The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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The northernmost part of the East Coast is a vast expanse of ice.

The cold temperatures of ice and snow and ice dripping all the year round are enough to kill all the weak life, leaving only the beasts with thick skin and killing.

In the overwhelming snow curtain, the black afterimages are particularly conspicuous. One person is running at a speed. In the twinkling of an eye, climb the peaks of the clouds and pass through countless palace walls and pavilions to the highest temple.

In this way, Wanxu Xuefeng can also be as a realm in the flat, and can only stand outside the hall, waiting for the layers to pass.

Finally, the temple door opened. The lanterns Huaguang slammed out, accompanied by warm and intoxicating smoke and silk bamboo, and came into the temple.

The temple door was closed behind him, and the sky was changed for the spring of March.

At the end of the magnificent hall, the overlapping crepe bills reflect a woman’s figure, leaning against the golden couch.

Even if you can't see the face through the gauze, everyone who sees this scene will have an inexplicable intuition that she is a peerless beauty.

The person in the account did not move, and the person who did not dare to look up, but could feel a sharp gaze on him, as if he had to split the skin bones at any time.

He settled his mind and bowed down.

"The palace owner, someone saw him on the edge of the West Coast."

For a long while, until the squatting man chilled down, a hand was extended in the gauze.

Slim and feminine, like a orchid to be placed.

For a time, it seems that the incense in the temple is a bit sullen.

The hand was placed, the silk bamboo and the song and dance were silent. The musician Shi Ji retired silently.

The squatting man picked up a clear bead. "We placed the spy in Bi Palace, carrying a shadow bead with you, and the last image that came back before death was Jun."

The hand was far away, and the beads stopped at her fingertips.

She played with the pearl and got up from the account. Soft and boneless, caged with a light and transparent jade gauze.

She stood barefoot on the glazed bricks.

The bricks reflect her dusty eyebrows.

The reliefs and pearls on the golden plaque, the palace lanterns and the enamel on the painted beams, all faded together.

Yu Zhan suddenly felt a little boring because she was so beautiful, but no one dared to look at her here.

She felt a little bit when Juggernaut stepped into the wasteland. But the saint is on the top, no matter what she wants to do, she can't stop or even ask.

Now that the saint is gone, Yu Shi has been seriously injured. She wants to go out of the East, who can stop her?

The Northern Emperor’s limit is approaching, and the university’s husband is also old.

The woman looked at the beads and laughed, such as the March spring breeze blowing thousands of miles of river embankment willow.

Her voice is also like being drunk in the spring breeze. "Go, go see the king."

"The palace master starts -"

"The palace master starts -"

The sound of the repeated announcements spread from the countless palaces to the silent snow peaks. From the bright yellow glazed tiles to the cliff-side pines, the snow on them was shaken off.

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The night is dark, and the cold moon breaks out.

Yin Yin sat on a big tree, wrapped in a black cloak, covered with a dense and huge canopy, and the body shape was invisible.

No one of the hunters will easily provoke him, compared to the appearance of the sheep to be slaughtered in the East.

He looked far and wide and could see the borders of the wasteland. After calculating the itinerary, you can get out of here tomorrow and arrive at the nearest village.

In the cold and bright moonlight, he took out the book in his arms. It was the "Xie charm fairy long cold and pretty" that Mr. Zhang Yuan sent him.

Yin Yiyue thought that this was a storybook. It was not until three days ago that he began to read the first book, only to find that it was a few notes.

It’s still a fairy tale.

There is no inheritance, no swords and swords, only daily life and cultivation, and even trivial. If it is not the age and the big event, the handwriting is the same as that of the Xueguan sword of the school library, and it is hard to see that this is the life of a true fairy.

Yin Yi was initially unbelievable, comparing the details with the historical books he had read, and found that these notes were more logical. Some doubts about the ‘All Saints’ ‘Druid War’ have also been reasonably explained.

He has never been so close to the truth of history, but the more he looks, the more he is shocked, because the tone of the narration is like a passer.

"Mo Changyuan two hundred and five, the view is not reliable. Tomorrow is going to fight, the people are scattered, the team is not good..."

Who can think of it, before the earth-shattering war of the demon, Yi Lingying will write such words.

Later, the notes became more and more scribbled, indicating that the recorder was uneasy.

"I saw Mo Changyuan today. He changed. Compared with childhood, I can't recognize him..."

"He can't go back, I killed him. I don't want this."

"I haven't lived in this life, it's too bad."

Yin Yue is more than a book, and endless fascination comes up.

The notes are abbreviated, but they are inexplicably very visual. Yin Yue even couldn't help but think that if he was interested in Ling Xiao, he would write something to stay and write it.

It will also be a boring and boring name for the sinister charm.

But if Ruyi is really a passer, what kind of world is this?

How to think of Yi Ling is like the protagonist in the x point text.

Yin Yue slowly shook his head and felt that the world could not be treated with common sense.

At first he felt that his brother was the protagonist. As a result, he jumped off the cliff and there was a scam for his predecessors. The brothers' Garan shackles changed and became the configuration of the villain.

Later, he met the first master of the world, and felt that such a brilliant life winner should always be the protagonist. As a result, Master only entered the sword and did not know when he could return.

He took the book into his arms. Through the heavy shadows, I watched the bright moon above nine days.

Suddenly remembered that the brothers are at the end of the world, looking up is also the same moon.

There is a saying called something, ‘the end of the world at this time’. When Yin Yin thought of it, he calmed down.

Going here to practice is more real and more a sense of belonging than the long life in the past. It is no longer important to have a script in the world. Even with a halo of 'anti-figures and evil spirits', I don't want to be a villain any more.

He only wants to work hard to practice the sword, strive to become stronger, and want to live well. I want to live up to Master’s trust and change the stars and fate.

Yin Yin smiled more and turned his head and sighed.

All the way to killing life, not only his awareness of fighting, but also five senses and judgment.

It was a team of people who ran across the wilderness, and there was a big man in the middle of the team.

The four great-powered strongmen carried the shackles and shrank the ground into inches. Although the speed was fast, they were stable and not moving.

They came from the north and chilled with the cold on the ice sheet. The eternal silence of the wilderness in the night.

Yin Yin guessed the identity of these people, and clearly knew that he could not win any one of them, let alone the shadow of the account.

Looking north, he faintly saw the snow peak between the clouds, isolated and unattainable.

The Golden Palace, the largest in the zodiac, is above, inheriting the foundation before the division of the Magic Palace.

Tongtian Xuefeng should have been as cold as a grave.

But in fact, in the past millennium, no one did not know the extravagance and prosperity of the place.

The saying that ‘the Golden Palace can satisfy everyone’s illusions about the wonderland’ is just enough to make people think.

The royal family of Hokuriku certainly sings and sings, but the people of the Northern Emperor are also rich and happy. The entire imperial city, from the palace palace to the ordinary street, is a splendid grand scene. Zhumen wine is often smelly, but the frozen bones on the roadside are hard to see.

Donglu is another extreme, there is a fairyland on the snowy peak, and there is purgatory on the wasteland.

There is extreme deprivation and extreme luxury. Some people plunder for a living, and they are precarious. Some people enjoy themselves and drink songs.

Because the palace owner on the throne is extravagant, so the ice and snow, there are also ten feet soft red.

Yin Yi never thought that he would meet the palace master so soon.

Even though there are more than ten miles of wilderness, you can only see a figure faintly through the night sky and the accounts on the big raft, and you will feel beautiful and extremely dangerous.

He knows that the strong people in such a realm are close to each other, and the grass and trees on the wilderness are not so good, and it doesn't make sense to do anything or not.

So at this moment he just gathered, watching the team disappeared in the wilderness border. Fortunately they are on the road.

The right hand unconsciously holds the hilt.

He thought that his progress has been very fast, only to find that he has to face the world's few peerless powers, or as low as the ants and grasses.

Still not strong enough.

Yihu sword whispers in the night wind, it seems unwilling, but also echoes the owner's mind.

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If the magic is to come from the East, it is necessary to cross the sea. Nowadays, merchant ships that have traveled to and from Donglu have already received news from Mount Yashan, and they have stopped all operations. The inspections that have not been used for many years are restarted. No matter where the ship comes from, they must be checked when they enter Hong Kong. After a test of the magical interest.

Luo Mingchuan worried that the formation would be in disrepair for a long time. After coming to Da Nang, he deliberately tried to strengthen it. He did not leave.

Because the magic repairs entered the Westland, the port of the past was deserted, and several large ships and lighthouses not standing far away were silent in the sea breeze.

At the end of the horizon, the thin lines of the sea and the sky meet, and several white seabirds hover low.

Suddenly black breaks the silence of blue and white, breaking the waves and breaking the waves, and the speed is incredible. In the twinkling of an eye, it was close to the coast for more than ten feet, and it was close to see the figure standing on the bow.

The disciples on the shore are in great awkwardness, and such a small ship can also cross the ocean and the strong will control.

"Not good! It is the boat from the east! Tell Luo brother!"

"who?!"

The ship is still far from the port, and the people at the bow jumped up, volleyed and swayed, and the figure was almost faltering.

The whole person was covered in a black cloak, revealing only the thin and pale jaw. Although there is no magic, but the blood of the body can kill the essence, it can almost become a substance, and the forced people can't breathe.

Five or six disciples want to pull the sword, but find that under such a power, even the fingers can not hold the hilt.

The next moment, the white sleeves between the sea and the sky flew, and they suddenly let go of their hearts, and they were happy.

"Luo brother is here!"

The visitor has arrived on the shore and stopped in front of Luo Mingchuan. The sea surface suddenly calmed down, as if the invisible blood and suffocation were scattered.

Luo Mingchuan smiled softly.

The hood of the cloak was uncovered, the sea breeze roared, and the black hair was intertwined with the white hair.