Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The red sun is high in the sky, and the Heavenly Palace is extremely lively today. From time to time, you can see streams of light passing by. Well, they are fairies riding on the light of escape.

In Daoming Palace, Xian An put one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, his face calm and composed with a faint smile, only his eyes changed slightly.

"You're here? Although those things are not what I want, I am willing to pay the price." Who would be willing to return to chaos if they can live? Xian An, who devoured his younger self yesterday, was already prepared.

"Have you ever done one?" She raised her eyes and thought about the treasure that Heaven had given her. She was really willing to give up her precious son.

"That's exactly what I meant," and let him see how powerful he is.

Feng Luo came in a step late and followed subconsciously. The battle between the gods was a rare opportunity for them, and maybe they could learn something from it.

In the blink of an eye, the two men came to the chaos and stood opposite each other. Xian An flicked his sleeves, and a jet-black sword about three inches long appeared in his hand. The sword was simple and elegant, with a restrained aura and hidden murderous intent.

Jiuli raised her hand, and the short sword shot out from a distance, crossed countless spaces, and landed in Jiuli's hand. The sword body showed a light blue-purple color, which was magnificent and strange.

"Can we start fighting now?" Xian An asked casually.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Her eyes turned cold and her fingertips moved across the sword. Finally, she could fight and her bones were soft.

After just one encounter, Xian An almost couldn't control his expression, but he was eager to try. He was indeed a powerful opponent!

They passed each other so closely that Jiuli twisted her body and turned around. The short sword passed by Xian'an's ear, raising a puff of blood mist. Xian'an tilted his head and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face. He felt more and more surprised.

In a pure swordsmanship competition, no move is redundant, and the exquisite control of strength is a great terror that only the opponent knows. Unlike Xian An who gave his all, Jiuli had to suppress his strength, otherwise the residual power would be able to make Xian An return to chaos.

"You don't use the Great Sun Golden Flame? Do you look down on me?"

Jiuli raised the sword to block, strolling leisurely in the garden, her every move was carefree and unrestrained, even her breath was not disordered at all.

The battle here was fierce, while Feng Luo on the other side was holding the memory stone in his hand and recording frantically without blinking.

"This thing is useless once it's engraved," Ling Yuan hesitated. What is Feng Luo doing? "Look at it!"

As a fellow fire god, why are you so unremarkable?

"There's no need to use the Great Sun Golden Flame to deal with you." She had already worked hard to act, so how about ending the battle with the Great Sun Golden Flame?

"Yuan Qing, self-confidence is a good thing. Try this move, Nirvana." It is the magical power he has learned over the long years, and it is also a reflection of the time when he was helpless.

"It's a bit interesting. I don't want to play with you anymore. It's over."

The dagger returned to the scabbard, and he raised his hand to crush the dark mist that was covering him. The hilt of the sword in his hand instantly pressed against Xian'an's neck.

"You are very strong." His pupils trembled, but he did not give in.

Unlike her, who was pitifully weak, and only became an immortal after thousands of years of hard practice, and died on the banks of the Mingluo River. After her return, she was forgotten, and even her birthplace, Suihua Mountain, was taken away. She couldn't even keep her natal sword, and eventually her cultivation was abolished and she was imprisoned in the Mingluo River forever.

Although they favored Bai Xianrui, the strong is the king, and there were few people who could stop Bai Xianrui at that time, so he could only keep a trick up his sleeve for the future.

"If I don't kill you, the heaven will take care of the reckoning," he took back the dagger, his voice faintly cold, "The body of gods and demons is still useful, and the six paths are yet to be determined," just work for her honestly!

"Huh?" There was a flash of surprise in Xian'an's eyes. He noticed several auras appearing in the distance and changed into a new robe.

"You'll know later," This is the chosen worker, and when 007 has Xian An crying in the future, there will be more than one way to take revenge, she is really a good person with this in mind.

"Your Highness, this is Lord Xian'an." He turned and bowed to Xian'an, with different expressions in his eyes, and it was obvious that not many people welcomed him.

"Long time no see, how are you?" Xian An chuckled.

He was wearing a purple robe with narrow sleeves, and dark patterns on it looked like flowing water waves when he walked. His appearance was unparalleled, but it made Lingyuan and the others look slightly different.

The changes in the looks of the few people did not affect Xian An at all. After a brief greeting, Fu Yao walked forward and spoke.

"Your cultivation?" Fuyao's eyes changed.

"No problem." He turned to look at Feng Luo and punched Feng Luo's shoulder. "You have changed a lot. You look a little strange."

Feng Luo raised her eyes. This familiar movement shouldn't be the love-brained Xian An, right? Her figure didn't even move.

"You too," he frowned, feeling something more than before he went through the tribulation, "Failed in the tribulation? Injured yourself? Did your cultivation level decline?"

Because Feng Luo has been with Xian An for a longer time, he can see things more clearly than Fu Yao. His cultivation has gone from being incomprehensible to the same late stage of the Supreme God as him. It is obvious that his origin has been damaged.

"Let's talk about it when we get back. You have never been to Daoming Palace before I went to experience the tribulation. I wonder how my place compares to Suihua Mountain?" Xian An signaled Feng Luo to shut up and made a gesture of invitation.

There are still a lot of questions waiting to be asked. This world does not allow the emergence of realms above the Venerable God, nor can it afford it. How did Yuan Qing break through? Will he have a chance to see his true appearance?

"Daoming Palace is most famous for the sky full of white Cangming flowers, which are extremely beautiful when in full bloom." Fuyao's eyes were full of excitement. She had only been there once and had remembered it in her heart.

Only the love-brained Fuyao, Tanyue, Fengluo, Baize and Jiuli were present. Everyone knew that Xian'an was the most petty person? No one dared to stay. After all, they saw the scene that Xian'an didn't want others to see the most: he was beaten!

Daoming Palace is a typical garden building. The palace is full of blooming Cangming flowers. The petals swirl into the water and become food for the fish. A fishing rod is placed behind the railing made of thousand-year-old cold jade, as if its owner has only been away for a moment.

They sat down in order of their cultivation level, and Xian An spoke first.

“Is there a realm above the Venerable God?”

"Of course there are, but this world cannot accommodate the gods above you. You should have noticed it." As the son who can communicate with the way of heaven, how could Xian An not feel it?

"Hey, where is Bai Xianrui?" There was a flash of hostility in his eyes. At first he just thought it was interesting, but later he felt controlled. How could he possibly like a troublemaker who only caused trouble? ? ?

"Heavenly Palace and Heavenly Prison, serve her well." Jiuli tapped the table and said nonchalantly, "Why? Do you want to let her out?"

"Don't be confused," Feng Luo tightly pinched Xian An's arm. Damn, could he still be in love? ? ?

"Feng Luo?!" Xian An looked at his arm silently, his voice slightly raised, "When did I say I would let her out?"

He angrily released the hand that was pinching Xian'an's arm, rubbed it like a servile boy, and was slapped hard on the back of his hand.

"No, that's good. I thought, tsk." Seeing how nice he was to Bai Xianrui before, Feng Luo was suspicious.

"I am very interested in the magic that a mere immortal could use to confuse the God." Especially at the end when he was almost dead before he got a chance to survive, and he slept forever in the Bi Cang Mountain and never woke up again.

His eyes were gloomy and cold.

"Eighteenth Level of the Heavenly Prison," Oh, there is no good ending?

"Okay," Xian An felt hatred when he mentioned this name.

"She didn't do anything to you, did she?" Feng Luo almost dropped the cup in her hand. Why did she look like she wanted to cut Bai Xianrui into pieces? It was very creepy, and she asked unconsciously.

"If you don't want to talk, you don't have to use this mouth." Xian An glanced at Feng Luo coldly. Humph, Feng Luo died easily!