I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

He widened his eyes slightly, too surprised to speak.

The red thread is a fateful marriage in ancient legends, which was only passed down a long time ago, too long to be tested.Since the prehistoric era ended and the human race found a new path of cultivation, no one believes in marriages guided by gods anymore.

At that time, the human race worshiped the natural gods, ranging from weddings and funerals to sacrificial wars, and each tribe would send great witches and priests to report to heaven.

Only after receiving the revelation of the gods will he take action.

What seems to be a simple red thread is actually a medium through which the natural gods use great supernatural powers to tie the fate of the two together.

Everyone has his own predestined track, and is drawn by a force in the dark to move towards the established track.

And the red line is to let these fateful forces overlap, blend, and influence each other, so that every decision they make in the future will carry each other's shadow.

People who are involved at both ends of the red line will have a particularly tacit understanding, because the red line is the thread of fate, connecting the more core soul and emotions, these things will reveal clues when fate overlaps.

Taoist couples instinctively feel each other's emotions, and as the relationship gets closer, the feelings conveyed will become stronger and thicker.

Therefore, a Taoist couple bound by a red thread cannot lie or deceive others, otherwise the other half will intuitively sense the emotional fluctuations of the other party.

At the same time, it has a more important role - lovers stress the sharing of adversity that goes hand in hand with life and death, and when the other party encounters a crisis, the person with the disadvantage of the red line will also feel it.

But this is all from ancient times. Does fate still exist today?

Fang Qinghong remained silent.

Liu Menghan looked at the fire with a look of affirmation: "You already have the answer in your heart."

"Why didn't you say that name, are you defending him?" The beauty went a step further, showing an aggressive manner.

It was clearly Zhang's delicate and charming face, with a weak willow Fufeng's face like rain falling on a crabapple, but at this time it showed a firm and unshakable toughness.

It was the first time that Fang Qinghong personally faced the young palace master's unreserved majesty, secretly thought that perhaps this was the real Liu Menghan.

Softness is only a superficial surface.

At this time, she and Fang Qinghong were only an arm's length apart, and the two stood facing each other, with a solemn atmosphere.

Suddenly, Liu Menghan reached out to grab Fang Qinghong's left arm, but the latter dodged vigilantly.

She didn't force her, she turned her eyes to his left hand which was hidden behind her, and said: "Put it out." Seeing that Fang Qinghong remained motionless, she added: "Look at my little finger."

The young man pulled out his hand suspiciously, raised it to his face, and glanced quickly.Then, it froze.

I saw a red thread tied on the little finger that was originally empty.

He immediately lowered his head, looked down along the hanging silk thread, and found that the end was all the way to his feet before disappearing into the dark void, and it was not cut off from it like Liu Menghan.

"Fengwang Fuyao, no, maybe he should be called Fenghuang Fuyao." Liu Menghan called out the truth, and said calmly, "I broke the red thread between you and me, and tied it to his own hands."

Silence spread.

Fang Qinghong squeezed out a sentence: "The red thread can only be given after praying to the gods, our marriage..." He paused, and continued with some difficulty: "Who approved it?"

Faced with his blunt change of subject, Liu Menghan's eyes slightly wavered, and then all of them turned into undercurrents and were suppressed.

She calmly spit out a name: "Queen Mother of the West."

The young man's body shook, and he blurted out, "What's the relationship between you and the Queen Mother of the West?"

After the catastrophe, didn't all the natural gods disappear and no longer respond to the prayers of the tribe?

And for the order of the red line marriage, it is not enough for one person to pray to the gods.God is among the supplicants, pulling the red line according to the mandate of heaven, rather than helping people to twist melons - he has never prayed to the Queen Mother of the West!

"You have made a choice." Liu Menghan didn't answer, but said, "It's between me and him."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped it out!

Fang Qinghong had been on guard for a long time, he tiptoed, and jumped far away sideways.Liu Menghan roared past with boundless vigor in his palm, and directly slapped a mountain not far away.

"Boom boom boom!"

The mountain collapsed, the ten-thousand-year spiritual tree rose up, and the birds and beasts scattered.

Fang Qinghong was startled, this is Kunlun Fairy Mountain!

The firmness of its mountain body ranks among the best even in the Heavenly Paradise of the Five Regions Cave, which shows how powerful its lethality is.

Not seeing each other for 30 years, Liu Menghan's cultivation has become more and more unfathomable.

He conservatively estimated that it was almost the same as before his rebirth, the Mahayana Dzogchen, and he was only a step away from becoming an immortal.

The spell Liu Menghan cast at this time was the famous Five Hues.When it comes to this immortal method, it also has some origins with Buddhism.

In the past, after King Peacock Daming became a Buddha, he went to the Xitian Paradise and created this method.It was originally a peacock who once listened to the holy words under the seat of Sakyamuni. It has been baptized by the Buddha's light all the year round. While enlightening it, it also tempered its body so that all evils do not invade.

Peacock Daming King is a well-known god of war in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, and his method has become a rare technique in Buddhism that masters attacking and killing animals.

The strength and power of the five hues can be seen from Liu Menghan's blow just now.

And Jiamu Lingge is the head of the Ten Heavenly Stems, and the wood type is more psychic, so it is naturally suitable for studying spells. In Liu Menghan's hands, these five colors are like adding wings to a tiger.

Fang Qinghong's path was blocked, his spirit sword was shattered, so he could only fight with bare hands.

Liu Menghan's moves have a large attack range and are full of threats, and there are two big realms between them, and a little bit of rubbing against each other is enough for Fang Qinghong now.

It is also fortunate that he has cultivated the physique of a real dragon in the small world. He is as strong and strong as the little dragon, and he is strong and resistant.Otherwise, the Mahayana energy released by Liu Menghan would have crushed Fang Qinghong into meatloaf long ago.

Palace Master Liu Shaogong is real, and he didn't hold anything back.

Fang Qinghong switched from offense to defense, changed his aggressiveness after coming back, and moved and jumped sensitively in mid-air and on the branches.

The ground was smashed into deep pits, all in the shape of Liu Menghan's palm.

The palm wind followed like a shadow, and when Fang Qinghong avoided the entanglement of the giant tree branches rising from the ground again, Palace Master Liu Shao's hands turned into palms, covering his face from top to bottom.

The previous words back and forth sounded lengthy, but in fact it was only a few breaths.Now that there is such a big battle, it is bound to alarm the people of Kunlun Palace who have already run away.

The sound of the imperial weapon breaking through the sky could already be heard, and the disciples who were closer arrived first. Due to their low strength, they could only form a circle far away from the range of Mahayana coercion.

Fang Qinghong's pupils contracted, and he looked at Liu Menghan from afar.Then from her eyes, she saw the decisive killing intent.

"Is this your choice?" He raised his hands and asked softly.

Liu Menghan is as immobile as a mountain.In the battle just now, she blocked all Fang Qinghong's escape routes.

"You'd better stay today." As soon as the words fell, the giant seal that turned into a fairy mountain fell on the head.

The big mountain formed by five colors hit the ground with a "bang" sound!

In an instant, the river rose against the trend and rushed towards the shore like a tsunami.With the mountain as the center, the strong wind spun rapidly, blowing down a large area of ​​trees.

The disciples in the encirclement circle were blown away without knowing where they went.

"One yard is one yard. It's your business. I'm sorry for you. I didn't fulfill the agreement well."

In the void, the youth's voice suddenly sounded.The melodious and magnetic alto is like a wisp of orchid fragrance, which is sent further afield by the night wind.

"But next time we meet, I will treat you as an enemy."

Ripples rippled in circles, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Liu Menghan's complexion changed slightly, and her sealed hands changed again, and the giant mountain disappeared like a mirage.And in the deep pit that she smashed out, there was nothing left.

Yuan Hong, Yuan Tai and others came late, landed beside the silent Liu Menghan, bowed their heads and saluted: "Young Palace Master."

Liu Menghan said lightly: "Yuan Hong."

Yuan Hong: "Yes!"

Liu Menghan: "Can you see what kind of technique is used?"

Yuan Hong's eyes immediately scanned the riverside and the fallen thousand hectares of woods. He froze slightly at first, and then set off, walking and stopping in various places.

Every place he bent down to check was the place where Fang Qinghong had paused when he was dodging Liu Menghan's attack just now.

Finally, he straightened up, his face full of astonishment: "Here, he..."

"Nine-character mantra."

Liu Menghan said softly: "Using the nine-character mantra combined with the array technique, he took out a wisp of my power every time I attacked him, buried it where he landed, and then transformed my power for his own use in the eye of the array, opening up space The door is far away, right?"

Yuan Hong looked at her face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, hesitated to speak: "Young Palace Master..."

Liu Menghan turned her back and looked down the mountain: "Yuan Hong Yuan Tai obeys orders."

Yuan Hong stopped talking, and bowed with Yuan Tai: "Yes."

"He has a physical problem. Currently he can only cultivate distractedly, so he can't run very far. Send a message to all parties and make sure to capture him alive before leaving our Kunlun territory!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and the transparent spirit beads that trapped a few strands of hair flew into Yuan Hong's hand.

"He has been reborn from decayed wood, and his aura is very different from before. Holding it will help you find this person. Remember, even though he is only distracted now, he should not be underestimated. I have already grown old. Ancestor is out of customs, to act together with you, and go to the cave to wait for orders."

Yuan Hong and Yuan Tai said in unison: "I would like to follow the will of the Young Palace Master."

After everyone dispersed, Liu Menghan flew across the sky and returned to the Golden Palace on the top of the cloud.

The tall and majestic palace door opened with a "squeak" when she approached, and Liu Menghan stepped over the threshold and slowly entered the period.In the middle of the main hall is a throne carved with totems of various ethnic groups.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

As she climbed up the steps, her voice sounded extraordinarily long in the empty hall.

Liu Menghan turned around and sat on the throne that originally belonged to Liu Fengsheng.And her nominal father came into the hall at this time, and saluted her respectfully from the audience.

There was an indifferent arc in Liu Menghan's eyes, the way he looked at Liu Fengsheng was not like looking at his own blood relatives, but like looking at a servant.

The door closed automatically without wind.

Liu Fengsheng finally knelt down, fell on the ground and shouted in fear: "Your Majesty, what you ordered the villain to do has been done."

Liu Menghan said "um" lightly, and tapped the armrest rhythmically with her index finger.

Liu Fengsheng showed anxiety, after waiting for a long time, the person seated still did not speak, so he couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty..."

"The ghost king was born, and its secret treasure is a place that every family must contend for. Even considering my long-term career in Kunlun, I can't let this thing fall into the hands of others. This trip to Lingyun Mountain, I will go there in person."

Liu Menghan's calm tone echoed in the hall.

"Time is fate, he just returned at this time, but it is difficult for everyone to deal with it with all their strength."

She was superior, and she ordered Liu Fengsheng with a more emphatic tone: "You sit and guard Kunlun, and cooperate with Liu Zu to take people down. It is imperative to perform the secret ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven, understand?"

"Understand, understand." Liu Fengsheng repeated.

The beauty on the high seat waved her hand, "Retire."

The person who had been kneeling for a long time was finally able to stand up and quickly exit the hall.

In the hall that became silent again, she sat alone in a daze, and the moonlight streamed in from the door of the hall and sprinkled all over the floor.

The long and narrow light and shadow are stretched and transformed, like a lonely child who can only entertain himself.

She suddenly raised her empty right hand.

After Fang Qinghong said the last sentence, the broken red thread completely disappeared from her little finger.