Prosperous Beauty System

For the next 150 years, demon cultivators invaded wantonly and were suppressed by several great immortal sects.The eight heads of the Heavenly Cang Demon Land are indispensable, so in the past 100 years, in the righteous way, there are not a few major repairs who persuade the Taixu Lingjing to release the Taoist Lord Dongli.

"The Jade Dzi Bead is nowhere to be seen, most of it is still on that Demon Cultivator, and the Heavenly Cang Demon Land is coming menacingly, I hope the Master will think about it."

In Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, there is a chill atmosphere.Several monks stood on both sides of the main hall, their faces were cold, and they were discussing the matter of Dongli Daojun Xie Weiyan.

The Taoist who spoke came from the Glazed Tile Sect of Ignoring Sea. He was holding Fuchen in his arms.

"Wu Chenzi, you don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk." Danxiu in white in the first row of the Taixu Daomen sneered. The unborn artifact of the Taixu Taoist sect is now being stolen by someone, if you release him as soon as you say, won’t you trample the face of my sect for thousands of years on the ground?”

The Kun Dao female cultivator in the same row also bowed and said, "If the hundred families of the Immortal Sect can work together, will they be afraid of the invasion of heaven and earth?"

"Fellow Daoist said that demon cultivators have been rampant for a long time, why not take this opportunity to drive them back to the extreme east." Some monks echoed coldly.

The monk Mandian was also thoughtful, but the Taoist Lord of Dongli's cultivation base is unpredictable, how long can the Yin Mountain and Water Prison trap him?

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds outside the hall changed, and black clouds came over.In the tumbling thundercloud, all the light was swallowed up.

A ray of starlight fell rapidly and landed on the gate of the palace, turning into a monk in black clothes.Lu Yan stood in the cold mist with his sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "The army of demon cultivators has arrived at Unknown Sea."

On the 33rd floor, the handsome swordsman who seemed to be sitting high in the clouds looked calm, "Stop them."

Lu Yan took the order to leave, and the monks of Qian and Kun who stood on both sides of the hall didn't know what to think, and they bowed and left.

This battle was fought for several months, and both sides suffered losses.

It was a gloomy day, with dark clouds gathering, Duan Yunshan, who had already been awarded the title of Taoist Monarch, flew all the way from the Liuli Sect to Unknown Haiyin Mountain.He has advanced cultivation, and he can fly freely without flying with a sword.

Yinshan is in the east of the unknown sea, surrounded by mist all the year round, and peach blossoms are everywhere, like a fairy mountain on the sea.

More than a dozen majestic and majestic palaces are located on Yunya.Duan Yunshan turned into a starburst and landed on the ground, walking towards the prison under the sea with a cold expression.

I don't know that there is a piece of stagnant water under the sea, which is full of poisonous barriers all the year round. Practitioners don't know how powerful it is, and if they rush into it rashly, it will turn into a pool of blood.

In the thorn forest, the chill is biting.

Under Yin Shanjun's feet is the frost that has not melted for thousands of years.He stretched out his hand, lifted the white veil covering his face, and walked towards the young man in a cloud coat with long sleeves and curly black hair leaning on the couch.

Step by step, it seems to have gone through thousands of times.

The cold air lingered on the cloud couch like mist for a long time, Xie Weiyan lay sideways on the couch, cloud sleeves hanging down from the edge of the couch, winding on the ground together with loose black hair.

Porcelain white complexion, jet black long hair, and a greasy complexion, exuding a thrilling black and white distinction.

Just a back view makes people unable to restrain the overwhelming emotions in their hearts, just like Duan Yunshan.

"Why are you here?" Xie Weiyan's voice was very light, as if he didn't have much strength.

Duan Yunshan tried his best to restrain his urge to step forward, "Do you regret it?"

In the cold mist, Xie Weiyan propped up his body with all his strength. Iron chains made of thousands of years of ice were locked on his wrists and ankles, and there was a harsh clanging sound between his movements.

"What do you regret?" His lips turned pale, "I regret saving the woman I like, or regret being entangled with Jiang Lin?"

"...Do you really not love him?" After a long silence, Duan Yunshan said, "If you don't love him, why are you willing to be locked here by him?"

Xie Weiyan's fingers trembled, "If I still have cultivation, why did I end up like this?"

Even if you have no cultivation base, what about the Azure Demon Land that day?Duan Yunshan almost wanted to question him, why didn't the sky go when the devil came to save you?

Xie Weiyan curled up on the cloud couch weakly, the mist was cold, and his heart felt like a knife.Every time he closes his eyes, a picture of Taiwei smashing all the palace furnishings that day will appear in front of his eyes.

He was sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes, his eyes were too small to burst, he pinched his neck and asked, "Why did you betray me, why?!"

why?

why?

Xie Weiyan covered her ears, "...I didn't betray you." I love you, always you.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the thorn forest, and Duan Yunshan's face changed, "It's Jiang Lin." Didn't it mean that he went to retreat to recuperate?

The air-conditioning swept in like a cold current, and the gloomy handsome swordsman fell outside the water prison with his sword, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

He seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, with no color on his face.Taiwei threw the sword to the ground, and walked towards the cloud couch, his steps were slow, but there was a faint sense of oppression.

"Who came to see you just now?" He pinched Xie Weiyan's neck with a sinister tone.

Xie Weiyan had a sore throat and tried to look up at him, "...No, no one."

Taiwei sneered, "Do you think I still believe you?" He pressed Xie Weiyan on the couch, his thin lips all the way down his neck.

Xie Weiyan struggled in fear, "Not today, let me go, let me go..."

Taiwei kissed his slightly protruding waist, her voice was calm and cold, "I forgot, this bastard is still alive and well."

The shadow of the gauze swayed slightly, but the mist did not disperse.

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xie Weiyan was lying on the edge of the couch, black juice spilled from his lips, he was trembling all over, and the mist from his eyes turned into teardrops and fell down one by one.

Taiwei looked at him silently for a long time, then turned and left.

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Ten years later, Nalan Yanran's nephew, Nalan Zheng, broke into the shimmering Ignorant Sea.

Since Taiwei retreated for dozens of years, Tian Cang Demon Land has also cultivated his health.The Taixu Spiritual Realm gradually ignored common matters, and all sects of the Immortal Sect were headed by the Taishu Huanfu.

Nalan Zheng was young and vigorous, with a high level of cultivation, he quickly broke through the stone formation and walked to the thorny forest.

On the cloud bed surrounded by cold mist, Xie Weiyan looked pained, he propped himself up and leaned against the armrest, and stroked his abdomen with one hand.

The child in the womb has already turned into blood and flowed out because of the bowl of soup that year.But I don't know why, but today my stomach hurts more than ever.

While struggling with pain, Xie Weiyan almost lost half of his life.His face was pale and his breath was weak, and he no longer had the strength to give birth to the child in his womb.

Consciousness gradually dissipated, he tried hard to open his eyes, as if he saw Taiwei standing in the dormitory waiting for him.

The clouds are all over the sky, and the golden light gathers.

Xie Weiyan walked over and leaned into his arms as usual, "Jiang Lin, I'm a little tired."

Jiang Lin hugged him tenderly, and pressed a kiss on his lips, "Go to sleep."

For some reason, today's rosy clouds are laid out extremely well. In the glow of the sky, thousands of streamers tore apart and gradually converged into several silver threads.

On the edge of the cliff in the sea of ​​clouds, beside the ancient pines and cypresses, a young monk with an indifferent face stood facing the wind.This young man is tall and tall, with black robes and arrow sleeves, and a black sword case on his back. He is indeed King Beichen of the Shang Qingzong.

The silver threads wandering in the clouds were faintly visible, King Beichen stretched out his hand and pulled out one of the spiritual threads.

The spirit thread seemed to be conscious, wrapping it gently around his palm, as if saying thanks.

"Let's go, you should accompany me too."

The spiritual thread turned into fluorescent light and spread out, and a shady figure stumbled and landed in front of King Beichen.

"Be careful." King Beichen stretched out his hand to help, Xie Weiyan raised his head and smiled at him.

A few years later, I heard that Taiwei Daojun's soul disappeared.

He was originally born with sword bones, even if the demons in his mind were haunted during the retreat, he would not fall to the point where his soul disappeared.

I don't know what he heard.

The author has something to say: there is no extra episode, because I will write the second part.The second one is next door.

Question: Why didn't King Beichen save Xie Weiyan?

Answer: Because Xie Weiyan was imprisoned willingly.

Thanks again to the little angels who accompanied me along the way, I really love you~

ps: I am waiting for you in the pit next door.

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