My wife, the demon phoenix, live forever

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Although the emperor of the Western Regions is young and his cultivation is good, he, Nanrong Chuanfeng, has not yet fallen to the point where he would be afraid of a child. A child, everything needs to consider the consequences!"

"Consequences? Respect you, Uncle Nanrong," Daxi Yize raised his eyebrows playfully, without any timidity on his face, and continued: "Nanrong Tianzun has passed away and is lying in the coffin behind him. This younger brother Ke'er, whose cultivation base is so low that he can't even integrate his father's origin, is also worthy of being in the position of emperor! As for—"

A trace of imperceptible fear flashed in the young man's eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant: "She should have been buried with my father first."

Nanrong Chuanfeng kept a cold face, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Five years ago, the Immortal Emperor fought against the Holy Lord. The Immortal Fusu, who was on the side of the Holy Lord, was recalled by the Heavenly Emperor to be punished earlier because of his private involvement in the affairs of the market domain. His sister-in-law, Mo Lingshuang, died in the battle. .

Three years ago, Daxi Yize's father, Shang, provoked the Nilin War. After Shang was defeated, his soul and spirit were wiped out, and Shengzun's whereabouts are unknown after being severely injured.

Shengzun is his elder brother's eldest daughter, Nan Rongmo.A 26-year-old woman with a heaven-defying cultivation, an unworldly talent in the world.

His elder brother, Nanrong Yelin, fell into a coma for a while, and his body was weak for five years, which caused his power in the southern region to fall again and again.

In the past three years since his niece disappeared, the Nanrong family has been supported by him alone.Today, even the elder brother's coffin could not enter the underground palace smoothly. Nanrong Chuanfeng was very anxious. His elder brother had passed away for more than seven days.

It's been four quarters since You time, the disciples of the two great families are still in a stalemate, the tomb passage leading to the Longsui underground palace is tightly blocked by the disciples of the Daxi family.

No one noticed that there were two figures standing in the dense clouds and mist above.

The woman is thin and thin, and her pair of phoenix eyes are tender and tender, very touching.The figure beside her had a stern face, and the tough lines outlined a face that could not eat the fireworks of the world.Contrary to this face that is thousands of miles away from others, there is a cinnabar mole with a little color on the point between the eyebrows.

These two were Nan Rong Mo and Yu Sheng, a descendant of the Huang Clan, who had returned.

"Mr. Mo, are you here?"

Nanrong Mo hummed, put his hands on his chest, and spoke secret words.

Suddenly, a palace in the east was filled with purple air, and countless strands of it fluttered in.A pair of black birds flew on it and let out a long cry into the void, as if they had been asleep for too long and were finally awakened.

Everyone in the tomb passage was startled, a kind of fear rooted in the bones quickly spread to every nerve of them.

The purple energy comes from the east, the mysterious bird is born, and the saint returns!

Nan Rongmo has long since lost all his cultivation and is nowhere to be found, and the Immortal Emperor has never appointed anyone to take over the position of Holy Venerable...

Nanrong Moxu, who was standing behind the clouds, stepped on the clouds and descended into the air. The noble and supreme purple aura surrounded his body, and the mysterious birds flew on both sides of his shoulders from left to right.Yu Sheng followed behind him.

Nan Rongke stared blankly at the people above, and was the first to cheer up.

He is most familiar with that spot of red, it is his admiration since he was a child.No matter how Nanrong Mo was dressed, he could recognize Nan Rongke at a glance. She was back, and his favorite sister Mo was back.

Accompanied by the joy from the heart, the young man's nose was sour, and tears welled up in his eyes, and the previous bravado went to nowhere.

"Sister Mo—" he called out hoarsely, his voice full of longing and grievance.

Nan Rongmo looked in his direction, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised in response.

Although it was an inconspicuous look, it was enough to make everyone react.Nanrong Chuanfeng was the first to act. He looked sternly and looked into the void.

"Nanrong Chuanfeng and all the disciples of the Nanrong family pay a visit to the Holy One!"

Hearing this, all the people on the side of the coffin bowed on the spot and said in unison: "Greetings to the Holy One!"

It all happened too suddenly.Elder Leng of the Daxi family didn't recover for a while.

After the battle with his elder brother Shang, Nan Rongmo lost all his cultivation, and he will never recover in just three years, let alone have enough spiritual power to mobilize the purple energy and black bird in the temple.The temple has not been opened for three full years!

But the current situation no longer allowed him to hesitate too much.The Holy Venerable is the supreme position in the Ruins Domain, directly appointed by the Immortal Emperor.He made a decisive decision and bowed his hands: "All the disciples of the Daxi family congratulate the Holy One on his return!"

"uncle!"

"Yi'er, you still don't pay homage to the Holy One!" He gave his nephew a cold look, and gave a light drink.

After everyone saluted in the tomb passage, Nanrong Mo slowly landed from mid-air, followed by a powerful coercion.Elder Leng raised his head slightly against the pressure of his body, and glanced at the man from the corner of his eye.At this moment, his face was ashen.

It was Nan Rongmo without a doubt!

Chapter 7 Return of the Holy One

"Tianzun's body should be melted into the source on one day, put into the coffin on three days, sacrificed on the fifth day, and returned to the ancestors on the seventh—" Nanrong Mo turned his eyes to the wooden coffin, "Nanrong Tianzun should be on the seventh day." Word by word, Don't be angry.

Daxi Yize's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and his head was almost touching his knees.

Nan Rongmo, she is known as a protector.This woman, who was a few years older than him, was able to kill his father after two years of serious illness. Her strength was unfathomable.

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