Shenhao: I'm really the big villain, Qin Lang and Mu Yuyan

For the monks in the Xuanhuang World, swearing in the name of the river of fate is using their lives as a bargaining chip.

This is not Blue Star. There will be no random swearing to deceive others, and there is no need to worry about backlash.

In the big world of Xuanhuang, once you break your oath, you will inevitably suffer the backlash of fate, which can range from life-threatening danger to death.

This kind of oath, as the realm increases, the backlash becomes more and more terrifying.

If you were an ordinary person with no cultivation, maybe just talking casually would not have much impact.

But for a quasi-emperor like the Immortal Master, she has already been connected with the river of destiny. After breaking her oath, the river of destiny is her talisman!

This oath cannot be said to be insincere.

However, Qin Lang was not too happy.

He knew better than anyone else that as long as the Immortal Master rejected him and did not form a Taoist couple, he would not break his oath.

This thing may be a punishment to Ziluo, but to the fairy master, it is a great reward.

There is no threat at all!

"Since the fairy lord's words are all about this, I will let the Burial Demon Palace and the Immortal Soul Palace join forces for the time being to ensure that the two sides will not be violated by other forces."

Qin Lang nodded casually, giving the Immortal Lord face, and then said calmly, "But, as for me, I still have some things to deal with for the time being, so I don't need to stay in the Immortal Soul Palace."

"Is Young Master Qin going back to the family?" The Immortal Master had curiosity in his eyes.

She really wanted to know where Qin Lang came from.

What kind of terrifying forces are behind him!

"No, I have to go to the Jiutian Immortal Mansion. It is said that the master of the Jiutian Immortal Mansion is looking for a bride recently and is choosing a son-in-law for his daughter!"

The evil smile in Qin Lang's eyes got even worse.

To temporarily solve the troubles in the Immortal Soul Palace, he naturally had to go to the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace.

After all, the son of luck is still a disciple in Jiutian Immortal Mansion!

How can he become stronger and become even tougher in front of the Immortal Lord if he doesn't pluck the wool of the Son of Destiny?

Now he has a fierce appearance but a soft heart. To put it bluntly, he relies on his illusory background to intimidate the Immortal Lord.

If the Immortal Master knew that he had no backing from the Emperor, his attitude towards him would never be as polite as it is now.

"Master Qin is also interested in the daughter of the master of the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace?"

The Immortal Master's face was a little unhappy, and his voice was a little cold, "You are busy all day and night, Mr. Qin is really in high spirits!"

"Ha! Are you going to allow the Immortal Master to hide his own thoughts in the oath and not allow me to find another Taoist companion?"

Not to be outdone, Qin Lang retorted, "Could it be that in the eyes of the Immortal Lord, you are the only choice for me?"

Seeing that his little idea was revealed, the Immortal Master did not feel any embarrassment and said calmly, "Then I wish Mr. Qin in advance to become the Dragon-riding Son-in-law of the Master of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion."

"If I really become the dragon-riding son-in-law of the Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, the Burial Demon Palace and the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace will definitely be connected." Qin Lang looked at the Immortal Lord with evil eyes, "Do you think the Immortal Soul Palace will still exist by then? Is it necessary?"

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Hearing this, the Immortal Master's expression darkened instantly.

Indeed, just as Qin Lang said.

Regardless of whether Qin Lang can successfully become the son-in-law of Jiutian Immortal Mansion, there is only bad news for her.

If he becomes the son-in-law of the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace, the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace and the Burial Demon Palace will definitely not allow the Immortal Soul Palace to divide their interests.

If Qin Lang fails, then his eyes will fall on her again.

The fairy master's beautiful eyes closed, and he had a very headache.

When she opened her eyes again, Qin Lang had disappeared.

She immediately chased after him. Before she could see Qin Lang's back, she was stopped by a soldier carrying a shovel on his shoulder.

Jun Zi was far away from the Immortal Master and said loudly, "Immortal Master, go back. The young master has already left. Don't disturb him!"

"He has already gone to Jiutian Immortal Mansion?"

"No, the young master went to a secret place in the wilderness."

"Secret realm?"

The Immortal Master frowned and agreed to go to the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion. Why did he go to the Secret Realm at this time?

What is Qin Lang thinking in his head?

It was only now that the Immortal Master discovered that she was being manipulated by Qin Lang, and as the Immortal Master of the Immortal Soul Palace in the quasi-emperor realm, he knew very little about a seventh-level magical power realm!

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The big world of Xuanhuang, the great wilderness, and the secret realm of Ziyuan.

One hundred thousand years ago, Emperor Ziyuan, at the peak of his quasi-emperor status, fought fiercely against the Great Emperor for three days and three nights. Finally, he was overwhelmed and died here.

His body turned into a secret realm, with countless opportunities and countless treasures within it.

Provide a place for experience for countless monks in future generations.

One hundred thousand years later, after being baptized by countless monks,

The Ziyuan Secret Realm is still an excellent secret realm that countless monks flock to!

At this time, outside the secret realm, a group of monks at the peak of the magical power realm gathered around and were dividing the treasures obtained from the secret realm.

A little fat man who ate like a meat ball took out artifacts one after another from his storage bag. He narrowed his eyes and distributed them one after another, "Junior brother, one piece for me! Senior brother, one piece for me. One for me, one for senior sister, and one for me!"

"Fat man, you've gone too far. How can you divide up treasures like this?"

"Everyone worked hard and almost died at the hands of those bastards from the Heavenly Burial Demon Palace. Now you are monopolizing half of it. It's too much!"

"..."

A group of monks at the peak of the magical power realm all looked at each other angrily.

The little fat man scratched his neck and shouted angrily, "Senior Brother Tang Chen is working the hardest this time. These treasures are not only for me, but also for Senior Brother Tang Chen. If you are not convinced, tell Senior Brother Tang Chen yourself. ah!"

A group of magical realm disciples from the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion glanced at the young man standing alone not far away, holding a sword in his arms and leaning against a tree trunk.

This man has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic appearance. He is like a lone knight walking out of a painting. He is extraordinary handsome.

The disciples of Jiutian Immortal Mansion glanced at Tang Chen and closed their mouths.

They dared to yell at the fat man, but they didn't have the guts to be serious with Tang Chen.

Although everyone was at the pinnacle of the magical power realm, Tang Chen's strength was far beyond what they could compare to.

It is said that Senior Brother Tang Chen was able to remain undefeated in the early stage of Shattering the Void, or even kill him!

Even though the gap between the peak of supernatural power and the early stage of broken emptiness is only a realm, the level of strength in it is like clouds and mud.

It is rare for even those geniuses to be able to cross a large realm and kill the enemy.

Even among the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, Tang Chen's talent was one of the best, and he was definitely not someone who could be offended by ordinary people at the peak of their magical powers.

"Come on, keep dividing the treasures!"

The little fat man raised his hand, took out a medium-grade artifact and handed it to an ugly-looking woman, "One for you."

"One for me!"

The little fat man got himself a top-quality artifact.

"Yes, I've passed excrement!" The ugly woman with a blue face, eyebrows connected together, and teeth gaping, said angrily, "Fat man, by the way, why did you give me a middle-grade artifact? What I got is the best artifact?! I, I, I, I don’t accept it!”