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Jian Yuanhua was still looking at the small fan with interest, but suddenly seeing the light flickering in the other party's eyes, he raised his hand and pulled the other party's hand holding the puppet to play with it gently.

After thinking about it, he picked up the puppet in the other hand that was carved in his own image, and put it together with the small fan.

Looking at the past, they are in pairs, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

After doing all this, he turned his attention to the other party, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm still here."

Huafan was not happy when he heard this.

On the contrary, I am even more worried, falling into the hands of this devil, even if I go out, it will be dark!

He even said 'I'm here', this guy has become a fairy, and he made some unknown deals with the city lord, so of course there is nothing to worry about!There is nothing comparable to his remnant soul!

Although it is true that he has been honored by the other party, this honor has to be exchanged at a price.

Now I don't know what kind of price it will be. Looking at it now, maybe... I think his old friend is more interesting?

So, dragging him around for fun?

It's really the style of a devil.

Thinking of this, he raised his head to meet the other party's smiling gaze, his eyes were full of resentment.

Jian Yuanhua didn't know that his little fan was trying to figure out his thoughts without authorization, let alone guessing nine out of ten.

He just felt that the other party's expression was very funny now, which made him always want to do something, such as wring off the not-so-thick little wrist or something.

Of course, the bloodthirsty that had been hidden under the skin for tens of thousands of years has long been covered up and disappeared, and the mask of Xianjun can no longer be removed. If it is not necessary, these ideas will not be implemented.

Smiling and sighing in my heart, the little fan is really lucky.

He pinched the back of the opponent's hand vigorously, and when the red marks appeared, he said, "Do you believe me?"

"No."

Hua Fan answered blankly, and immediately turned his face to the other side to look at the vast Dead River after speaking, and didn't want to talk to Jian Yuanhua anymore.

Don't think he doesn't know, this demon clearly wants to wring his hand off!Although he didn't show the slightest bit, he just knew it!

Li Muge really couldn't see these two big men groping in front of her and Ah Rou all day long.

Since today I can no longer see anyone, I finally couldn't help it anymore, and said like a reminder: "You two have such a good relationship."

The deep meaning hidden in the words is that it is shameless for the public.

"Of course, I've read the little fan for tens of thousands of years." Jian Yuanhua replied without changing his expression.

But after the words fell, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he had really read each other for tens of thousands of years.

Perhaps it was because he really had such a thought, maybe it was in the time when he was never seen again that he gradually faded away all this.

The past has passed too long, and he has long forgotten some things and thoughts.

After a moment of trance, he also put the slightest trace of something wrong behind him. Now that he has found it now, what is the use of having more memories?It will only shake the Dao heart.

Putting all these aside, Jian Yuanhua is the righteous immortal who seemed to be sentient but actually ruthless in the past.

Li Muge glanced at Jian Yuanhua, he didn't want to hear too many love words from this fairy who would come from time to time, so he also wanted to send him away quickly.

These few days are really annoying her to death, if there is no suitable way, she would not want to keep these two people long ago.

Thinking of this, he looked at the junction of the Dead River and the sky, and said with a blank expression: "Well, it's getting late, you guys go out quickly, we won't give it away. The puppet can be used for three years, and the time limit is one But I have to come back here, otherwise the painting fan will be completely shattered beyond the nine heavens."

Nine days away, that is the place of the ancestors of the ancestors.

Even the Dao of Heaven cannot get involved in it.

After the soul is broken, I am afraid that I will be mixed with those survivors of the ancestors, and I will never have an independent mind.

Hearing this, Jian Yuanhua straightened his expression.

As a fairy, he knows many unspeakable things, and there is such an unspeakable place nine days away.

Where is not a good place, such a broken soul is much more serious than a broken soul.

Gently pinching the paw on his hand to comfort the small fan, he said solemnly: "I will be back in at most two years, and I will return to the upper realm in the future, and the city lord will have to make it convenient for me at that time."

In fact, Huafan wasn't too nervous.

He didn't know the meaning of Beyond Nine Heavens at all, and he didn't know what the ancestors of the ancestors were.

He thought it was just a punishment like soul flying away, but when he knew that he was going to follow Jian Yuanhua's birthplace, he was also ready for soul flying away.

After all, the law of the land of life can warn him at all times, so that he must not cross the river of death for half a step.

Even if the legendary city lord of the dead city told him that he could go out, the worries in his heart were still unsteady.

"Yes." After Li Muge answered, he raised his hand and waved a looming black bridge over the River of Death.

Jian Yuanhua nodded slightly, and took the painting fan and walked up step by step.

After the two of them passed the black bridge under their feet, the road behind them also disappeared step by step, dissipating in the air and turning into water mist.

At the beginning, I was very nervous about painting fans.

For the first time, the hand holding the demon was unwilling to let go.

If you can linger on your last breath and continue to live, who would want to lose your soul?

After walking for a long time, he relaxed a little, and he still looked around at the vast river of death.

Jian Yuanhua, who was holding the painting fan, also looked at the small fan indulgently.

That demeanor is like walking in the back garden of his fairy palace, accompanied by his Taoist companion, admiring flowers and grass or... water.

Soon.

The two also touched a barrier.

It is full of the will of law.

Hua Fan didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to be afraid.

Just like that, being led by Jian Yuanhua and walking past, in the blink of an eye, there was a vast and endless quiet void.

Of course, there are also storms and thunderstorms.

At this time, the puppet in their hands had disappeared.

It can be clearly felt that it seems to be wearing a layer of light clothing.

The clothes are the puppets you just held.

"Is this... void?"

The painting fan was so excited that his voice trembled.

Can't believe it, he walked out so easily?

Without tens of thousands of people fighting each other, and without collecting all the materials to cross the river, did they leave the land of life smoothly?

"Yes." Feeling the joy of the little fan, Jian Yuanhua was also a little happy, and after waving the thunder and lightning aside, he squinted his eyes and said: "Let's go to Chuhong Great World, where is a good place?" .”

Upon hearing this, Hua Fan didn't say much.

He went wherever he went, and he had to follow Jian Yuanhua, it made no difference to him.

Selfishly, he doesn't really want to go back to the big world he used to be in.

And he also knew that the devil was probably going to Chuhong Great World to do something, but he didn't know who he was going to harm.

Mo Youning and Gu Yifei in Hesheng Secret Realm will not receive much news about what happened in the void.

Of course, they would not know that a certain big trouble was slowly moving in their direction.

At this time, Gu Yifei was looking at the old man in front of him with a white beard and silver hair with folds on his face like a chrysanthemum, waiting for Mo Youning to introduce him.

For some reason, it seems that I have seen this appearance somewhere in my memory.

In the world of comprehension, there are many handsome men and beautiful women, no matter how bad they are, they are all handsome middle-aged people. Of course, they all prefer monks who dress up as old people, but they don't have too many wrinkles.After all, only when one's cultivation level cannot be broken through and one's lifespan is approaching will one appear old.

So this appearance, once seen, will definitely leave a deep impression.Just like now, he also vaguely has such an impression.

"This is Fellow Daoist Lin from the Sanxiu League."

As soon as the sweetheart's voice fell, Gu Yifei thought hard.

Loose Xiumeng?There are a lot of monks inside, but there are not many high-ranking monks.But Mo Youning, who is in the Mahayana stage, can be called a fellow Taoist, and his cultivation base is also in the Mahayana stage.

And if you come here at this time, it must be for the purpose of tinkering with the fairy fruit.

Forest……

After thinking about it, he really remembered such a person.

It was a 'cherishing spiritual plant' who obtained the inheritance of a planting spiritual plant in ancient times and then taught himself the great power of medical practice.

As for why they recognize each other, it has to be talked about when they learned the art of alchemy with old man Dan when they were young.

Old man Dan spoke highly of this great ability, and when he mentioned it, his tone was like that of an old friend.

But in fact, old man Dan and the other party have a sworn hatred.

Anyone who loves each other and waters the water every day and often loosens the local treasures is stolen by the same person, and there will be a mortal hatred.

And old man Dan is the one who stole the treasure, and Lin Daneng is the poor monk who worked so hard to plant the treasure and grow up to protect him.

Think of this.

Gu Yifei fell silent.

Without squinting, try to lower your own existence.

You can't let the other party know that he is the suzerain of the Wanmo sect, otherwise what will you do if you come to seek revenge.

Although the old man Dao Dan, the foreign capital, has long since fallen, but... the matter of the semi-immortal weapon before seems to have revealed the existence of the elders in the back mountain.

"This is the suzerain of the Wanmo sect, right? I'm an old acquaintance with Lu Peckdan, the elder of your sect, and I will definitely come to visit someday."

Lin Neng stroked his beard, and after being polite with Mo Youning, he turned his gaze to Gu Yifei.

……

Gu Yifei wanted to say no.

I want to tell the person in front of me loudly that he doesn't know Elder Dan at all.

But he couldn't, he could only say vaguely: "Elder Dan is no longer in this cultivation world."

Yes, people are no longer in the world of self-cultivation, and their hearts are not in the world of self-cultivation.

After all, both people and hearts are honestly and peacefully staying in the one-acre three-point land of the Wanmo Sect.

"Actually, as long as you tell him what you are going to do now, he will definitely jump into this Hesheng Secret Realm even if he is in the ground. And I also think that I am not as talented as him."

Lin Neng narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled broadly, and opened his mouth kindly.

In the past, the Wanmo sect was powerful, so he couldn't go inside and arrest Lu Peckdan by force.In recent years, there has been little news about the Wan Mo Sect, and it has been rumored that all the elders are dead, so much so that he has forgotten about it.

Times have changed, if he hadn't heard some rumors about Mo Youning and Wan Mo Sect's suzerain outside this time, he would have almost forgotten that he still has some accounts to settle.

And this time, isn't it to find out how to use the fairy fruit in order to have an heir?

I think Nalu Peckdan must have an idea about this.

When the time comes, you will have to settle your accounts.So, let that guy grow those treasures with his own hands?Or grow those babies back?