Prosperous Beauty System

The standby disciple who was sent from Beijiang's family to the Taixu Spiritual Realm encountered the Demon Cultivator from the Heavenly Cang Demon Land in the vast sea.

But in a short time, the news flew into the ears of monks from various sects like wings, causing an uproar from all walks of life.

In a place as impenetrable as the Taixu Spiritual Realm, there are demon cultivators who dare to make trouble?

……

Taishu Huanfu, Fushan cliff.

The Linglong Bridge under the Linglong Tower is crumbling with iron chains and ropes, and it is a hundred meters away from the Linglong Tower.

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

The golden boy and jade girl carried a lantern and walked towards Linglong Pagoda to welcome Luyan.

The sky was still dark at this time, and the afterglow of the setting sun in the clouds was as thick as a spring glow, and the green pines and cypresses on the cliff poked their heads out of the thick fog, revealing a little silver-blue broken light.

Under the Linglong Bridge, the river was rushing, and the sound of the water flow was like thunder, falling on the side of the ear, which made the eardrum ache.

Lu Yan stopped, his eyes passed through the criss-crossing ropes and iron chains under his feet, and fell on the raging and roaring river.

"True monarch?"

Tens of meters away, in the mist, the flames of Linglong Pagoda dimmed.Seeing Lu Yan stop, the golden boy and jade girl couldn't help but turn around and ask.

Lu Yan's gaze fell from the moss on the rocks to the mountains floating in the air, "It is rumored that there are 280 and three jade floating mountains in Taishu Huanfu."

Even though jade is not as precious as Lingshi, it is a rare thing after all, and only Taishu Huanfu can pile jade into floating mountains for viewing and entertainment.

Jintong raised the lantern and illuminated the unabated candlelight to see the Fushan Mountain ten meters away more and more clearly.

"This is the fun of the Fujun." Jintong covered his sleeves and smiled, his eyebrows looked like distant mountains, "Every year, the world pays tribute to the mansion with a lot of jade, which has already piled up all over the mountains. After taking office, the Fujun really had a headache for a long time. Miss Yanran's idea..."

The jade girl covered her sleeves and coughed lightly, and the golden boy seemed to be strangled by the throat, and fell silent.

Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged, his black hair and dark eyebrows, his long and wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The golden boy and jade girl didn't dare to speak again, so she quickly raised the lantern and greeted Lu Yan to the Linglong Pagoda.

As mentioned earlier, this is the moment when the sky is dark, day and night are intertwined, the sun sets on the west mountain, and the only light in the clouds is also swallowed by dark clouds.

On the Linglong Pagoda, tens of thousands of lights hang from the corner of the curled eaves, and many gilt bronze bells hang from the four-leaf windows.

When the evening wind blows, the bronze bells jingle.

The sound was like jade and stone hitting each other, covering the thunderous sound of water under the bridge.

Lu Yan walked behind the golden boy and jade girl, looked up, and everywhere he looked, there were brilliant and fading lights, corrupted and beautiful like a picture scroll fairyland, and the end was exquisite.

"True Monarch, please."

When they arrived at Linglong Pagoda, the golden boy and jade girl did not dare to go any further, so they handed one of the lanterns to Lu Yan, bowed and retreated.

Lu Yan held the lantern and pushed open the heavy palace door.

The candlelight hit his face, he frowned, and then walked up the steps to the top floor step by step.

No. 18-storey tower with eighteen red candles burning inside.

The candlelight flickered, flickering in the corner.

When Luyan reached the top floor, Nalan Liuyue was feeding her flying cranes.

The huge four shutters were open, and the cold wind poured in.

"I'm still wondering when the Void Spiritual Realm will send someone here." Nalan Liuyue who said this was sitting on the window sill, with his long leg propped up and his right hand resting on his chin.

A few snow-white flying cranes flapped their wings and waited for the owner to feed them under the window sill, and they didn't care when they saw the smell of strangers on the site.

Lu Yan put the lantern away and looked at Nalan Liuyue.He came late, and it was already sunset when he left the Taixuling Realm, so he had to visit late at night.

"Where did Xie Weiyan fall from the sea of ​​clouds that day?" Lu Yan frowned.

……

Speaking of Taixu Spiritual Realm, a few monks opened the barrier, and brought the dozen or so reserve disciples sent by Li Beijiang's family back to the Taoist sect. Just as they were about to resettle them, they saw a sword letter coming through the air and landed firmly on the ground. Above the Luoyue Hall.

The sword letter was surrounded by spiritual energy, and there was a faint force. The male cultivators did not dare to neglect, and after calming down a dozen children, they quickly opened the letter letter.

"Quickly return to Xianyou Palace."

Several male cultivators only felt pain in their eardrums, and the majestic female voice was as ethereal as a cold mist, which made people tremble with fear.

"It's Grand Master Qing Suo." Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

"...Isn't Xianyou Palace the residence of Daozong?"

"Could it be that Daozong is about to leave the customs?"

Several monks looked at each other in dismay, and said, "Regardless of whether the Taoist sect can leave the customs, since the master and uncle summoned us, there is no reason for us not to go."

Xianyou Palace and Taiwei Daojun's Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace are far away from each other. Both palaces are solemn and solemn.

Several starbursts broke through the clouds and landed on the corridor outside the main hall of Xianyou Palace.The verandah is exquisitely carved, and the flowers, plants, insects and fish are lifelike. Several monks stared at it, and suddenly felt dizzy.

At this moment, there are already a lot of monks standing in the main hall, all of them are cold-colored Taoist robes with embossed patterns and crowns, and their expressions are as cold as snow. Just looking at the figure as cold as pine and bamboo, one can't help but praise the beautiful scenery, it is indescribable .

In addition to the disciples of the outer sect, more than 100 monks from the Taoist sect have all arrived, and they are just waiting for the time to welcome the Taoist Qingliu Yuanjun who has not been seen in 96 years.

After a cup of tea, dark clouds surged outside the hall, and lightning as thick as ropes shuttled through the clouds, bringing out crackling lightning.

The thunder was so loud that it almost shattered the eardrums.

Qing Suo flung his sleeves out of the hall and looked towards the sky, only to see the golden light amidst the dark clouds and thunder and lightning, the sky was gloomy and terrifying, it seemed that a heavy rain was coming.

"Daozong is out."

"... Daozong really left the customs?"

All the monks in the hall were startled. They were half-believing when Qing Suo sent out the sword letter about Daozong's departure from customs. However, at this moment, the dark clouds gathered and the golden light descended, which was undoubtedly the thunder of Qingliu Yuanjun.

In Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, which is far away from Xianyou Palace, Jiang Lin sat cross-legged on a cloud couch. His brows were cold, and his handsome face was like frost. Hearing the rumble of thunder outside the palace, He slowly opened his eyes.

And in the spiritual world thousands of meters away, in the white snow, the handsome man who was holding Xie Weiyan and walking towards Jinghu paused, and suddenly became silent.

There are only snow mountains and mirror lakes in the spiritual realm, other than that, there is no trace of life.

No one knew what Jiang Lin wanted to do with Xie Weiyan in his arms, but after Jiang Lin left, Xie Weiyan, who had been in a coma, woke up.

Xie Weiyan opened his eyes, his lungs ached like being torn apart, but it was not the cold mist of Shiwanfushan that came into his eyes.

This is where?

The author has something to say: I just want to give it a shot, why is it so difficult?

I can't control my hands.

There are two shifts in the evening, around 10:30 without incident.

I must write down the first blood!