Listening to the Phoenix

After briefly talking about the events of these hundreds of years, several pulse masters felt headaches.

"It was erased by someone." The Master of Materia Medica came to the conclusion calmly.

As for who it is... Is there anyone else besides Shibo?

In this way, perhaps not bad.

"Brother, let's deal with the recent affairs first, so I'm familiar with it."

"Main master, the head teacher's soul lamp is off!"

Not to mention how chaotic Jiu Chuzong was, An Wangyi watched Cang Yue gradually stop breathing, "Master!"

Shui Lian said, "I'm not your master."

"As for you...that's all."

After knocking out An Wangyi and handing it over to the An family's previous head, Shui Lian looked to her side.

A phantom that no one saw except him was floating beside him with his eyes closed.

"Shuiyi, should you die?"

"Not yet."

"Really?" Shui Lian snorted softly.

"Let's go then."

Shui Lian submerged into Shui Lian's body.

Heer...is he—he's not wrong!

No!

The head teacher of the Ninth Beginning Sect changed again, which once again caused an uproar in the cultivation world.

However, looking at the reason and the successor, all the monks felt at that moment...the demons are really pitiful.

Killing Cang Yue in exchange for Cang Tan, isn't this really looking for a dead end?

Cang Yue is gentle, but Cang Tan... Cang Tan 600 years ago was gentle, but Cang Tan 600 years later, hehe.

Sui Gu who was killed is a lesson from the past.

Feng Ming waved his round fan and sat facing Bai Qiu.

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Shuiyi has disappeared."

Bai Qiu let out a "hmm".

"Not worried?" Feng Ming smiled and spoke softly.

Bai Qiu said: "Who can hurt A Yi? If that's the case, as long as he doesn't have death intentions, nothing will happen to him."

Fengming gave a "tsk", "I'm really confident."

She changed the topic: "You were very confident with Xuan Shuo last time."

Bai Qiu said: "He and I are no longer Taoist couples."

Feng Ming: "When you say that, Xuan Shuo must be very confused. He hasn't seen his Taoist couple for many years, but he doesn't know that you are going to break up with him...divorce."

Bai Qiu: "My time is approaching."

"It's just that you don't want to be promoted to the Transcendence Tribulation, and suppress your own cultivation. Otherwise, you will wander in Mahayana for 4000 years?"

"In this way, I'm too sorry for the major repairs after you."

Bai Qiu: "I can't tell you."

Fengming was suddenly excited: "Do you want me to teach you something so that that guy will never forget you—"

Bai Qiu said: "You'd better stay here and be the treasure of the town school. Don't go to the news center all day long, you can't get out of novels."

Feng Ming: "It's very beautiful..."

"Then trouble, please don't read those love stories, sadomasochism and so on!" Bai Qiu was a little irritable, "How could it be possible for a monk to abandon you many times and you still have a deep love for him!"

Most monks are arrogant, okay?

Feng Ming: "The older Bai Qiu grows up, the less cute she becomes."

Bai Qiu: "..."

Feng Ming said: "I will guard the sect. As long as I am here, no demons will step into the sect!" The tone was solemn.

"That's it."

"The An family is losing more and more, only you can save the current situation of the An family."

"Your mother is pregnant with An Heyi before I have even touched her..." Sinister.

"Your second brother and third brother are not as talented as you. Wang'er, are you willing to watch the An family lose like this, and finally the family disciples are bullied, the family is ruined, and annihilated on the long road?"

"Wang'er, think about it carefully. Whether the An family can be revived depends on you."

An Wangyi smiled wryly.

Does he still have a choice?

The end is nothing but death.

"Let me refuse."

"An Heyi is nothing more than a bastard whose father is unknown, you have to give up your family for him!"

Before An Wangyi could say anything, he felt his heart being pierced by a sharp knife.

Cool.

The limbs are gradually losing strength as the blood flows out, but the spiritual power is rapidly replenishing the heart.

This is for my blood...

Blood sacrifice?

Can't hurt Jiuchuzong.

Someone answered.

Seeing An Wangyi faint, the former Patriarch of An's family looked ugly.

"Why An Wangyi?" He said, "After all, An Wangyi is Shui Yi's disciple. Even if the core of Jiu Chu belongs to the fringe, moving him is tantamount to angering Shui Yi."

"Shuiyi is dead." Mo's voice was low.

"impossible!"

"Why is that impossible?" Mo Dao said, "Use the news from Cangtan to lure him to Changyuan, and ask the devil to take action. Even if he breaks through the immortal rank, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving."

"The devil?"

For the sake of his allies, Mo reluctantly explained to him: "It's not your tribulation period. Above the Demon Lord is the Demon Lord, and above that is the Demon Ancestor. The Demon Lord is equivalent to the Golden Immortal."

"Don't mention Cangtan!"

"That's the man ordered by the Demon Lord to be captured alive, and I don't know why."

The former head of the An family suddenly laughed.

The smile is crazy.

No matter how chaotic these years have been, the secret realm of Changyuan, which opened once in 2000, was opened on time.

The seven sects... No, the evidence of Lan Gong colluding with the demon clan is conclusive and has been removed, so now the six sects and the second clan have come——the Mo family still hasn't shown up.

Han Hong came over as soon as he entered the secret realm, "He Yi, form a team?"

This mystery also strangely requires a group of ten people.

"it is good."

A young man from the Rong family came over, "Mingyao."

"Third Brother." Rong Mingyao had a gentle smile in his eyes.

Feng Que looked at Qing Yuchen and Ling Yinzui standing together and whispered, "Ten."

Rong Mingyao looked at the blue and purple hole flute on An Heyi's waist, and there was a moment of subtlety.

... "Ten people indeed."

Emmanuel strikes.

Rong Yao remained silent.Han Hong thought for a while, and then he understood.

It turns out that there are still spirits.

"Aren't you tired after sleeping for 10 years?" Feng Que asked.

No voice responded.

An Heyi looked puzzled.

Feng Que resigned: "A piece of your spiritual power is poured into the hole flute."

An Heyi didn't move.

"He's powerful."

An Heyi didn't change much, "Oh."

Listening to the drunken voice: "Liu Yu."

Just two words are like the most mellow wine, intoxicating.

The light on the hole flute lit up, and a vague figure appeared beside An Heyi.

He closed his eyes, his expression was serene, his hair was like ebony, his blue robe was without a trace of lines, and there was a little cinnabar between his eyebrows like blood.

Master Qi Ling Xiao.

"Liuchen..."

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