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Although Du Zhilan wanted to go out immediately to find Jian Qing's whereabouts, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. If he made the Dragon Emperor unhappy and slapped him to death, wouldn't it be a big complaint?

What's more, the strongest trick he is proud of - the necessary "acting like a baby" to deal with Jian Qingzhi, in front of the moody Dragon Emperor, it is of no use at all, only to be completely ignored.

After all, the "honored guest" arrived as scheduled three days later.

Du Zhilan was forced to change into a gorgeous Dragon Palace costume, with a golden crown and hair, a superb temperament, a pair of peach blossom eyes looking forward, even compared to the famous warrior "Prince Dragon Palace" in the heavens.

But with a tiger mingling with a group of dragons, the atmosphere can be as weird as it gets.

Although he didn't know who this "honored guest" was, he could probably guess a thing or two from the tense and serious atmosphere in the Dragon Palace.

Right now, Du Zhilan, who is lying on the Dragon Emperor's knee and honestly acting as the "male favourite", is really worried, he doesn't even dare to turn around and take a sneak peek at that mysterious figure.

From the corner of my eye, I could only catch a glimpse of the man's pure black robe hanging on the ground, embroidered with gold thread.

He couldn't see or hear, and felt as if he had fallen into the silence and coldness of an ice cellar. Du Zhilan thought he was brave enough now, but being between these two people, he even found it difficult to breathe.

"Are these two guys talking lips...I can't take it anymore..." Du Zhilan slandered in his heart, while carefully coordinating with the Dragon Emperor's movements, he quietly fell on each other's knees, not daring to take a breath.

"I'll bear it! When the young master gets the soul shell, he will fly to the sky immediately!"

The atmosphere of silence was finally broken by the impatient Dragon Emperor.

"After 500 years, the next battle between immortals and demons, the demon world will no longer stand on the sidelines, you... hmph, I don't believe you can still remain indifferent."

500 years later, the battle between fairy and demon?

Du Zhilan frowned secretly when he heard the terrible news, he is really ignorant as a little reptile - but he should not be involved in such a distant matter, and he will not become a fairy if he fails in Jian Qingdu Tribulation... …

He comforted himself in his heart, but there was some uneasiness between his brows.

After a while, the mysterious man finally opened his mouth. His voice was unhurried, low and contemptuous, and his tone was so calm that he seemed to be saying something insignificant.

"One is gone."

Du Zhilan, who was quietly lying there, was shocked by the domineering and self-confidence revealed in the words - is this guy a reptile on the ground like a monster?If you say it will be destroyed, it will be destroyed!

Obviously, he was not the only one who was upset, the Dragon Emperor snorted softly, and said coldly: "What if you add the Dragon Clan?"

The mysterious man paused for a long time this time, and his tone was slightly raised, with a bit of sarcasm and coldness: "Oh? So it took so much trouble to invite me to come over this time, is it a declaration of war?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped by several degrees.

The Dragon Emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, and Du Zhilan felt his bones go stiff, and suddenly he slapped him on the back.

"This soul shell is the treasure of my Dragon Palace. Just treat it as a meeting gift from the emperor to the demon emperor. When you arrive in the demon world in the future, you will hand it over to him." Chong Yezheng ignored the mysterious person and looked at it openly. Du Zhilan said.

This statement is tantamount to telling the mysterious person that Lao Tzu has colluded with the demon world, and this stupid tiger is the messenger.

Feeling a prickly gaze behind him that couldn't be ignored, the latter's heart skipped a beat, complaining in pain, how could he, an innocent passer-by, be involved?

Du Zhilan thought very depressed, if Jian Qing was still by his side, how could he allow others to bully him like this?

He held back his anger and thought without losing his mind, from tonight...Only himself is left.

Alas... Fortunately, the soul shell is finally in hand.

Du Zhilan felt the warm and jade-like touch of the treasure for a little while, and immediately retreated. He bowed his head respectfully and slowly exited the hall.

At the moment when the door was about to be closed, Du Zhilan, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, plucked up his courage and quietly looked inside.

It was just a glimpse of that person's profile, which made Du Zhilan stunned outside the door, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

In his blank mind, a word involuntarily emerged:

——Tian Yan.

……

months later.

Northwest Tianchi Snow Mountain, the top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, frozen for thousands of miles, and will not melt for thousands of years.Even the air is covered with a faint hoarfrost, and the top of the mountain seems to be shrouded in snow and fog, adding a hint of mystery and chill.

Every six months, the suzerain of the Shenxu Sect, Master Tianxuan, will enter the frozen area of ​​the forbidden area on the top of the mountain to stay for a period of time, which can be as long as a month or as short as a few days.

Regarding this, the whole Shenxu Sect has long been familiar with it. As for the sword-wielding elder who traveled far away and never returned, the headmaster only said "Traveled far away and never returned", and no one said anything more.

It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring in the human world. The towering trees at the foot of the mountain sprouted new buds, the white snow gradually melted, the branches were green, and the old age was declining.

It's nothing more than the fact that the head of the sect has picked a few disciples with excellent bones to take in as his disciples. A fellow disciple of a young genius has condensed a golden core, or formed a Taoist partner with a female cultivator from the nearby Hundred Flowers Sect...

Year after year, year after year, it's just that the legendary sword-wielding elder still "traveled far and never returned".

At the beginning of the year, Tianxuan, the head of the sect, dressed properly early, and unexpectedly did not get up to practice swords in the morning. Instead, he ordered the dining room to make some small dishes, and sneaked into the empty room of the sword-wielding elder. After touching a few altars of good wine, they came out.

Of course, with Master Tianxuan's superb agility, such a disgraceful matter would never be made known to the second person.

So the majestic and solemn head of the sect shook his blue robes, straightened his snow-bottomed skirts, took a packed food box and the fine wine hidden in his sleeves, and headed towards the forbidden area openly.

The long stone steps on the top of the mountain meander to the sky, and there is no end in sight.

Tianxuan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't use the technique of maneuvering, he just lifted the hem of his clothes, and walked up the stairs step by step in a leisurely manner.

Every step seems to be walking on the clouds. If you are not careful, you will fall down the mountain and be smashed to pieces, which makes people feel frightened.

"...It's finally here, it's still so cold here."

I don't know how long I walked, and there seemed to be a huge bronze-colored gate in front of me, covered with hoarfrost and ice and snow, and the surrounding was deserted, except for the sound of wind and footsteps, there was nothing.

"Brother Jianqing, brother is here to see you."

Tian Xuan said something out of habit, knowing that no one would answer, he pushed the door open and entered.

But he didn't know that at this moment, an uninvited guest was ushered in at the foot of Tianchi Snow Mountain.