If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Le Yunling opened his palms to the monks of Duxian Sect, and a nine-story tower hung out, exuding a simple and rich atmosphere.

She sounded a little complacent, "Oh, there are so many treasures in the secret realm this time. I just picked up a nine-story tower of ancient magic weapons while walking."

Le Yunling took the nine-story pagoda back again and smiled sheepishly.

"Ha, I almost forgot, fellow Taoist Dongfang, you are monks from the Duxian Sect, how could you possibly be interested in a mere small tower like mine."

The exquisite laughter of the other female cultivators of Shuiyue Sect came, "Yes, yes, I wonder what kind of top-quality treasures you fellow Taoists have harvested."

This blatant ridicule made the monks of Duxian Sect feel extremely uncomfortable. Dongfang Hao was leading the way, so they would be lying if they said they didn't complain.

What's more, along the way, they were held back a lot by Biying, and several of their fellow apprentices were even killed in the belly of the monster.

Jiang Miao stood behind Le Yunling. She was wearing a veil, and no one from the Duxian Sect could recognize her for a while.

She saw Biying tugging on Dongfang Hao's sleeves and looking eagerly at the magic weapons specially worn by the Shuiyue Sect female cultivators, including the extremely defensive and beautiful fairy clothes, and the golden spirit sword, especially the one just now. That nine-story pagoda.

If she can dedicate the Nine-Storied Tower to Your Majesty, Your Majesty will definitely be happy!

Therefore, she begged Dongfang Hao, "Brother Hao, it would be great if I had a nine-story pagoda. No one would be able to bully me anymore. You know, my Dantian is damaged and I cannot practice immortal magic."

Dongfang Hao was silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to get the Nine-Storied Pagoda for Biying, but that his luck had become particularly bad for some reason. Not to mention the Nine-Storied Pagoda, there were not even a few elixirs.

Even if you exchange the magic weapon with someone else, it will be difficult if the other party is Shuiyue Sect.

Is it possible to rob it?

Seeing the changing expressions of Dongfang Hao and Biying, Jiang Miao felt much relieved, and the resentment of the original owner was also fading away.

Dongfang Hao comforted Biying, and then wandered into the secret realm.

But he saw a female cultivator from Shuiyue Sect casually giving the newly harvested Immortal Heavenly Sword to the cultivators around her.

The monk's face was full of surprise, "Ah?! Junior sister, did you give it to me?"

Jiang Miao nodded, "Yes."

Dongfang Hao frowned, always feeling that the female cultivator's features were familiar.

Biying noticed that Dongfang Hao's eyes were staring at the female cultivator in the white dress for a moment. The female cultivator's eyes were as clear and translucent as glass. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she gave people a feeling of glowing beauty.

Damn witch, she actually seduced her brother Hao!

Just then, there was a rumbling sound.

A flash of excitement flashed in Biying's eyes, is it Jun coming up?

But when she heard the running and rumbling sound getting closer, what she saw was a large group of bloodthirsty Moon Shadow Demonic Wolves.

Biying's pupils shrank, it's not your Majesty!

"It's the fifth-level Moon Shadow Monster Wolf, run!" Someone roared, and all the monks present ran away. There was no need to fight this monster.

The Moon Shadow Monster Wolf was too powerful, and on its own territory, many monks were picked up by the wolves, and within a short time only their bones were left.

Biying ran away in a hurry. Although Dongfang Hao protected her, these demon wolves came from all directions, and she had no magic power, so she was quickly targeted by the demon wolves.

Just as the demon wolf was attacking, she subconsciously grabbed a senior brother next to her and pushed him out.

"Ah——" The monk who was pushed out was immediately bitten on the neck by the demon wolf and died.

Biying's eyes flashed, and she quickly hid behind Dongfang Hao, praying that no one else would see this scene.

Suddenly, her attention was focused on the Shuiyue Sect female cultivator who was wearing a white veil and giving away magic weapons at will.

When the female cultivator was killing the demon wolf, her veil fluttered, revealing a face that made Bi Ying's teeth itch with hatred.

It’s Jiang Miao!

She turned out to be Jiang Miao!

Could she have seen the scene just now?

Jiang Miao looked back and glanced at Biying with a half-smile.

Biying was so angry that she almost vomited blood, she definitely did it on purpose!

What is her intention behind hiding in Shuiyue Gate? !

"Ying'er, let's go!" Just when Biying was wondering whether to expose Jiang Miao at this time, Dongfang Hao pulled her away.

Jiang Miao looked at the two people who were running away in embarrassment, being chased by the demon wolf, and suddenly heard an emergency notification from the system.

[Host! Help, help, your target is being attacked again! ]

Jiang Miao's head was covered with black lines.

Not

The road to immortality is too dangerous, so why not tie him up next to him to prevent him from running around?

[Host, why don't you go find Song Shiyuan first? If he doesn't go, he will completely turn into a black man. ]

Jiang Miao looked numb. When she took advantage of the chaos and left Shuiyue Gate, following the coordinates given by the system, she found Song Shiyuan on a cliff in the secret realm of Drying Moon Island. He was standing in the wind and snow holding a spiritual sword.

His face was handsome and cold, and his deep eyes were calm and somewhat lonely, as if nothing in the world could touch him.

The people who besieged him were approaching step by step.

"Fellow Taoist, please hand over the fruit of Bodhi Enlightenment, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

"Don't talk nonsense to him. Today we will teach him a lesson so that he will know not to be so arrogant in the secret realm."

"Yes, let's go together!"

I don’t know if Song Shiyuan had already been seriously injured. After a few rounds, he propped his sword on the ground, covered his heart, and wiped the blood that overflowed from his lower lip.

The monks on the opposite side were not much better. The man who fell to the ground could no longer move. The remaining people stared at Song Shiyuan defensively, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"He's seriously injured, kill him!"

"The fruits of Bodhi Enlightenment will be equally divided by then!"

Those who besieged Song Shiyuan stood up one by one, preparing to use their magic weapons to kill Song Shiyuan.

At this moment, Jiang Miao tapped her toes and landed on the mountain peak not far away. Standing tall and graceful, a pressure came over, and those who had just stood up instantly knelt on the ground.

Song Shiyuan seemed to feel something and looked back.

The goose feathers were flying heavily, and the sky and the earth were completely white. Jiang Miao was dressed in a white dress, as holy as snow, fluttering in the wind, like a fairy who was about to ride away on the wind.

The moment Song Shiyuan saw her, he suddenly felt that his heart had been seriously injured.

It started pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.

faster and faster

He hurriedly averted his gaze.

She is coming?

Isn't it an illusion?

The monks who besieged Song Shiyuan took the opportunity to recover their strength and drew their swords against Jiang Miao.

"who are you?"

"You want to save him?"

Jiang Miao's voice was filled with snow, and her tone was cold, "Do I still need to report to you what I want to do?"

The atmosphere became strangely deadlocked.

The monks looked at each other and struck unexpectedly at Song Shiyuan, who was seriously injured.

Song Shiyuan had just tried his best to kill, but now he was at the end of his crossbow. He stood up with the sword in hand, trying to straighten his back. Blood flowed from his hands and dripped along the sword body into the snow.

Just when the sword light from the opposite side came towards him at a terrifying speed, his pupils shrank slightly!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Jiang Miao's body was like electricity. He dodged over and twisted the long whip in his hand around Song Shiyuan's waist. He used his other magic weapon to cut off those people's spiritual swords.

When Song Shiyuan ran into Jiang Miao's arms, he suddenly felt a subtle feeling of peace of mind.

Saved by her again.

why?

……