crossing with green hills

From time to time, a few hot fire bubbles appeared and burst.

Palace of Seven Kills.

Sha Qianmo, who was wearing a black beautiful suit, had fiery red pupils, a pair of fox eyes, full of autumn water, and fair and smooth skin that could be broken by blows.

With a peacock fan in his hand, he swayed gently and smiled sweetly, making all living beings in the six realms lose color.

It even made this dark world of monsters shine instantly.

"The god is born? Is this news true?"

"The news from the Immortal Pavilion should be true, and besides, the sacred mountain is indeed mysterious, even Bai Zihua was helpless at the beginning!" Shan Chunqiu, who had white eyebrows and a fierce look, clapped his hands and replied with a look of color on his face.

Looking at Sha Qianmo's eyes, there was a bit of obsession in the respect that was imperceptible.

Seeing that he seemed to think of something interesting, he pulled his thick lips, "According to the report from below, last night in the Immortal Pavilion, the deity seriously injured Bai Zihua with a single sword, scaring Xia Zixun, Tan Fan, and Dong who were inseparable. Hua and the others dare not act presumptuously, and this dignified and upright Wu Shangxian seems to be an ordinary person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Fun! It's so much fun! Things just keep getting funnier!"

Sha Qianmo paused as he swayed the feather fan in his hand, his eyes flashed narrowly, and a hint of amusement appeared on his beautiful face, "It seems that this god is also a wonderful person, and in three days' time, I will be there during the sermon! "

The capital of the Western Shu Kingdom.

Inside the palace.

Prince's East Palace.

Meng Xuancong, who was dressed in brocade robes, smiled happily. He gnawed a mouthful of a good pear and narrowed his eyes. "God? Come on, I want to see my father!"

…………

You don't know how old you are when you cultivate the Tao, and it will arrive in three days in a blink of an eye.

At the foot of Daqing Mountain, in front of the clouds.

At this moment, all the heroes gathered, the heads of Penglai, Changliu, Taibai, Shushan and other sects all came here.

Even Western Shu, Wuyue, Southern Chu, Southern Han, Hou Zhou and other countries had royal children present.

Whoosh!

The sound of piercing the air was heard continuously, and five figures came from Nine Heavens riding on Yufeng and stepping on their swords.

Her imposing bearing and fluttering robes are eye-catching.

The leader, dressed in white, stepped on a sword as if walking on flat ground, with a calm posture, standing peerlessly.

Unforgettable and unforgettable.

"Look, Wushangxian is here!"

"That's the head of the Immortal, Changliu Bai Zihua!"

"Fairy Zixun is still the same as before, bright and moving, pure and beautiful!"

……

As soon as Bai Zihua and the others landed, they heard the resounding phoenix cry from the sky, and the people who were about to say hello stopped immediately.

Listen to the phoenix and change color.

"It's from the Palace of Seven Kills!"

"Sha Qianmo is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft and somewhat rigid voice, which was transmitted to the ears of the people in the field, making Wen Wen's complexion a little more weird.

"Bai Zihua, long time no see, you are still not as pretty as me!"

Bai Zihua talked with Sha Qianmo, but the rest of the people were silent, not daring to approach him more than three feet away.

The sun was high and the sky was bright.

Suddenly there were bursts of melodious and crisp birdsong, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, like a cuckoo singing, and white cranes chirping... All the voices converged, and a hundred birds sang together.

The cadence is ups and downs, the height is tactful, and the sound of nature seems to contain the truth of the great way.

The clouds and mist all over the sky cleared.

The green hills are green and majestic.

As if it existed forever in ancient times, exuding a breath of time.

Simple, vicissitudes, heavy.

A golden phoenix flew out from the mountain, covering the sky and the sun, with its wings spread, tens of thousands of birds of all kinds followed closely behind, dancing gracefully.

Wherever it passes, the Hongqiao rises high, and the aura is like rain.

Lotuses grow in the void, blooming sequentially.

At the same time, the voice of indifference and vicissitudes, about to wake up, came from the mountains, ethereal and boundless.

"I don't know how long the years are in the mountains.

But the world is forever.

Even though the world is boundless.

Looking back, it is still next to the green hills! "

"come in!"

Everyone filed in, methodically, and climbed up the steps, boarding the Hongqiao one by one.

When I first saw it, I was full of admiration, and as I went deeper into the green hills, I was even more dazzled, and my eyes were full of splendor.

Ten-thousand-year elixir can be seen everywhere, and rare birds and animals play leisurely.

They saw the stairs built with rusted iron swords on the cliff, glimpsed a thunder pool surging with thunder, and even witnessed a dragon and a unicorn inhabiting the pool.

Each one has a terrifying aura, which is not much worse than that of the heads of the major immortal sects.

Especially some of the elixir, which are rare and hard to find in the world, each one will attract people to snatch it from the outside world, and kill them.

Even if he is as solemn as Bai Zihua, his expression is moving.

The fingers hidden in the sleeve robe tightened and stretched, stretched and tightened, repeated several times.