Leisurely cultivating life

There, the golden steps and copper pillars of the flying palace are resplendent and resplendent, the attic is deep, and the cigarettes in the purple smoke incense burner curl up, condensing and not dispersing.

Chapter 667

Inside the hall, it was dignified and silent.

There is an unspeakable depression.

Everyone in the field didn't speak, just stared at the water mirror in the center of the hall, and their bodies remained motionless.

Soon.

On a cloud couch in the hall, Zhuang Hao's expression was surprisingly ugly.

His hands were on his knees, trembling slightly because of anger.

No matter how shocking others see it, it can't compare to his own experience.

Only he himself understood the danger.

Ever since his Taiyi God Thunder Formation was swallowed up by the opponent's red lotus, the power of Xuanqi Cave Heaven has not yet arrived.

It was such a tiny gap that couldn't be more tiny, but the opponent caught him and killed him with his sword.

The sword light was so sharp that it directly rubbed off his 'Tai Huang Ming Mang Yi'.

Then... pinched 'self' to death with one palm.

The whole process is really simple and couldn't be simpler.

It's even palpitatingly simple.

Even if he experienced it again, Zhuang Hao repeated it in his heart, and found that there would be no second result.

Simple to scary, simple to unstoppable.

It was thinking of this that Zhuang Hao's face became extremely ugly.

"If we meet again next time, we will still be killed by him."

Zhuang Hao gritted his teeth, his brows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and he remained silent.

a while.

All the spices in the purple smoke incense burner were burned out, and after the boy replaced it with a new one, the smoke overflowed.

Gu Mingjiu coughed, looked at Zhuang Hao, broke the peace in the hall, and asked.

"Zhuang Daoyou, how are you?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his real body was cut off.

Still fleeing in embarrassment, he can only use his own great world to condense the dharma body.

This experience put Zhuang Hao in a very bad mood.

Especially after his 'One Yuan Nine Thunder Sword' was taken by Zhou Fan.

Therefore, in this case, it is like adding salt to his new wound and reopening the scar.

If another person spoke, Zhuang Hao would have to change his face.

However, the one who spoke was Gu Mingjiu, the Daoist Lord who ruled one of the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Realms in Nine Caves of Taiyi this time, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

He was also the only one who showed up among the nine Xuanqi Cave Lords.

In addition, although he is angry at this moment, he is also clear-eyed.

Knowing that now is a critical time, I can't ruin a big event.

So, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said: "I wish fellow Taoists were murdered by him, it is not without reason, everyone, please listen to me carefully."

Next, Zhuang Hao frowned, and narrated the whole process of his confrontation with Zhou Fan in detail.

Although everyone present witnessed the battle in the water mirror just now.

But it is definitely not as profound as Zhuang Hao, a person in the game.

"This is just an incarnation..."

After listening to You Daojun, his face was a little dignified, and he sighed again.

The same is Daojun, the difference between them is really a little...perverted.

For a while, the hall fell into silence again.

……

Let's talk about the outside.

Ever since Xuanlian Peak was heavily surrounded by beams of light soaring into the sky.

The monks who live here are all inexplicably horrified.

Without even thinking about it, I packed up and ran away from here.

Some of them were impatient, and didn't even return to their residences, and left without paying any attention to the residence tokens that they had paid a huge price for before.

"Let's go, let's go, so many Daojun great powers have come to Xuanlian Peak, it's not safe here anymore!"

"Hey, I don't know where is a safe place to live!"

Heqi City, which was still bustling and lively before, is now empty, almost deserted, and has almost become an empty city.

There are very few left.

Qingku Pavilion.

The pavilion is clear and spotless.

There are small windows at the front and back, surrounded by green bamboo poles, projected in, gradually turning green and dark.

Su Qingmi wore a lotus flower crown on her head, and a green and green fairy robe, embroidered with a phoenix singing softly.

Sitting firmly on the cloud couch, taking it easy.

Even if there are dozens of Taoist monarchs not far away.

She raised her head and looked out of the skylight. The night was as cool as water, and the stars all over the sky were flickering and flickering.