These are feudal superstitions!

Rong Gui grabbed Zi Xin's collar and pulled it violently.

The opponent's center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground.

Originally, with Zixin's strength, Ronggui would never be able to do this, but he was concerned about the last trace of blood in the Fuyao bracelet, if he counterattacked too hard, it would be impossible to guarantee that Ronggui would not destroy it.

Rong Gui's eyes were stern, and he opened his clothes, revealing Zhao Qisheng's slender, white and transparent upper body. Although he knew that this was not the time to think about these things, but seeing such a beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but rub his nose to make sure he wasn't ashamed nosebleed.

Although Zi Xin is in charge, this is his junior brother's body after all.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit down, a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.

The way Fuyao Reincarnated competed for each other's blood was really simple and rude.

Really unable to bear the smell of blood, Rong Gui frowned in discomfort, this distraction gave Zi Xin a chance to snatch the Fuyao bracelet.

Rong Gui yelled in his heart that it's too bad, it's over, the last bargaining chip seems to be lost.

But Zi Xin hesitated, like a toy stuck in a clockwork, and suddenly paused, Rong Gui realized that it was Zhao Qisheng who was robbing the dominance.

So he flew back, sank into his dantian, and roared: "Zhao—Qi——"

Zi Xin paused again.

"Listen, kid!" Rong Gui dodged Zi Xin's slow attack, and shouted loudly, "Wake up, kid! If we win this match, we can leave the group! You can be the wind!" Son, I am lingering in the sand and walking to the end of the world!"

While running, trying to lead Zixin to the destination.

"If you don't take back the dominance and drive that guy out, I won't propose marriage!" Rong Gui showed his habitual mischievous smile, "Now that I wake up, I can still hug a beauty... ahh, it's both hands together How can I return the house! I will give you back the exemption from the horoscope test, and I will also give you the dowry gift from me, why are you still hesitating? Hurry up and do it, dear!"

Zi Xin's face was grim. Although he couldn't understand what Rong Gui was saying, these strange words seemed to have a special effect. He could clearly feel that the fluctuation of Zhao Qisheng's soul, which was supposed to be silent, suddenly became stronger.

"Although my brother is not wealthy, he can be regarded as a wealthy family. Although he is not a blue-faced disaster, he is also a handsome young man... What am I talking about..." Rong Gui covered his face, pretending to be young at his age... …

"Shut up!" Zi Xin roared unbearably.

It worked.

Rong Gui continued to fly away.

Zi Xin was really angry, and he didn't hold back in the slightest while chasing him. The precious stalactites in the Burial Dragon Pond were smashed to pieces.

"It's all money!" Rong Gui screamed.

"Sister, will he really abide by the agreement and bring the Demon Emperor over?" Ji Shenyue asked.

Ji Shenluo was standing in a huge sealing formation, drawing amulets with the blood flowing from his severed wrist.

One of the important reasons why Huanyuzong has such a high attainment in the field of formation is the blood of the Ji family.

The magic circle drawn with the blood of the Ji family can double the success rate.This is the untold secret of the Ji family, and it is also the weakness of the Ji family. Just imagine, if you yearn for the powerful power of the formation and collectively hunt and kill the Ji family...

"He will." Ji Shenluo did not look up, and continued to draw the formation, "What he wants is his junior brother Zhao Qisheng, not Zixin."

When the two were talking, the dozens of people on the side were as quiet as if they didn't exist. They were elites sent by various sects.

"Enter the battle!" Ji Shenyue shouted.

Everyone tacitly activated their energy at the same time and sent it to Ji Shenluo who was standing in the center of the formation.

Immediately, golden light rose everywhere.

Zi Xin roared in pain, like a wounded beast, the sudden burst of golden light caused irreversible damage to him.

His clothes were eroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden light began to melt his soul.

Zixin suffered unprecedented damage. In contrast, Zhao Qisheng's soul also suffered some damage, but this formation with a strong name like "Evil Elimination Formation" is very advanced, and it can distinguish between Attack the target, but it will inevitably bring disaster to the fish in the pond.

Seeing the deep pain on Zhao Qisheng's changing face from time to time, Rong Gui felt as if something twitched in his heart, but he held back.

"I know you blame me for selling you out, but what I want is that my junior brother Zhao Qisheng is not the faint-hearted one like Zi Xin! If you survive this test, you will be free. If it's really not possible, the two of us quarreled at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed..." Rong Gui muttered.

For some reason, after saying these words, Zi Xin, who had been struggling in the battle, suddenly calmed down, exuding a moon-like aura from the inside out.

Rong Gui's pupils widened violently, and ecstasy appeared on his face.

The young man in the formation raised his head and smiled at him, those clear eyes filled with tenderness like water.

He opened his lips and said something.

At this moment, the formation roared, and a thunderbolt struck from the hole in the Dragon Burial Pool.

"...What did you say..." Rong Gui watched Zhao Qisheng being swallowed by the sealing formation, but because his feet were fixed by the vines that suddenly came out of the ground, he could only continue to say the unfinished sentence unconsciously: "Eh? Once again... the wind is a bit strong, I can't hear clearly..."

The only answer to him was the roar of thunder.

In front of Zixin Mountain.

Most of the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect and Yuzi Sect rushed to Huayuan. The Sword Spirit Sect wanted to prevent Fuyao from coming back to life, and Yuzi wanted to awaken Fuyao.

"Little fish, long time no see." Bai Youyou's head was shaking, and her cute little face was full of joy of reunion. If you didn't look at Muyu's serious face, you would think that the two had a good relationship.

They don't have a good relationship at all, they're old enemies.

"Bai Youyou, you and I are both the masters of the sect. This victory or defeat can be seen as the resolution of the grievances between the two sects."

"It's a word."

The two remained silent, waiting for the time to strike.

It seems calm, but in fact it contains infinite murderous intent. If it doesn't move, it will be done, and at every turn - it will turn the world upside down!

Piercing the broken sword into Bai Youyou's chest, Mu Yu panted heavily, touched his heart, blood was swimming.

He looked up at the sky, with a trace of sadness on his handsome face. He was silent, and then sang in a low voice, "The cold waves rise, and the white birds descend leisurely. People are in a hurry when they are pregnant, and things are in their leisure time. The pot cup bears the whistle , the dust is full of sorrow..."

Mu Yu lay on his back, looking at the blue sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I've been looking forward to a good fight with you." Luo Xiao said.

"Me too, but not as an enemy." Hanako looked at her old friend and sighed.

Luo Xiao said: "Magic cultivation and decency are different paths after all." After finishing speaking, the tip of the sword pointed directly.

Huazi sighed with a smile: "Even if you go to Huayuan now, it's useless, that's all, staying here with you for now is a fulfillment of a wish."

"You said accompany, but it's fatal."

"Let the horse come here, let me teach you the way of being a monarch and minister." Huazi smiled frivolously, with Yuzi's unique sense of charm in the corners of her upturned eyes.

This gave Luo Xiao the illusion that in front of him was the young and powerful young emperor, Hua Wuyan.

After a moment of distraction, the cold light of the sword tip was in sight.

This is a battle that neither side can return to.

after March.

The Zhenyuan calendar is over, and the new calendar is the Zhenhun calendar.

The first year of the soul-suppressing calendar.

The Zhao family was destroyed by the Li family, and Jianlingzong was changed to Jianliuzong.

The strength of the Ji family, the former first family, has been greatly reduced, and they retreated to Taoyuan Island.

Yuzi, the number one demon sect in the world of cultivating immortals, is on the verge of collapse and hides in the world.

The Long family and all the hermit families faded away, as if they had never appeared before.

In the battle against Fuyao, the Chu family was not seriously damaged, and its head, Chu Shaoyu, ruled the world. Since then, the boundary between the world of cultivating immortals and the human world has been broken.

In the first year of the soul-suppressing calendar, the world of cultivating immortals has opened a new prelude, and the survivors of the old era are still remembering the past in their own way.

Chu domain, pine forest.

The rustling of the pines seemed to sound like bells.

After Fuyao was sealed, the Dragon Burial Pond sank into the ground, and the bloody battlefield has been cleaned up. This is the people of the old era, following the customs and habits of the mainland, purifying the battlefield as a survivor and eliminating hostility.

Those in white burial gowns are gone.

"Brother, rest in peace." Hua Qiaoyu put a bouquet of white lotus magnolias on the blood-stained ground not long ago. This is an ancient battlefield that has been cleaned up, clean from the inside out.

People have already purified this place, but even so, within ten years, apart from the trees that were already growing, there will still be no grass around the Burial Dragon Pond.

Hua Miaoyu stood quietly, and behind her, the young man in a purple-patterned cloud robe was also silent.

The wind is also silent.

After a while, she opened her mouth, "Brother, as you wish, you are really liberated."

Hua Wuyan's lifelong wish is to be free, and now, this wish has come true, and there is no deadline.

"Lingxiao City under Lingxiao Peak is a place with a beautiful scenery." The young man said, "After the beginning of spring, the Lingxiao flowers all over the mountain will bloom, red as the morning glow. In autumn, the city will hold a harvest festival, and people will spend seven days It is very lively, you can go to temple fairs, and there are many delicious things. In winter, plum blossoms bloom early and wither late. When the flowers bloom, the mountains and plains are white, and the city is like snow." He said. After a pause, "My house is right there, do you want to visit?"

"Okay." Hua Qiaoyu lowered her head and replied softly.

Their figures went away, and a woman in white gauze and plain clothes came quietly, the white dress was like a mourning dress.

It was indeed mourning clothes. She carried a basket of pure white mist that symbolized purification and liberation, and lightly sprinkled white and transparent flowers on the ground and into the sky.

She also left, and the man in the blue shirt who had been in the dark came out, looked at the broken and scattered petals, and sang a funeral song——

"Everything is made of soil, old things come and go, grievances and grievances are lightly resolved, heavy snow falls in the air, people are gone, only clouds are long, rivers flow endlessly, things are slowly falling, dust returns to dust, white gauze is thrown to the sky , the spring road leads to the living well, next year will be miserable autumn, grievances will come and go, when will it be the end..."

The author has something to say:

The song Muyu sang was "Liu Farewell to Yingting" by Yuan Haowen of the Jin Dynasty.

The last one is Baishatang.

In short, both Mubai and Luohua's group got lunch.