The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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濂涧 is the name of a large gate, also a place name, which is the easternmost part of the land.

There are plenty of rains all year round, and there are more than a hundred waterfalls in the size of the waterfall. It is not in the mountains.

The splashing water mist blends with the cloud smoke, and the green and red-yellow branches are interlaced. If the disciples are dressed in purple shirts, the mountains will become more colorful.

But today, on the plank road, next to the wooden bridge, and even in the white-walled gray tiled house, there is no figure, and no one can hear it.

The waterfall provoked turbulence and then suffocated. Dead as winter.

The disciples gathered in the Taixu Hall.

The vast and boundless hall of the temple is impenetrable, and the outside of the hall is also filled with black pressure.

In the middle of the main hall, it was tacitly reserved for a large open space.

The beautiful girl with a pale face stood there and confronted more than ten people.

"Sister, you are afraid of being hit hard, your heart is weak, your brain is not clear..."

褚浣 faint opening.

He was shocked and changed, but his clothes were sloppy, and he was not confused from head to toe.

As a disciple of Qujiang, the temperament is exactly the same as that of the master. It is a gentle and watery peace. Even if you blame, it gives you a sense of conviction.

When the voice just fell, someone said something to add. "Yeah, the song teacher, you can't talk nonsense. You said that the teacher killed your mother, what evidence?"

"The Qu Shengren and Liu Zongzhu passed away, we are all very sad... but the current ancestors have to rely on the teacher to be the master."

"The nonsense, disturbing the people, what kind of heart do you have?!"

He spoke of several elders with high generations. Their realm is much higher than that of jealousy. At this time, they stand behind them, and they have the meaning of being headed by him.

The rest of the disciples in the temple looked different, some were convinced, some were questioned, and no one spoke at the time.

On weekdays, there were shackles and Chen Yi’s affairs, which were much more prestigious among the disciples than the hard-to-see lords and saints. Now Chen Yi is not here, and the situation today is completely awkward.

The pile of smoke does not understand.

I don't understand that I entered the division before I was born. My mother always regards him as her own, why she will do this. Poisoning and concealing, all kinds of insidious means, if not trusting him, and then a subtle trap, how can you survive the Yasheng?

I don't understand the elders. I was kind and sympathetic yesterday. Today I can lie in sorrow.

I don't understand why it was turned upside down overnight.

Although she is very talented and thoughtful, she is still a little girl. A little girl who is always sheltered by her parents.

The heart is unpredictable, and it is difficult to fill it. The chips of betrayal are more than grace. Where can she understand this?

The pile of smoke clenched the sword in his hand and the bones were white. Full of grief and anger, almost desperate, but she looked straight at her eyes. Looking at the brothers who were once familiar, and now terrible, they don’t take a step back.

"The heavenly cycle, the sun and the moon, you know what you have done!"

I didn’t argue again, just said softly, "But who believes?"

No one is talking.

The hall is terrible.

So when the sound is heard, it is very clear, as if the whole cymbal can be heard.

"I believe. I believe in my sister."

The crowd separated by themselves and Chen Yi approached the temple door.

Wherever he went, the heavy blood was scattered. His sleeves were broken, the crown was not right, and the dust was servant.

But the dawn was clear and firm, and it was obvious that the ambush assassination along the way did not weaken his half spirit.

At this moment, the pile of smoke suddenly gave birth to the urge to cry.

His face changed slightly. He knew the deployment from Xilu to Qiongyi, but Chen Yi was still back.

This is a variable.

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Donglu. Innocent snowfield.

There is no cold spring and autumn here, all year round is the bleak scene of ice and snow. On the lead-gray sky, the sloppy snow falls and you can drown the shadows in a blink of an eye.

But today's snowfield is particularly glaring.

A line of black robes walked through the snow, and the figure was erratic. In the twinkling of an eye, it took more than ten feet.

The first one suddenly stopped and looked at the snow peak not far away. In his realm, he can naturally see the above array and the palace palace.

Someone silently squatted at his feet,

"The palace owner, let's go to the sky snow peak?"

Shake his head for the first one, "No."

He really likes the throne of the Golden Palace. That was the one that was preserved by the Devils a million years ago. How does the jade exhibition eye match?

But he is also really in a hurry.

So that the hunger that passed by is close to the door, there is no time to take care of it.

He is going to go to the stars. First, sign a contract with the monster under the abyss.

If the big things can be done, not just the revival of the magic palace, the world is also at your fingertips.

But he did not expect that when he crossed the Lijiang River and came to the side of the abyss, there were already people waiting for a long time.

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"Yu Zhanmei went to Xilu."

"The split is a split between the North and the South."

"The ‘cold days’ and the 'Western Waters' two palaces, received news from us, went to Xing Xingyuan, and all died in the abyss.”

"Northland will be on the third day of next month and has been arranged."

"..."

Crossing the cliff, the black robes sitting on the top of the wall and slanting up and down, received news from all over the world. Some will tell Yu Shi, some will not.

The betrayal of Ruan Zongtang and the rebellion of the North Luxian Wang were promoted behind him. Yu Zhanmei was led to Xilu, and the demon contract of Qi Xingyuan was made by him. Cangsheng is a child, all in the game.

Although there are many things, it is not in his expectation.

For example, Mr. Zhang Yuan did not go to Hokuriku according to his calculations, and did not go to it.

For example, the younger generation of the Qingjian swordsmen had more than his imagination, and another disciple of Qujiang did not die.

Another example is the two stars.

But these are the details. Become a major event, informal.

Whether it is a demon or a fairy, it is all about a million years ago. In this era of stars, they are not going to appear.

He sat on the pine branches and looked at the clouds. He never felt that the heavens and the earth were so vast and beautiful.

I heard the words of Yu Shi,

"What are you waiting for?"

Can't help but smile. He did not wait, just enjoying the process of gradually reaching the top. It is enough now.

He got up and the pine branches under his feet didn't move.

There is no overwhelming sorrow, only a touch of red smoke, from the pale to the almost transparent fingers spill out, fluttering above the clouds.

The middle-aged Taoist people have numerous swords and smashes, breaking through the clouds of fog.

If the person who walks down the mountain raises his head, it will give birth to the illusion of terror that the sky is separated by life.

He struggled to support it, approaching the point where the oil was dry, but when he saw the black robe man’s shot, he suddenly made a great effort and his chest was violently ups and downs.

"Yong! You are the devil! Actually, I didn't die in Xiqiao Mountain!"

The battle of 'Xi'an Mountain' was the only battle that broke out a hundred years ago after the War of the Devil.

At that time, the jade exhibition was first and foremost, and the purpose of demonization was not her, but Rong Rong and his Qionggong. Rong Rong has entered the magical realm of the heavens, which is equivalent to the Yasheng realm of the Taoist practitioners. He wants to unify the magic palace and cross the sea to expedition the rest of the four continents.

Since the division of the Magic Palace for millions of years, the power has been divided, and there has been such a character, cultivation and ambition, enough to threaten the world.

So the end of the world and the green, the formation of alliance, killing Xiqiao Mountain. Liu Bull Frost is traveling down the mountain and he has gone.

After the war, everyone thought that Rong Rong died. Zhou Yuandao is watching his heart and soul broken.

The fall of Qionggong was taken over by Rong Rong’s disciples and has not been a climate for many years. In contrast, the glory of the Golden Palace is clearly more eye-catching.

For a long time, people only remember the fierce battle of Xiqiao Mountain and gradually forgot why they would fight this battle.

But there are always people who will not forget.

When the fine fluffy smoke floated to the front, Zhou Yuandao felt a mistake at a certain moment, as if he had returned to Xiqiao Mountain and returned to the **** side of the corpse.

Also returned to the time when I was young.

At this time, he has a more effective way to save the real yuan, just like dealing with the clouds of the world. Support hard and fight for a minute and a second. Instead of waiting for the rest of the saints to come to save him, he waited for the rest of the world.

But now it is different. Since the black robe is a tolerant person, then whoever comes will be useless. Why not fight one?

The middle-aged Taoist right hand raised slightly, holding it like a sword.

The tens of thousands of swords around the body gathered together, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a **** scream.

Although his mountain sword in Qinglan Town was damaged, he was still alive, and the sword was still there.

Zhou Yuandao looks solemn, holding an invisible sword in his hand and going to the scarlet and light smoke!

The other party is only slightly lifting his fingertips, but he has to be a big guest.

Because of the light smoke, there is a terrible supreme pressure, almost close to the threshold of the saint. Not only did Rong Rong not die, but the realm was better than that.

Under the sword, the light smoke dissipated.

A touch of scarlet is scattered between the clouds. Just like a drop of ink falling into the clear water, light and silent, but quickly smudged and enlarged, the scorpion will dye red and white.

Zhou Yuandao's mouth overflowed the blood line, and the sea of ​​clouds under his feet surged into a **** sea.

The disciples of Bao Puzong only felt the darkness of the sky, and looked up to see the glaring red clouds that covered the sky.

Not as beautiful as the sunset, but pure scarlet, as if there is thick blood dripping down.

The only thing that is slightly lower in the realm is that the sorrows are unbearable and can’t help but exclaim.

Why bother to swear, "What are the fuss in the footsteps of the mountains and the magic?"

The disciples should continue to be separated, and they dare not ask.

How to turn to the youth beside him, the face is full of respectful look, "Master, there are big things in the mountains today, the elders explain, can not go up."

The young man frowned slightly and did not agree.

How come the face is slightly stiff, but dare not speak.

Suddenly the wind started, there was a glory on the top of the nine days, scratching the glaring red clouds, falling lightly. Such as the candlelight in the night, it is eye-catching.

The young man reached out and the brilliance just fell on his fingers like a feather. White and innocent.

In the next moment, the red clouds were split by layers, and in a row of exclamations, thousands of feathers fell and fluttered.

Bao Puzong's nine palaces and eighteen views, all in the sky in the flying feathers.

When the youth finally determined their guesses, they set foot on the mountain road and left behind the suppression and advice.

Zhou Yuandao stood in the **** sea, and the sea was also infected by blood, and the disgusting thick and suffocating surrounded him.

His cheeks were sunken and his face was white.

A sword of the talent, this is not to light smoke. It is to have a sword.

Wandao Jianguang sheds, and the continuous flow of blood, such as bright and burning feathers, falls on the pine branches of the cliff.

The same sword, Cheng Tianyu made it at the Folding Party. The power is already amazing. How is it one of the ten thousand?

This is a sword method when Aya is young. Cohesive life and cultivation and glory.

Hua Gefei feathers fell for nine days, beautiful and extremely devastating.

Faced with the tolerance of this sword, the pine branches under the feet are broken, and the tight-fitting black robe pieces are broken, and finally reveal their true colors.

His figure is imaginary, appearing on the sea of ​​blood, the ink is dancing wildly, and the red dress is three points thicker than the blood.

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The 100,000 mountains in the early winter are cold, cold winds like knives, frosty sky, and thick leaves. Many beasts return to the cave and are ready to start a long hibernation.

But the most terrible is never a beast.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan kept on the road for a while, and they had to cope with the endless crisis in the mountains. When they walked out of the mountains, they were weak.

As far as I can see, see the sky as the red clouds, like the feathers.

Eight hundred miles away from Bao Puzong, someone happened to be in the middle of the road.

Tsing Yi bursts, his face is indifferent, I don't know how long it took, the sword in his hand has a shallow frost.

So far from patience and patience, nature is not greeted.

Crossing the hills, someone waited. Not a good thing, especially the moment to fight for the second.

Yin Yin raised his eyebrows.