Rebirth of Heavenly Reward

The atmosphere outside Zixiao Palace suddenly became strange, except for the roar of the golem and the terrified screams of the attacked monks, there was no other sound.

As soon as Jun Ran appeared, Yun'er, who was burdened with love, suddenly became irritable. She roared angrily, and an icicle formed in her mouth, stabbing at Jun Ran.Junran's red lips parted slightly, his eyelids closed slightly, and he crossed the folding fan, lightly and lightly.

The rapidly condensed icicle stopped when it touched the red fan, and immediately turned into crystal powder with a bang and dissipated.

Yun'er let out a muffled groan, and her huge body involuntarily retreated more than a hundred feet.She roared angrily, and wanted to go forward again, Qingshuang hurriedly raised her hand to hold her head, and said:

"Yun'er, calm down, you are not her match!"

In front of Junran, Yun'er in the mid-Yuanying period was like a newborn child, unable to fight back at all.If Jun Ran is offended, she can destroy Yun'er with a flip of her hand.

Regarding Yun'er's collision, Jun Ran only pursed his lips and smiled, with a soft tone of eyebrows:

"If the little princess doesn't listen to the persuasion and loses her life here, I won't be able to explain it to Brother Dragon King if he pursues it."

Liang Jin's complexion was heavy, and she looked at Jun Ran with vigilance. Such a woman who seems to have no murderous intentions, but can take someone's life while talking and laughing is the most terrifying. She has a charming and charming bone, but He has a heart of snake and scorpion, his eyes are crooked, and his smiling face makes people feel chills for no reason.

Jun Ran slanted her eyes, and there was an unknown meaning hidden in her eyes. She glanced at Liangjin and Qingshuang, and then turned her gaze back to Yan Buhui. She couldn't even look sideways at Taoist Master Lingxu and a group of Nascent Soul experts. never had.

"My good sister, do you remember what I told you many years ago?"

Yan Buhui stared solemnly at Jun Ran, who was standing quietly in the air, with a beautiful face, and for a moment didn't know how to answer this sentence.

Hundreds of years ago, when Yan Buhui was not the lord of Zixiao Palace, and Yan Wuxin was not Junran, the two of them were the Shuangshu of Zixiao Palace.

The Yan sisters are extremely talented, and they cultivated to alchemy at a young age, far surpassing the other disciples of Zixiao Palace. The younger sister is better than the older sister, but Yan Wuxin doesn't like to make friends with others. Apart from Yan Buhui, no one else can Let her let her guard down.

On that day, the sky was full of clouds, Yan Buhui was selected as a big disciple, but Yan Wuxin was found to have practiced magic skills, the palace master was furious and sent someone to kill Yan Wuxin, Yan Buhui followed him, and chased Yan Wuxin to the purple. On the edge of Xiaogong's guardian array.

Yan Wuxin's gaze was fixed on Yan Buhui from the beginning to the end. She had a soft smile on her face. In her eyes, there was a depth that Yan Buhui couldn't understand, and it seemed that there were unspeakable words buried.

Yan Buhui had mixed feelings in his heart, he hated himself for not discovering Yan Wuxin's anomaly in time, and also hated why Yan Wuxin had gone this evil way, so he reprimanded:

"Wuxin, you are obviously very talented, why do you want to practice magic skills and ruin your future?"

Hearing Yan Buhui's question, Yan Wuxin smiled softly, but in the next moment, her smile subsided and her face became serious. The words that came out of her mouth were full of hatred and resentment:

"I hate the weirdness of fate and the injustice of the sky. If I become a demon, I can do whatever I want and lead you to break through the shackles and cages that bind us all our lives!"

Yan Buhui showed a surprised expression on his face, she didn't understand what Yan Wuxin meant by that, but then, Yan Wuxin said again:

"Yan Buhui, if you don't kill me with your own hands today, in the future, I will overthrow Zixiao Palace and cut off all your thoughts!"

Her voice hovered over the cliff, like a blood-weeping curse, piercing into people's hearts.This was the first and only time in her life that she did not call Sister Yan Buhui, but her name.

Masters from Zixiao Palace came one after another, Yan Buhui and Yan Wuxin had no time to continue talking, amidst the chaos, Yan Wuxin was besieged by masters, suffered heavy injuries, and was about to be executed, Yan Buhui suddenly swung his sword to prevent a fatal attack from the same sect Yan Wuxin looked up to the sky with a long smile, turned over and jumped out of the protective array, and fell into Zhongzhou.

Yan Wuxin only cultivated alchemy and fell from a height of ten thousand feet. Even if she practiced magic skills, she would die without life.

Because of that last sword attack, Yan Buhui was grounded by the palace lord. After ten years of thinking about it, when she came out, there was no news of Yan Wuxin in Zhongzhou.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't understand the reason why Yan Wuxin did this, she couldn't see through Yan Wuxin's deep pupils, and she didn't know what was the secret in Yan Wuxin's heart that she always wanted to tell her, but never said it. .

Now, goodbye Yan Wuxin, she has become the Holy Emperor Junran, and came to fulfill the promise she made, she wanted to destroy Zixiao Palace.

Goodbye to Yan Wuxin, Yan Buhui didn't have time to feel joy in her heart, but she was overwhelmed by boundless confusion and a sea of ​​blood. She remained silent and didn't answer Junran's question.

In mid-air, Jun Ran smiled suddenly. Her smile seemed to be stained with disappointment and sadness, but the emotions were fleeting, too fast for people to see clearly. She gently shook her folding fan and said warmly:

"It seems that my sister forgot, forgot... It's fine."

Anyway, what you forget is far more than that one thing.The last sentence, she lowered her eyes and said silently in her heart.

Jun Ran's voice fell, and half of the monks who came to crusade against Zixiao Palace suddenly turned their backs and killed their companions. No difference.

Behind Daoist Lingxu, the two monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul suddenly made a move and launched a sneak attack at the same time. Daoist Lingxu was very close to them and could not be avoided. With the power of the jade mirror, he did not suffer fatal wounds , but on the blade that scratched him, there was a layer of black devilish energy!

The riots outside Zixiao Palace became more and more terrifying. Whether it was the monks who had become puppet or the monks who were ordered by Jun Ran, they all started to attack Zixiao Palace.

Under the desperate attack of these people, the masters in Zixiao Palace were more than a little weaker, and they responded hastily, and casualties soon appeared.

Even Liang Jin and Qing Shuang were attacked, and they raised their swords to deal with the monsters.

Yan Buhui's complexion changed suddenly, and Xiang Junran glared at him:

"Yan Wuxin! What on earth do you want to do?!"

Yan Wuxin didn't even glance at the horrific scene below, her gaze stayed on Yan Buhui from the beginning to the end, just like the soft but deep gaze she had when she fell outside the protective array.She shook the red fan lightly, laughed and said:

"Sister, I want to destroy Zixiao Palace, and then take you away. The two of us, sisters, wander the world and have a good time, isn't it great?"

Yan Buhui never expected such an answer, she looked at Jun Ran angrily, and angrily reprimanded in disbelief:

"You are crazy! Tell them to stop!"

The folding fan in Junran's hand paused lightly, she put away her smile, her eyes lingered on Yan Buhui's graceful and delicate face for a long time, after a moment of silence, she said:

"If I say no, what will my sister do?"

Yan Buhui closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened her eyes. There was no hesitation or confusion in her pupils. A dark purple long sword appeared in Yan Buhui's hand. She raised the sword and stood with a resolute gaze. :

"Since you are obsessed with obsession, don't blame me for not thinking about sisterhood!"

"Sisterhood...well, huh...you didn't kill me back then, but today, don't ask me to turn back!"

As soon as the words fell, Jun Ran's aura changed suddenly, and the coercion of the transformation of gods swept Zixiao Palace. Where the aura passed, the ground cracked, and the group of cultivators were severely injured. Yan Buhui snorted coldly and raised his sword to meet him.

She slashed out with a sword, dispelling Jun Ran's rising aura, forcing Jun Ran to make a move.

The Great Protector Formation of Zixiao Palace couldn't withstand the confrontation of the energy mechanisms of the two cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits, so Yan Buhui jumped up immediately after breaking Jun Ran's energy mechanism, went straight into the sky, away from the crowd, and put her and Jun Ran together. The battle between the two is restricted above the sky, so that innocent people will not be affected.

Of course Junran understood Yan Buhui's plan, but she didn't do anything else to deal with it. Instead, she tapped her toes and chased Yan Buhui to a high place on the red silk. Make a break.

With Liangjin and Qingshuang's level of cultivation, it is impossible to intervene in the affairs between Yan Buhui and Junran. Moreover, the monster puppets are raging now, and the strength of these monks who have turned into monster puppets has multiplied. The person injured by it may also be contaminated with magic energy, so that the defenders are hindered everywhere.

The golems are endless, as if they can't be killed at all.

Outside Zixiao Palace, a female disciple at the early stage of body training was fighting with a puppet at the late stage of body training, but she was no match at all. The wall in front of the Zixiao Palace gate slipped and fell to the ground, with blood overflowing from his mouth.

She struggled to get up, but the pain in her internal organs and exhausted physical strength made her movements sluggish. The puppet roared and rushed towards her, and the five fingers that were raised turned into five hooks, straight to the heart.

At this moment, a silver light flashed across, and the puppet's body was split by the sword light. Liang Jin arrived on the dragon, shook off the dirty blood on the sword blade, and threw a healing potion to the female disciple who fell to the ground. Elixir:

"Sister Xue, if she is not strong enough, she will enter the palace to rest for a while."

The wounded female disciple was exactly Xueying who went to Linfeng with Qingshuang many years ago and had a relationship with Liangjin.It is not easy for her to have body training at such an age.

After Xueying took the elixir from Liangjin, before she could thank her in the future, she saw Liangjin turn around and leave.The expression on her face was a bit complicated. She couldn't remember Liang Jin clearly until she saw Qing Shuang by her side.

Back then when she came to the ruins of the Immortal, Liangjin's trauma to save Qingshuang left a strong mark in her memory. At that time, Liangjin's cultivation base was much worse than hers. Now, she not only tamed the arrogant The ice dragon even beheaded Fen Ye in the Nascent Soul Realm in full view.

It turns out that in this world, there really is such a genius, comparable to Qingshuang.If she was born in Zixiao Palace, it is really unknown whether her achievements will be higher or lower.