Prosperous Beauty System

The Linglong Pagoda is located between the cliffs, and the mountains floating in the air are like piles of jade stones, covered with moss and green moss, and iron cables as thick as arms pass through the middle, and are firmly tied to the top of the Linglong Pagoda.

No one has ever counted how many floating mountains there are, and no one dared to look directly at the raging and roaring river below when passing the Linglong Bridge.

The river water comes from nowhere, and it has been grinding the rocks in the middle of the river for hundreds of years.

Su Mo walked on the Linglong Bridge, clinging to the oil-paper umbrella.The drizzle in the clouds fell on the back of the person's hand, causing pain as fine as a needle prick.

The golden boy and the jade girl walked in front. They didn't open umbrellas, and they didn't need to open umbrellas. The drizzle fell on them, and the fine clothes on their bodies turned into a ray of light, blocking it from the light screen.

Su Mo heard the rushing sound of the river, the sound of the water was like thunder, falling on the side of the ear, which made the eardrum ache.

He stopped and stopped holding the umbrella, his pupils rolled and his eyes fell.

The bottom of the bridge is like an abyss, with countless ropes and iron chains interlaced, smoke lingering and dense fog, and green pines and cypresses protruding from the sea of ​​clouds. A kind of eerie atmosphere.

"Yanli Daojun?"

The golden boy and jade girl in front walked a few steps, but there was no movement behind him, so he turned to ask.

The drizzle became more severe, and Su Mo moved to keep up.

When they reached the gate of the Linglong Pagoda, there was a "click" in the sky, and a huge thunder shook the sky, as if a hole had been torn in the clouds. The flash of light made people's eyes hurt, and after the thunder and lightning, it was pouring rain It hit the flying eaves.

The Golden Boy and Jade Girl pushed open the door of the hall, and the burning candlelight came oncoming. Su raised his eyes and saw that the goal was densely lit red candles on the ground. The door closes.

"Yanli Daoist, wait a moment." Jin Tong said, and walked towards the inner hall with his long sleeves.

There are many red candles hanging in this hall, although it is raining heavily outside and the weather is terrible, it is like daytime here.

Jintong came over with a palace lantern, the lamp was very simple and elegant, the surface was spotless, like white paper, only the firelight was reflected, falling on Jintong's peaceful face, like a ghost.

"Daoist Yanli, please." Jintong made a gesture of "please", and walked up the stairs facing Su Mo, and then walked up step by step facing people.

The mechanism in the tower changed, and within a cup of tea, the golden boy and jade girl had already reached the top floor with the letter in their hands, facing Su Mo.

The umbrella in Su Mo's hand had already been tucked away in his sleeve, but at this moment, his snow-white Taoist robe was indifferent, and he looked like a fairy.

The door of the palace was pushed open from the outside, and the stone statues of flying cranes guarding both sides "clicked", and they flew into the air in shock, circling in the palace.

The inner hall on the top floor is also filled with red candles, and there is no flame on the steps in the corner.

There was a figure standing in front of the window. Under the firelight, his figure was very long, his long sleeves stretched to the ground, and his long black hair matched his pale and delicate complexion, showing his indifference.

"Your Majesty." The golden boy and jade girl folded their hands, with their wide sleeves hanging down, and walked slowly towards the figure, "This is today's letter."

As he spoke, he presented the bamboo slips.

Lord Taishu Mansion stretched out his hand and picked up the bamboo slips.

The golden boy and jade girl waited at the side for a long time, and heard the mansion above say, "Tong Chuan." His voice was flat, without any emotion.

"Yes." The golden boy and jade girl retreated without looking sideways. When the door of the palace was closed, the flying cranes hovering outside fell down.

The flames were scorching, but there was only one hall left that was cold, making the fingertips feel cold.

"Why are you free to come to my place today?" Lord Taishufu held the bamboo slips in his hand, and with a lift of his wrist, the bamboo slips dissipated like dots of light.

He turned around, and the green vines spread on the ground, turning into a bamboo mat and a clear jade desk.

"Please." Lord Taishu took the lead to sit down.

There were too many candles around, Su Mo frowned, and sat down with his long sleeves.

"Are you also here for the unknown sea?"

Lord Taishu waved his long sleeves, and a jug of sake and two wine glasses appeared on the jade case.

The aroma of the wine is strong, entering the heart and lungs from the fingertips, and then entering the limbs.

Su Mo lowered his eyes and looked away from the wine glass, "You ask the question knowingly."

The man opposite had a beautiful jade-like face, his figure was tall and straight, like Songzhu, but he was unsmiling and looked extraordinarily calm.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yinshan will be in charge in Zhizhihai, and nothing will happen." The Lord of Taishu Mansion held a cup and drank lightly.

The window leaves were blown open by the cold wind with a "crash", and raindrops like thin needles floated in from outside, blowing out the red candles all over the place, and after half a breath, they ignited automatically again.

The door of the palace was knocked, and it was the voice of the golden boy, "Your Majesty, the uncle has arrived."

……

Not to mention how the hearts of Taishu Huan's mansion are secretly surging, I don't know the sea, the battle situation is even more tragic than imagined.

The sea, which was originally shimmering and smoky, has become a battlefield full of blood and bones.

The silver dragon's body began to fall from the scales, crashed down, and fell into the deep sea.

The sky is still terrible, but the thunder and lightning have long since ceased in the dark clouds.

Nalan Zheng put away his sword, waved Liu Yun's long sleeve, and the broken light dispersed, turning into a folding fan on his fingertips.His folding fan is a natal magic weapon refined by himself. There are various life styles and all things in the world depicted on the fan leaves. The patterns on the fan leaves can be changed according to one's will.

"Overestimating one's abilities." He said coldly, and flew down, landing in front of the light group on the sea.The battle was fierce just now, but this light group seemed to be in a different world, and it was not affected at all.

"Second brother." Ke Yan was drenched all over, and the pearls and hairpins on her bun were messy, she said in embarrassment and aggrieved.

"Earlier, I told you not to follow." Nalan Zheng had always been used to it coldly, even if he spoke to his own sister, he said mercilessly, "Go back, don't hold me back."

"I don't want it!" Ke Yan threw herself on the ball of light excitedly, and fell to the ground again with a slap, "I want to see what he looks like! He can make my aunt fascinated!"

Nalan Zheng raised his eyebrows, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "You don't need to say more." He said and slowly opened the folding fan.

"Second brother! I want to tell him personally! My aunt is dead!"

When Ke Yan said "My aunt is dead", the grief and resentment in her eyes did not seem to be fake.

Nalan Zheng remained unmoved, "Go back."

He raised his long sleeves, tapped his fingertips lightly in the void, and the ball of light floated towards the sky uncontrollably.

"Second brother! I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!"

"I want to meet that man!"

"Second brother!"

……

Even if Nalan Keyan yelled until his throat became hoarse, Nalan Zheng would not change his mind, he was always the only one who respected me.

The silver dragon fell and the dark clouds dispersed.

There was a glimmer of light in the clouds, and I didn't know that the sea had regained the beautiful scenery of sparkling water and mist.

The fog rose, and Nalan Zheng walked towards the thick fog, walking on the sea as if walking on flat ground.

At this moment in the Ignorant Sea, many sharp rocks have quietly emerged from the surface of the sea. They have moss growing on their bodies. Because they have been trapped in the dungeon under the sea all year round and shrouded in mist, they look particularly gloomy.

Passing through the fog, all you can see is a chain of iron chains, criss-crossed and tied to the protruding sharp stones.

Nalan Zheng walked up to a rock and stroked it with his hand. The tentacles had sharp edges and corners, with a faint sword aura.

Thoughtful, he retracted his hand and looked, his fingertips were stained with blood, but he was injured by sword energy.

There are many runes engraved on the rock, which were originally written with cinnabar, but after more than 100 years, the runes and cinnabar have long since decayed.

"It really is here." After a long time, Nalan Zheng said in a low voice.

……

Yinshan is in the east of the unknown sea. It is surrounded by mist all the year round, peach blossoms are everywhere, and spiritual fruits are ripe. It is more like a fairy mountain on the sea, bearing its name of Yinshan.

At this moment, in the Yinshan Palace, the frost is all over the place, piercing to the marrow.

Daoist Lord Yinshan sat recliningly on the hall, with black hair tied high, Taoist robe added to his body, and his complexion was cold.

"Can the letter go?"

Dao Tong bowed to His Royal Highness and replied, "Return to Daojun, I have sent a letter to Taishu Mansion Lord before a cup of tea, but I have not received any reply yet."

Lord Yinshan leaned on the seat, pressed his chin, closed his eyes and meditated, "That old bastard, I'm afraid I have to turn a blind eye. Is this place of Yin God so easy to enter? Come and leave whenever you want just go."

Daotong said respectfully, "Master Dao, why don't you take action yourself and drive them out."

Lord Yinshan's face remained unchanged, "That old thing has always protected his weaknesses. If I make a move, he will not be clean for a few years."

Daotong didn't dare to speak again, just bowed his head in silence.

Mr. Yin Shan seemed to have remembered something, and said, "Send a message to Mr. Taishu immediately. If he still doesn't make a move, I will teach this ignorant brat a lesson for him."

Daotong was taken aback, he didn't expect Lord Yinshan's attitude to change so quickly.

Jian Xin pierced through the sky, like a star piercing through the clouds.

Mr. Yin Shan stepped down from his seat and walked towards the cold prison under the sea.

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 was the frost that hadn't melted for thousands of years. He stretched out his hand, lifted the white veil covering his face, and walked towards the man with black hair and long sleeves, who was 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, and the man was lying on his side on the couch, with cloud sleeves hanging down from the edge of the couch, winding on the ground like 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.

The man seemed to be resting, his slender green fingers were hanging limply on the edge of the couch, and he only moved slightly when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

Duan Yunshan walked to the edge of the couch and stepped down, looked at him sideways, stretched out his hand uncontrollably to caress his cheek, "Wei Yan." He called out in a low voice.

Xie Weiyan didn't move.

Duan Yunshan held his hand hanging on the edge of the couch, "Wei Yan, please take care of me."

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_The unit story is not a one-man show of the protagonist. This story has more Shura scenes.

As for first blood, you can give it to whoever you like.

Two more at five in the afternoon.