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When it comes to this, Qin Yi calms down.

Wuxian was right, now it seems that he does not know what he wants.

Since she is unwilling to let her get together with other beautiful teenagers, then she is entangled in this entangled one, what should she do in the end? Let alone life?

Is it true?

In a practical political sense, Wuxian is indeed impossible to be alone forever. Over the years, courtiers have become angry for this matter, and everyone is really not for personal gain, but for the sake of the country.

You cannot blame everyone for not believing in the life of immortals ... This illness has proved that even if the practice is successful, there is a possibility of being killed. Moreover, the more immortal practitioners, the more weird and strange conditions we may encounter. Everyone has no confidence at all, and they are as guilty as the rootless duckweed.

Wuxianxu is twenty years old, really dragging on like this? Some people say to play the board? Is it ridiculous?

Time flies, for immortal practitioners, within ten or twenty years. If I still shrank my head as an ostrich this time and left directly, I do n’t know if I would see you again in a few years next time. At that time Wuxian was thirty or forty, could it be delayed?

Either you really want to find a king, or ...

Qin Yi squeezed his palm tightly, feeling that his palm was full of sweat.

Li Wuxian did not urge him, so he looked at him quietly. His eyes were not Qin Yi ’s usual admiration and tenderness. For the first time, there was serious awe-inspiring in front of Master. Qiaoqiao, an emperor is saying, I am waiting for you for an answer.

Qin Yi took a deep breath, suddenly looked down, and kissed her lips hard.

Li Wuxian blinked twice with his eyes open, and the awe-inspiring color slowly turned into water, slowly closing again. The slightly stiff body leaning against the tree also slowly softened, no more effort.

No words are needed, Master ’s meaning is already clear.

At least it was sealed.

If the emperor adds a seal, then the horse is difficult to chase, and the world will not be able to recover it when it boils.

The spiritless compass can be broken forever.

This kind of kiss is also different from the dream.

There is a hot and humid temperature, his breath, and a soft touch. There is also a reflection in myself, as if I lost all my strength. His arms are more powerful, generous and warm, and strong, just like the feeling of spreading his wings to cover the wind and rain for so many years, here it turns into a substantial realization.

His condescending kiss was like a conquest.

In fact, Li Wuxian also had a feeling of anger and disgust in his heart, just like the subconsciousness that wanted to push away the Master in the previous dream, but was pressed back by her.

Probably what I had imagined before was right, because I did not want to be conquered by any man, even if I just looked like that. It ’s no problem to say that it ’s scared of men.

Only Master can, only Master has this qualification.

This is Master, what anger ... Really, is it not caused by oneself? After all, Master is willing, what else is correct?

Li Wuxian suppressed the strange emotion and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the kiss with the master. The silent night of the palace became gentle, and even the voice of the **** and the court girl in the distance became no longer annoying, but became A better catalyst between the two.

So raging.

As the two gradually entered the best realm, there was a sudden explosion in the far suburbs of the city, accompanied by a burst of gunfire, which penetrated the sky.

Shocked the intoxicated night.

The two separated at the same time, looking at the guns in the distance.

"Qingjun!"

"Aunt!"

Both eyes flashed shame, but too late to speak, Qin Yi immediately said: "You go back to the palace to find the little ghost and An'an, do not leave them half a step, I will support your aunt."

Having just finished speaking, Li Wuxian had found that he had been transferred to the entrance of the palace. She was also a little shocked in her heart. The master's practice was so high. How could this technique like the movement of time and space be done?

Such a master, like a mortal, carrying himself step by step, walking slowly at night in the palace, that feeling ...

She turned her head and saw that the little ghost was looking up at the sky. The ceiling seemed to be unable to hinder its cognition, and her eyes were dignified.

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Almost at the time when Li Wuxian's dream was broken, Li Qingjun and Yu Shang hunted through the night and searched every place where the **** had been, and finally locked the biggest doubt.

The altar built by Wu Shenzong was originally used for the purpose of sharing the national games, so that they would not go wrong in the process of summoning gluttony. As a result, the altar was destroyed by Xiyue and Li Duanxuan, leading to the luck of bitter luck, and the gluttonous scheme failed, but instead ran with Qin Yi and became a dog ...

This altar was later repaired by Li Wuxian, and its connection with the Wu Shenzong has been cut off.

Various investigations by the Ministry of Internal Affairs revealed that the **** had visited the neighborhood alone.

Cleaning the **** in a palace, what's the matter with the royal ancestral altar?

"There is a breath of magical techniques such as praying to God." The feathers used to pray for ancestors and phoenixes in the family are very sensitive to this breath: "Before the husband had also sent his mind out, he said there are fluctuations in the spell here. , But everyone did not care, after all, it is an altar of ancestor worship, it is normal to have this kind of breath. "

The techniques of ancestor prayers belong to the same tradition of witchcraft. It's just that some of these things have become traditional and some have become Taoist arts. Everyone is familiar with it, but forget that this is essentially witchcraft. At the moment of contact, it is easy to get some associations from it.

Li Qingjun said: "We will indeed do the ancestor sacrifice here, and there are also Qianlong Taoist priests who cast spells. This is true. But this is the ceremony of the big sacrifice held at the beginning of the spring every year. The volatility of the law should have dispersed long ago, so that it will not be perceived by Qin Yi Da Yuanyuan? "

The two looked at each other and thought of the reason.

Someone must have used this to cover up the technique and hide in it.

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain that a long-term practice of witchcraft will have no signs. The signs are covered in the fluctuations of everyone's usual cognition, and they don't care.

"Someone must be hiding at the bottom of the altar!" Li Qingjun had a silver gun in his hand and suddenly stabbed.

With a bang, the entire altar was overturned.

This is also Li Qingjun, who didn't dare to overturn the altar of ancestor sacrifice for another person. Li Qingjun was too lazy to care so much. The ancestor was still a turtle in Penglai Jiange, what sacrifice was offered!

The smoke dispersed, and a pothole appeared at the bottom of the overturned altar. The deep and unpredictable depth seemed to have been operating here for some time.

Li Qingjun was about to go down, Yu Shang pulled her: "Don't worry, I can force people to come up."

Li Qingjun turned her head to look at her. Her impression of the feather was really good. Like a dumb guard, her execution was very good. The pretty body and temperament are very similar to her.

Seeing that Yu Shang's wings fluttered and the surrounding air was filled, Li Qingjun clearly felt that the ground began to have a strange coercion, as if the air inside was sucked away, and there was no invisible force outside that caused it to close. Everyone can feel the pressure to be crushed into powder and cannot survive.

"Shoot!" A touch of blood rushed straight up from the bottom of the pit, and there were people inside who were forced out!

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With a muffled sound, Li Qingjun stepped back a few steps, his hands were slightly trembling, and the opponent was very strong!

She came with a small piece given by Qin Yi. The practice has not been slow in these years. Now it is a martial art that has been consummated. Has it actually suffered from the collision of power?

The other party is Qianyuan.

The blood light dissipated, and the other figure appeared in the smoke.

An angzang man with a long face and a long beard, a naked upper body, a wooden stick, and a bone chain hanging on his neck.

Typical image of ancient wizards.

It is also the mainstream image of many people in Wushenzong. The one that was killed at first was this image.

The person in front of him was also an acquaintance, and Li Qingjun was even more familiar with him than Feng Beng.

Ancestor of Xihuang, Venerable Mangshan.