The Villain's White Lotus Halo

The northernmost part of the Eastern Continent is a vast ice sheet.

The ice and snow that never melted all year round and the cold temperature that drips into ice are enough to kill all weak life, leaving only the thick-skinned and bloodthirsty beasts.

In the blanket of snow, the black afterimage is particularly conspicuous.Someone was running very fast.In a blink of an eye, he climbed to the peak among the clouds, passed through countless palace walls and pavilions, and came to the tallest palace.

Those who came to the realm where Wanren Xuefeng could walk on flat ground could only stand with their knees folded outside the hall, waiting respectfully to pass on the news layer by layer.

Finally, the door of the palace opened.The colorful lights suddenly poured out, accompanied by the warm and intoxicating smoked wind and the wind and bamboo, the visitors walked into the hall.

The gate of the palace was closed behind him, and the sky was covered with snow, which changed to March in Yangchun.

At the end of the resplendent and resplendent hall, within the overlapping gauze curtains, a slim figure of a woman is reflected, reclining on a golden quilt soft couch.

Even though the face could not be seen clearly through the veil, everyone who saw this scene would have an inexplicable intuition that she was a peerless beauty.

The person in the tent didn't move, and the visitor didn't dare to raise his head, but he could feel a sharp gaze falling on him, as if his skin and bones were about to be split at any moment.

He settled down, knelt down and saluted,

"Palace Master, someone saw Your Majesty at the border of the West Continent."

After a long while, until the kneeling man was dripping with cold sweat, a hand stretched out from the gauze tent.

Delicate and soft, like an orchid waiting to bloom.

For a moment, it seemed that the incense in the temple was a little bit fragrant.

The hand waved, and the silk bamboo and singing and dancing fell silent for a moment.The musician and dancer retreated silently.

The kneeling man held up a clear bead, "The spies we planted in the Jade Palace carry a picture bead with them, and the last image transmitted back before death is Your Majesty."

With a slender hand move away, the beads stopped at her fingertips.

She played with the pearl and got up from the tent.She has a soft and boneless figure, covered with a light and transparent jade-colored gauze.

She stood barefoot on the shiny glazed bricks.

The square bricks reflected her dusty eyebrows and eyes.

The reliefs and bright pearls on the golden wall, the palace lanterns and colored tapestry on the painted beams all dimmed.

Yu Zhanmei suddenly felt a little bored, because she was so beautiful, but no one here dared to look at her.

She seemed to feel something when the Juggernaut stepped into the wilderness.But the saint is above, no matter what she wants to do, she can't stop it, she can't even ask.

Now that the saint is gone and Yu Shi is seriously injured, she wants to leave Donglu, who can stop her?

The end of the Northern Emperor is approaching, and the gentleman in the school is also getting old.

The woman looked at the beads and laughed, like the spring breeze blowing thousands of willows on the embankment in March.

Her voice seemed to be intoxicated by the spring breeze, "Let's go to see Your Majesty."

"The palace lord starts to drive—"

"The palace lord starts to drive—"

The announcements sounded one after another, echoing from countless palaces and palaces to the silent snow peak.From the bright yellow glazed tiles to the green pines on the edge of the cliff, the snow on them has been shaken off.

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The night is vast, and the cold moon breaks through the clouds.

Yin Biyue sat on a big tree, wrapped in a black cloak, covered by a dense and huge canopy, his figure was barely visible.

Compared with the appearance of the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in Donglu, no hunter will easily provoke him now.

As far as he could see, he could already see the border of the wilderness.After calculating the itinerary, he will be able to walk out of here tomorrow and reach the nearest village.

Under the cold and bright moonlight, he took out the book in his arms.It was the "Evil Charming Immortal Long Leng Qiao Concubine" given to him by Mr. Zhangyuan.

Yin Biyue thought it was a folk story book, but he didn't realize that it was a few notebooks until he started reading the first book three nights ago.

It's still Ling Xiao's diary.

There is no inheritance of skills, no sword moves, only daily life and practice, even trivial.If the date and major events were not correct, and the handwriting was also the same as that of the Lingxiao Sword fragment in Xuefu Zangshuge, it is almost impossible to tell that this is the life of a true immortal.

Yin Biyue couldn't believe it at first, compared the details with the historical classics he had read, and found that these notebooks were more logical.There are also reasonable explanations for some doubts about the "age of saints" and "War of Taoism and Demons".

He has never been so close to the truth of history, but the more he looks at it, the more frightened he becomes, because Yi Lingxiao's narrative tone is like a time traveler.

"Mo Changyuan's two hundred and five is unreliable. Tomorrow there will be a war, and people's hearts will be scattered. It's not easy to lead a team..."

Who would have thought that Yi Lingxiao would write such words before the earth-shattering Dao Demon War.

Later, the notes became more and more scribbled, indicating that the recorder was restless.

"I saw Mo Chang Yuan today, he has changed, compared to when I was a child, I no longer recognize him..."

"He can't turn back, I killed him. I don't want this."

"I didn't live a good life in this life, too bad."

Yin Biyue closed the book, and endless confusion surged up.

The description of the notes is brief, but inexplicably very graphic.Yin Biyue couldn't help but think that if he wanted to write something to keep for Yi Lingxiao, he would write it like that.

She will also have a wicked and boring name like 'Xie Mei Xian Chang Leng Qiao Concubine'.

But if Yi Lingxiao is really a time traveler, then what kind of world is this?

No matter how you look at it, Yi Lingxiao looks like the protagonist in the point X novel.

Yin Biyue shook his head slowly, feeling that this world cannot be judged by common sense.

At first, he thought that his senior brother was the main character, but it turned out that when he jumped off the cliff, it was a scam that his seniors passed on his skills. The senior brother's Jialan pupil technique was transformed into the configuration of the villain boss.

Later, when he met the master who was number one in the world, he felt that the winner of such a chic life should always be the protagonist. As a result, the master entered the sword mound alone, and he didn't know when he would come back.

He put the book in his arms.Through the shadows of the trees, I looked at the bright moon above the nine heavens.

Suddenly remembered that senior brother was in Cangya, looking up at the same moon.

There is a saying called, 'The end of the world is at this time'.Thinking of this, Yin Biyue became quiet.

When I come here to practice, I feel more real and have a sense of belonging than in my long life.It doesn't matter whether the world has a script or not. Even if there is still a halo of "villain and evil spirit", I don't want to be a villain anymore.

He just wants to practice sword hard, to become stronger, and to live a good life.I want to live up to Master's trust and change the star path and destiny.

Yin Biyue laughed, then turned his head suddenly, holding his breath and concentrating.

The life of fighting all the way has improved not only his fighting awareness, but also his five senses and judgment.

It was a group of people marching across the wilderness, and in the middle of the group was a large chariot as high as a palace.

The four strong men in the Mahayana realm carried the chariot, shrinking the ground to an inch. Although the forward speed was fast, the chariot was as stable as a mountain.

They came from the north, with the coldness of the ice field.The Baili Wasteland was deadly silent in the night.

Yin Biyue guessed the identities of these people, and clearly knew that he was no match for anyone carrying the chariot, let alone the graceful figure in the curtain.

He looked to the north, and faintly saw the snow peak among the clouds, isolated and unattainable.

The Golden Palace, the most powerful of the twelve palaces, is on it, inheriting the foundation of the Demon Palace before it split.

Tongtian Xuefeng should have been as cold as a tomb.

But in fact, thousands of years have passed, and no one knows the extravagance and prosperity there.

Even if the statement that 'the Golden Palace can satisfy everyone's fantasies about the misty fairyland' is only in the legend, it is enough to make people imagine.

Although the royal family in the northern land is full of food, the people in the northern imperial capital are also rich and happy.The entire imperial city, from palaces and palaces to ordinary streets and alleys, is a magnificent scene.The smell of rich wine and meat is common, but it is rare to see bones frozen to death on the side of the road.

Donglu is another extreme. There is a fairyland on the snow peak and purgatory on the wasteland.

There are extreme scarcity and extreme luxury. Some people live by plundering and precariously, while others enjoy themselves wantonly, drinking and singing.

Because the lord of the palace on the throne likes extravagance, there is also a ten-foot soft red in the ice and snow.

Yin Biyue never thought that he would meet this palace lord so soon.

Even if you can only vaguely see a figure in the wasteland of more than ten miles, through the vast night and the curtain on the chariot, you will feel extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous.

He knew that with the presence of a strong man of this level, every plant and tree on the wasteland could not be concealed from his eyes and ears, and it would be meaningless to do or not do anything.

So at this moment, he just held his breath and watched the group of people disappear at the border of the wasteland in a blink of an eye.Glad they're on their way.

The right hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.

He thought that he was improving very fast, only to realize that facing the few peerless powerhouses in the world, he was still as humble as an ant.

Still not strong enough.

The Yihu sword whispered in the night wind, as if unwilling to reconcile, but also seemed to echo the master's heart.

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Cang Ya's disciples have been patrolling the borders of the Northland for many days, and no trace of the magic cultivator was found in the towns and villages, so they diverted to Da Nang, which is floating on the seashore.

If Moxiu wants to come from the Eastern Continent, he must cross the sea.Now the merchant ships traveling to and from the Eastern Continent have already received the news from Cangya Mountain, and all of them are suspended.The customs inspection that has not been used for many years is restarted. No matter where the ship comes from, it must be interrogated when it enters the port, and it will go through a formation to detect the magic breath.

Luo Mingchuan was worried that the formation would fall into disrepair, so he deliberately tried to strengthen it after arriving in Da Nang, and did not leave for a while.

Because of Moxiu's entry into the Western Continent, the noisy port in the past was much deserted, and several large ships and the lighthouse standing not far away were silent in the sea breeze.

At the end of the line of sight where the sea meets the sky, a few white seabirds circled low.

Suddenly a bit of black breaks the silence of blue and white, splitting the water and breaking the waves at an incredible speed.In a blink of an eye, it was more than ten feet closer to the coast, so close that the figure standing on the bow of the boat could be seen clearly.

The disciples on the shore were terrified. Such a small boat can cross the vast ocean, and there must be a strong man to control it.

"Not good! It's a boat from the east! Tell Brother Luo quickly!"

"who?!"

The boat was still far away from the port, and the person at the bow jumped up, riding the waves in the air, his figure almost swaying.

The visitor was covered in a black cloak, only his thin and pale jaw was exposed.Although there is no magic breath, the bloody murderous aura all over his body can almost condense into substance, making people breathless.

Five or six disciples of Cang Ya wanted to draw their swords, but found that under such power, they couldn't even hold the hilt with their fingers.

The next moment, the white sleeves fluttered between the sea and the sky, they suddenly felt relieved, and their faces showed joy, "Senior Brother Luo is here!"

The visitor had reached the shore and stopped in front of Luo Mingchuan.The sea was suddenly calm, as if the invisible blood and hostility had all dissipated.

Luo Mingchuan smiled lightly.

The hood of the cloak was taken off, the sea wind howled, and the black and white hair intertwined.