When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

Lin Zhou is a strong character, he would rather die than surrender if he sticks his neck.

But in order to end this karma, Venerable Qian'an slapped Liu Shengsheng's cultivation base in front of him, fell directly from the early stage of transformation to Yuanying, and was sealed off his spiritual power and soul, and knelt at the door of the flame cave.

"Since that's the case, I have no grievances with the Venerable." Liu Shengsheng waved his hand, wanting to send all these evil gods away.

Su Wenqing took Lang Yue back, and said softly, "Then we will take our leave too."

He was really powerless to be called by the little girl's "father and mother".

"Where do you live?" Liu Shengsheng's voice is light and light, especially like those chirping sparrows in the valley, full of vitality. Compared with Lin Shiran, she is more like a pure-hearted female nun who was taught on the right path .

"This is for you." Emperor Wangyuan casually folded a golden paper crane, dragged its beautiful tail feathers and flew to Liu Shengsheng's palm, and then blended into it, "If everything is done and you want to come for a stroll, I will give you this thing lead the way."

"Thank you..." Liu Shengsheng didn't finish his sentence, and asked Qing Xianjun to take a look, she suddenly fell silent and coughed twice: "Immortal, go slowly."

Seeing Lin Zhou in such a miserable state, Liu Shengsheng was very happy. She could recuperate in the mansion while watching Lin Zhou suffer so much, it was comfortable!

The witch hummed an unknown song, and after Su Wenqing and Su Wenqing left, she also turned around and entered the mansion, and set up a barrier, without even looking at Song Yu from the beginning to the end.

"Let's go." Venerable Qian'an's whisk drifted past his eyes, and there was a scent of tranquility in the air, but Song Yu's heart was churning, and this idea of ​​soothing him couldn't calm down at all.

"Brother..." Lin Shiran stepped forward with red eyes.

But as soon as she moved, Song Yu gave her a cold look, and Lin Shiran was immediately held by the neck, unable to utter a word.

As soon as Su Wenqing landed, he saw Su He sitting in front of the stone table, playing chess with himself. They played for several days, but it was only two days for Su He.

"Where's Feng Qing?" Su Wenqing stepped forward and asked.

"Practice sword with Zhaoqin in the back mountain." Su He looked gentle, and raised his hand to signal Su Wenqing to sit opposite. Su Wenqing took Heizi and started playing chess with Su He.

As I said before, Liu Juyuan is a stinky chess player. After looking at it for a while, I wanted to point out a few words, but later found that he didn't even know why the two masters left like this.

"Are you happy on this trip?" Su He said casually.

"Happy." It was Emperor Wang Yuan who answered the words: "I also met a girl on the way."

Su He raised his head and took a deep breath when he saw Su Wenqing drop his hand. He didn't think it was appropriate to ask any more, so he didn't say anything.

"Don't the Immortal Venerable want to know who it is?" Emperor Wang Yuan asked.

Su He: "Not interested."

"..."

The hot spring pool on Qilu Mountain is the only place where everyone has reached a tacit agreement and never set foot in it.

Liu Wangyuan approached from behind, Su Wenqing's hair was like a fine black satin, quietly floating in the water, only when the emperor moved vigorously, would he shake it slightly with his master's impatience.

"Emperor..." Su Wenqing turned his head.

Liu Juyuan took advantage of the opportunity to kiss him: "What's wrong?"

"tired."

"Otherwise I..." Emperor Wang Yuan originally wanted to say that I would make some medicine for you, and my physical fitness is too poor, so I completely forgot that I have been tossing around for more than ten hours, it is shameless.Fortunately, with the desire to survive, the words came to his mouth and felt that something was wrong. After swallowing, he grabbed the robe on the side, wrapped Su Wenqing whole, and went ashore amidst the sound of dripping water.

Su Wenqing was really tired. He was so tired that he never had dreams, but today he unexpectedly dreamed of some strange scenes.

In front of him was a holy and solemn hall. He walked out step by step in a white robe that hit the ground, and stood on top of the clouds. The stars twinkled in the sky. It felt like he could take it off with just raising his hand. It was the first time I saw him, Su Wen. Qing felt that this should be the case in his dream, as if he had indeed had such a day, his state of mind was not as rich as it is now, but a vast expanse of dark blue, in which emotions fell without any movement, he Standing quietly alone, for thousands of years.

The innate spiritual root was favored by heaven, and he was born as a god on this continent.

However, in order to prevent those with innate spiritual roots from being willing to degenerate, the first generation of gods completely ascended and left this continent. Before leaving this continent, a decree was issued: those who are tired and despicable, their innate spiritual roots will also be expelled; boundary.

Therefore, human cultivators, ghost cultivators, and demon cultivators appear one after another.

It was okay at this time, but soon someone discovered the secret that the innate spiritual root was a fetish from skin to bone.

When greed breeds and ferments wantonly, it is only a matter of time before the nature is wiped out.

The scene in front of him changed from night to day. Across a sea of ​​clouds, all kinds of monks were mixed together, looking vigilant and serious, as if they were about to do something.

The way these people stand, from front to back, is based on their cultivation and status. The front row is mostly elderly. Su Wen glanced at it and found it very familiar, but he couldn't tell why. Yes, his eyes fell on an extremely handsome young face.

He is really too young, too young to appear among a group of old rough skins.

Su Wenqing's heart throbbed inexplicably, but he seemed to have been forcibly sealed in his memory. This face was so kind. He stared at the other person for a long time, and that person also felt a little bit of a calm look at Su Wenqing. Come on with a smile.

"Xianzun, I know I'm pretty, don't look at me, I'm even embarrassed."

Su Wenqing blushed quickly.

Then, with that face close at hand, Su Wenqing was hugged by the other party's waist, and his deep voice rang in his ears, only the two of them could hear: "Xianzun, I want...to fuck you."

This is no longer as simple as being bold.

Shame, indignation and disbelief flooded his chest, Su Wenqing had never been offended by anyone before, and he slapped him hard!

"Snapped!"

In the Qilu Mountain mansion, Liu Juyuan stared wide-eyed, then covered his face belatedly, it was even more unbelievable, okay, why did he hit him...

Su Wenqing opened his eyes, and what he saw was Emperor Zun holding his cheek, doubting life.

"Why don't you sleep?" Su Wen asked hoarsely.

"Sleep, you woke me up."

Su Wenqing: "..."

"Tell me." Emperor Wang Yuan picked up Wen Qing and let him lean into his arms: "What did you dream about?"

Su Wenqing frowned, those pictures were blocked by something, he couldn't tell the difference, tried several times to no avail, so he simply gave up: "Forgot."

"It should be me." Emperor Zun was very narcissistic, "But what did I do? Let you do it in your dreams?"

"It should be a hooligan."

Emperor Wang Yuan: "..."

Waking up in the morning, as soon as Su Wenqing went out, he saw Feng Qing dragging Zhao Qin passing by. Can fall to the ground.

"Practice sword?" Su Wenqing asked.

"Xianjun." Feng Qing nodded in greeting, then looked down at Zhao Qin: "Well, I'm teaching him swordsmanship."

Emperor Wang Yuan appeared behind him: "Oh, can I learn it like this?"

Upon hearing Emperor Wang Yuan's voice, Zhao Qin winked and sent out a distress signal.

Emperor Wang Yuan liked this child very much, and couldn't help but help him: "Hey, I just came back, and I want to test how the alchemy technique I taught Zhao Qin last time, why don't you give it to me today?"

"No." Feng Qing had discovered their little Jiujiu a long time ago: "Why don't Emperor Zun go tell Su He?"

Emperor Wang Yuan waved his hands at the two in front of him: "Goodbye."

Zhao Qin: "?"

Su Wenqing smiled slightly, then raised his head, and found that the clouds and mists on the top of Qilu Mountain were enveloping the surrounding area.

"Emperor..."

"It doesn't matter." Emperor Wang Yuan led Su Wenqing to eat grilled fish under the shade of a tree: "If you have the ability, come down and challenge me yourself."

It took a long time for the Wulin immortals to find their traces, and then the worst happened. Not only did Emperor Yuan wake up, but he was about to return to his peak.

Thinking of that battle back then, Wulin Immortal's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and the sun and moon paled with blood rushing. From a young disciple to today's Immortal, there has been no war worthy of his attention in ten thousand years. The most recent one is Last time Emperor Yuan ascended again.

When San Jinzun said it was Emperor Yuan, he didn't believe it until he personally felt the domineering and powerful fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Immortal, do you want to do it?" Someone said behind the Wulin Immortal, and when he looked closely, there were three people. When the clouds and mist cleared up, they looked exactly the same as the San Jinzun from last time!

Even if you let the demons come, you can't give birth to six that are so similar. The corners of their eyes and brows are like replicas, and even the arcs of the corners of their eyes are the same. This is not right.

Rather than saying that they are the three brothers, it is better to say that they were "printed" by the Wulin Immortal through some unknown means.

"Do it?" Wulin Immortal snorted coldly: "Going up is not enough for Emperor Yuan to warm up." He stared at the corner of Qilu Mountain with serious eyes, "Let's go, go to Zouwu Mountain to invite someone."

As soon as they heard "Zou Wushan", the expressions of the three Jin Zun all changed.

The Wulin Immortal also showed anxiety. Zou Wushan, who has all emotions and desires, has not asked about the outside world for a long time. This kind of situation has happened, and no one wants to go after a long time.

But this time there is no way, Wulin Immortal can't even beat Emperor Wangyuan in the Hedao period, let alone half-step ascending now, and there are a lot of things like divine swords and artifacts.

In the evening, Zhao Qin was sent back after being disabled from training.

Seeing the child dying.

Su He looked amused, but couldn't bear it, "Shall we go to make alchemy with Emperor Zun tomorrow?" After speaking, he glanced at Feng Qing.

Feng Qing sat down, took a sip of tea, and then nodded: "Okay."

Zhao Qin almost cried out.

"Passing by today, the door of Xianzun's room was wide open, and I saw the red silk on the bed." Su Wenqing said suddenly, with a rare playful smile in his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

Su He said "Huh?" Su Wenqing caught him unprepared and was at a loss for a while.

"I want to learn mortal etiquette." Feng Qing continued.

Emperor Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Marry home?"

"Yes." Feng Qing emphasized: "Knock the heaven and the earth three times, and report to the old moon."

"Okay." Qilu Mountain hadn't been busy for a long time, and Emperor Zun was quite happy to arrange it: "When the time comes, please come back and drink with Wang Wang."

Zhao Qin, who had been pretending to be dead, couldn't help it anymore: "Woo..."

Emperor Zun laughed out loud.