One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

The goddess statue held a piano in its hand, and the ethereal sound came from the piano in the goddess statue's hand.

That qin is the natal weapon of the founder of Wenling Palace.

Ranked second only to Leng Yu Changge on the Famous Devices.

I heard that this goddess turned the tide of the battle between humans and demons with a fairy sound in the previous war.

At this time, the goddess stood on the ten-mile-long golden platform, looking at the main palace ten miles away from the air.

Among the golden palaces of Wenling Palace, there are many disciples of Wenling Palace dancing in pink fairy dresses.

Immortal cultivators, except for the entire Taiqing Gate who are forbidden to fly.

Other fairy gates are not forbidden to fly.

Not to mention asking about the Spirit Palace.

What disciples of Wenling Palace are best at is flying against the wind.

It is to fly without the aid of a spiritual weapon.

After all, flying with the help of a spiritual weapon is not beautiful.

Many disciples of Wenling Palace flew down from the clouds when they saw the cloud boat entering the port.

When they saw Nan Xue get off the cloud boat, they were all surprised.

"Elder Sister is back, Eldest Sister is back!" A group of women came over, dressed in light gauze with divine light and Linlang pendant.

The disciples of other sects were dumbfounded.

Especially Lin Yue.

Although she has met the disciples of Wenling Palace.

But the disciples of Wenling Palace are out of the house, and they all wear simple clothes.

Now I see them dressed in their own sect.

Especially when she just flew down from the clouds, Lin Yue thought she really saw a fairy.

Seeing Lin Yue's envious expression, Meng Guiwen said, "If Senior Sister likes it, I'll buy a set for Senior Sister as well."

Lin Yue came back to her senses when she heard the words, and shook her head quickly: "No, no, we are not suitable for this kind of situation. I am afraid that I will trip over the long skirt that drags the floor before taking two steps. Even the beads on my head can make me fall His face was swollen."

The etiquette of the disciples of Wenling Palace is the best among the five immortal sects.

She doesn't show her smile, and walks in no hurry, so wearing those gold hairpin and bead strings is the most beautiful.

They Taiqingmen played swords all day long, tossing and turning, she was afraid of being hit in the face by the string of beads.

So she just likes to watch.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Meng Guiwen didn't say anything else.

When Nan Xue saw those junior sisters, she only smiled slightly, and then said a few words to them.

Those little girls hurriedly saluted the person who got off the cloud boat in front of them.

As for the sect masters, they directly turned into a blue light, like a shooting star, and headed towards the main palace.

Meng Guiwen looked at those rays of light and withdrew his gaze.

She turned and left the crowd.

Lin Yue turned around to talk to Meng Guiwen, but found that Meng Guiwen was gone.

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Meng Guiwen didn't hide directly, and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as Long Shu got off the boat, he was dragged away before he could stand still.

By the time he reacted, he had already fallen from the ten-mile-long golden platform.

He turned his head to see clearly that the person pulling him to jump down was Meng Guiyi.

"Friend Daoist Meng, what are you doing?" Long Shu looked at Meng Guiyi with some doubts.

"Go and kill people." Meng Guiwen didn't hide it from Long Shu.

The expression on Long Shu's face froze, and the little Long Shu disappeared in an instant, turning into an adult Long Shu.

He grabbed Meng Guiwen with one hand, tapped his toes lightly, and stabilized his figure.

"It's very expensive for me to make a move."

"You don't like money?" Meng Guiwen was held by Long Shu, like a kitten caught by the nape of its neck.

"The person you want to kill is someone from the Ling Palace, so you have to increase the price." The corner of Long Shu's mouth twitched slightly.

Meng Guiwen was a little surprised when he heard Long Shu's words.

He actually knew.

"You wanted to do something when you came to Wenling Palace, you just wanted to catch people by surprise, just now your eyes fell on your master and other elder peak masters.

You can be sure that the person you want to kill at this time will never go into seclusion, so the person you want to kill is one of the Twelve Lords of the Spiritual Palace..."

Yu He paused at this point.

"I guess you want to kill Palace Master Jingzhu."

Meng Guiwen glanced at him again.

Seeing her like this, Long Shu knew he had guessed right.

"How do you know?" Meng Guiwen said.

If Long Shu could guess, then if she killed Jingzhu, would others find out that she did it?

"Did you forget my old job?" Long Shu felt helpless.

After saying this, he added another sentence: "Don't worry, no one will think that you killed someone except me."

Meng Guiyi didn't say a word, it was acquiescence to Long Shu's words.

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A woman in her 20s had just left her palace when she saw a young girl standing at the door.

A little bit of blood wafted from the tip of her nose.

Instant vigilance.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" Jing Zhu looked at the teenage girl in front of her and asked.

This is the Palace of Asking Spirits. In the past few days, people from the five great immortal sects have come to ask the Palace of Spirits one after another, so the palace guard formation is temporarily closed.

It was precisely because of this that Jingzhu felt that the girl in front of her was a disciple of some immortal sect.

The girl walked towards her without saying a word, Jing Zhu was startled, and immediately offered her piano.

In an instant, the girl appeared in front of her.

Obviously the other party is at the Golden Core stage, but the speed is so fast.

Meng Guiyi raised his sword and dropped it, only cutting off a strand of Jingzhu's long hair.

When the hair fell to the ground, Jing Zhu realized that this little girl was here to take her life.

The moment she distanced herself from Meng Guiwen, a person appeared behind her.

Black clothes and black hair, a black sword directly aimed at her life.

However, Jingzhu avoided the gate of life, and the Lingling sword pierced Jingzhu's shoulder.

Jing Zhu turned her head and saw Long Shu behind her.

This made her feel bad instantly.

The killer Long Shu, the owner of the Shifang Pavilion.

Even in the stage of transforming into gods, he has fought hard.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators died under his hands.

Known as the strongest golden pill in the True Wind Continent.

And apart from Long Shu, the girl in front of her who had never seen her before was no different.

Her movements are sharp and quick.

Just when she was about to ask for help, a black lotus suddenly bloomed on top of the three of them.

The spiritual power that Jingzhu wanted to send out for help was instantly absorbed by the black lotus.

Just when Jing Zhu was in a daze, a darkness enveloped her instantly.

She is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so she naturally knows that this is an external release.

But the two golden core monks in front of her couldn't release their emotions at all.

Jingzhu wants to resist, but she finds that she has no way to express her state of mind.

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"Who the hell are you? Why did you kill me? Are you not afraid of becoming an enemy of Wenling Palace? I am the eldest disciple of Daoist Qianlu! If you hurt me, there will be no good fruit to eat." Jingzhu was a little scared at this time.

Because if the other party's state of mind is stronger than her own, then she can only be a fish and meat at the mercy of others.

But the opponents are just two Golden Core monks.

Meng Guiwen didn't explain to Jingzhu.

She formed a seal with both hands, and suddenly four pillars with broken inscriptions grew out of Jingzhu's body.

This surprised Jingzhu.

Because she could clearly feel that these four pillars were absorbing her spiritual power.

Meng Guiyi withdrew his hand, walked in front of Jing Zhu, reached out and lifted Jing Zhu's chin.

"Think I'll let you go?" The little girl showed an innocent smile on her face.

Jingzhu nodded subconsciously.

It's just that the light in her eyes hadn't flickered yet, and there was a sudden severe pain in her abdomen.

The little girl with an innocent smile crushed her state of mind mercilessly.

She didn't even have time to scream, a sword light streaked across her neck.

The pale face fell on the state of mind.

At this time, she could not rest in peace.

Before she died, Jing Zhu didn't even think about why she lost her head when she didn't even have a chance to make a move.