and chewed hard.

In the middle of the night, the moon was bright and clear, the wind was blowing, and the dilapidated windows were whimpering.

Ning Caichen got up at night and went out, just after peeing, he saw a woman in white staggering towards him.

"Young master, save me, save me!"

On the woman's tattered clothes, patches of greasy skin were exposed, and her pink face was lovable, especially the slight frowning of her willow-leaf eyebrows, which made people want to embrace her.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

Ning Caichen trotted over quickly.

"I, I met a villain on my way, and I was separated from my family, woo woo woo, it's still so dark, I don't know what to do? Young master, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid! There is a ruined temple here, let's rest for a night and wait until dawn!"

"Thank you son, the world is much more at ease, I don't know how to call you son?"

"Ning Caichen!"

"I'm Nie Xiaoqian, just call me Xiaoqian!"

Under the moonlight, the two seemed to be old friends for many years, chatting excitedly and happily, seeming to have forgotten that this is a barren mountain in the dark night, instead there was a slight ambiguous atmosphere.

Nie Xiaoqian looked into the ruined temple from time to time, feeling apprehensive.

In the room, Yan Chixia opened her eyes, the murderous intent flashed away, but she hesitated a little, and did not act immediately.

When the sky in the east was getting brighter, outside the room, a man and a woman who had just met were still cuddling together.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the sky, said that she was going to find her family, and left in a hurry.

Ning Caichen felt lost.

He returned to the house, as if he had lost his soul.

"Do you know her identity?"

Yan Chixia said suddenly.

"He's a good girl!"

Ning Caichen said foolishly.

"She's a female ghost!"

Yan Chixia shattered his fantasy.

"Impossible!" Ning Caichen jumped up immediately, "Her name is Nie Xiaoqian, how could she be a female ghost? There are no ghosts in the world."

Yan Chixia smiled coldly and said no more.

The sky was bright, Ning Caichen hesitated, but did not leave.

Yan Chixia still sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Master Dao, it's been a night, let's eat a piece of bread!"

After all, Ning Caichen was kind-hearted, so he handed over a pancake.

Yan Chixia shook her head.

Ning Caichen had no choice but to eat it by himself, then went outside to find some spring water, washed his face, and quenched his thirst.

One day, just like that.

As night fell, Nie Xiaoqian appeared again.

"Alas, I did not find my lost parents, and probably never will!"