New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the moonlight, the days and nights are cold.

The gate of Fu Yaozong is sparsely lit and the pavilions are in disrepair.

Cultivation is inseparable from the essence of the flesh and bones of monsters, and fighting is also inseparable from monsters.

Since the chaos of the 100,000 Mountains in the Southern Wilderness, Jiuli Heibu has been difficult to capture monsters, especially the rise of Baijiao’s territory. The Demon-Fu Sect, without monsters, began to march ascetic. Deformed cultivation methods are after all a side track. The upper sect fell to the altar.

During this period, I considered catching monsters and beasts all over the Central Plains for cultivation, but unfortunately, there are not many monsters in the mountains and forests of the Central Plains, and even if there are, they are good at hiding and hiding.

There are many brutal and brutal masters in the southern Chi Mang people who cannot cooperate. The hatred between the different races in the north and the Central Plains is deeper than the mountains and the sea. It is impossible to join forces to catch the monsters.

The sect of scenery has been reduced to a third-rate small sect, and the glory of the past is no longer there.

In the main hall, the current head of Fu Yaozong is sad and worried. A few days ago, it was rumored in the cultivation world that Chunyang Palace had entered the Western Cult Jinshan Academy to assist Bai Jiao in the promotion.

If it is possible, the head of Fu Yaozong really wants to get drunk without thinking that there may be a demon emperor to seek revenge.

It was late at night, and candlelight illuminated the luxurious hall.

squeak~

The gate of disrepair was pushed open, and a young disciple quickly stepped inside and ran in front of the sect master.

"Master... There is a woman climbing outside, we can't stop..."

"woman?"

The lights and candles in the hall flickered and flickered automatically without wind. The bronze utensils hung on the door symbolized good luck and warded off evil spirits. Especially, several ancestral magic weapons were activated. Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the head, he knew, The Demon King is here!

"Notify the disciples in the sect to stay away from the hall and not to approach without an order."

"Master..."

"Go! Go!"

The head of Fu Yaozong roared and scared the disciples to go out quickly. There was only one person left in the empty hall.

The gap in cultivation is too great, and all conspiracies are meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

It's better to just admit defeat than to take the lives of hundreds of people in the whole sect with blood boiling, and hope that he can exchange his own life for the survival of the young disciples.

Looking down the stairs from a distance, there is a girl in white walking slowly with something in her arms.

The night is blue, and the slender figure of Shengxue in white clothes is approaching step by step under the moonlight.

When I didn't see it, I was apprehensive and frightened, but when I saw it suddenly, I became calm and calm. The time that should come will come sooner or later, and I was secretly relieved. In any case, after tonight, I don't have to worry anymore. The only thing I'm unwilling is a certain ex It's really frustrating that the head of the sect has caused trouble, but the younger generation is responsible.

The footsteps were very light, and the head of Fu Yaozong could see the small dragon horns and pointed ears, which should be the legendary Jiao Yaohuang.

Bai Yujun strolled in the courtyard to the largest main hall of Fu Yaozong.

Fu Yaozong is full of special magic weapons and medicines for monsters. When facing the demon king or the demon emperor, these things seem pale and powerless, and magic weapons do not mean omnipotence.

The head saw that Bai was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his arms...

Wandering into the main hall of Fuyao Sect, walking past the head as if turning a blind eye, looking up to admire the long portraits hanging on the wall, like the portraits of Fuyao Zong's deceased heads of generations, and some written records of Fuyao Zong's meritorious disciples. , The most special thing is that the back of the throne is covered with all kinds of monster skeletons and skulls, and the hobby is so unique.

A certain white has his hands behind his back, and his right hand holds the umbrella handle behind him and taps his left hand, very leisurely.

He didn't go to see a certain head at all. It seemed that Bai Jiao was wandering around unguarded, but he had no intention of sneaking behind his back. Human beings sometimes need self-knowledge.

Bai Yujun appreciated the history of Fu Yaozong with relish, and the head of Fu Yaozong followed respectfully behind him.

I turned around and came to the gate.

Looking back at the middle-aged man, he was very young and only had the cultivation base of Nascent Soul in the early stage. Compared with that year, it was really declining. At that time, he dared to negotiate with Chunyang Palace.

Take out the oil-paper umbrella.

"You...buy an umbrella? One hundred taels of gold, high quality and fair price. The old brand has a good reputation."

The head of Fu Yaozong nodded without hesitation.

"Buy, I have gold."

Reached out and took out a gold nugget from the storage bag and handed it to Bai Yujun.

He took the gold and handed it over to the oil-paper umbrella. He paid with one hand and delivered the money without arrears. This kid actually gave nearly 22 taels of gold. As a thief with good reputation, a hawker justly returned the excess money. Good money is how much money, the spirit of the contract can not be abandoned!

The head of Fu Yaozong was a little difficult to understand, and he was secretly uneasy.

The legend of Jiaolong selling umbrellas has a long history. People in many places in the Central Plains know that if they encounter a girl in white and cannot refuse to sell an umbrella, they will give as much as they want, and they will buy their lives.

Nodding, the boy is very good.

"There are several other old friends who haven't seen each other for many years. They should have come to see them. Please guide the way, Mr. Sect Leader."

"Who is the name, please."

"Guo Lian, what is the other Yunhe called, can you help me find it?"

After hearing these two names, the head of Fu Yaozong shuddered. He didn't dare to express too much. He nodded stiffly. For the first time, he knew something about the white flood beast's vengeance and persistence. It has been hundreds of years since the little snake spirit. He has already become a famous demon emperor, but he still remembers the hatred back then, and I don't know what the madness of the senior's forehead offended the vengeful Bai Jiao.

For hundreds of years, Bai Jiao has a long life, and the short lifespan of human beings sometimes ends. Guo Lian and the head of the time have long been reduced to dead bones.

"Your Excellency the Demon Emperor, can you... not implicate others..."

"Whoever has a grudge against me, I will find anyone. This Jiao's words are counted, and you will definitely be influenced by the holy and demonic character of me."

"please follow me……"

Bai Yujun followed the head of Fu Yaozong to the back mountain, walked through the pavilion building, walked through the pine forest, came to a tomb, and took a certain Bai skillfully through the messy tombs to find two tombs in the core area, the tombstones were written as Guo Lianhe was called the grave of the head of Yunhe back then.

Even if you die, you have to look at it~www.readwn.com~ With the most pious heart, look at the remains of old friends, remember their appearance in your heart, and always miss them, so as to spur yourself to work hard and make progress.

Blinking his eyes, he sensed whether it was the corpse of the two through the tomb.

After careful identification, it is indeed true that the soul has long been reincarnated in the underworld, but if the monk can run away from the temple, he can take the opportunity to do something to make his mind clear.

Standing in front of Guo Lian's grave, his face was cold.

With a snap of his fingers, the feng shui of the tomb collapsed and collapsed. Once it was broken, no matter how it was modified, it could not be repaired.

Then go to another person's grave and repeat the action. Death does not mean the end. With the ability of the dragon, it may have interfered with the fate of the enemy's reincarnation, so that the enemy has nowhere to escape.

The head of Fu Yaozong wanted to cry without tears.

After taking revenge, Bai Jiao went down the mountain and left.

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