Prosperous Beauty System

Fragments of memory flooded in, and Zou Yan felt dizzy for a while. He opened his eyes and found himself standing on the clouds. In the distance, a group of monks in Taoist uniforms and icy expressions stood out of thin air, pointing their swords at him.

A sense of familiarity hits his face, this is the scene when he entered the Taishu Illusion Mansion alone when he was Xie Weiyan.

[System, I obviously chose to delete the file and start again, what's going on? 】

【Ding!An unknown failure has occurred in the system. 】

[Sure enough, it is poisoned, I told you a long time ago, don't modify the BG line. 】

The sound of the system is cold, [Receive the host's wishes, the BL line confirms the modification, and the BG line restarts... After the startup is complete, please wait for the host to restart the system. 】

Zou Yan's heart almost collapsed, 【You definitely did it on purpose!Now that you have changed the BL line, don't change it back! 】

【Ding!There is an unknown failure in the system, please complete the strategy task as soon as possible. 】

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The haze is like smoke, and the blue sky is like the sea.

On the head of the cloud, thousands of golden lights spread out, and accompanied by the cold light, a black long sword appeared in Xie Weiyan's hand.

"Who will come first?"

The cloud clothes fluttered, and the long sleeves fluttered in the wind. The young man wearing a fox mask raised his long sword, and raised his jaw towards the monks who were in the sea of ​​clouds. His voice was as ethereal as jade.

"What a shameless devil!"

Among the monks of the Qiandao Way, there was a young talent from an aristocratic family, who was born with smooth wind and water, and asked the stars not to give the moon. Hearing the sarcasm in Xie Wei's words, he stood up with an angry face.

The juniors behind him turned pale, and quietly tugged on his sleeves, "You don't want to die, that's Daoist Dongli."

"What a prestige, come back quickly!"

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In the rosy mist, Xie Weiyan pulled a sword flower, pointing the long sword at the Lord Taishu who stood in front of him out of thin air.

"Since you came here in person, why don't you fight with me?"

His words were full of provocations, which caused the other monks who wanted to sit on the sidelines to roar angrily.

"Dongli Daojun, as the head of the Demon Dao, it is simply unreasonable for you not to abide by the oath of the righteous and the Demon Dao!"

"You are the king of the demonic way, you should know that there are two sides between good and evil, and little friend Nalan has nothing to do with you!"

"If you persist in your obsession, don't blame me, Zhongtianlu, for bullying others!"

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Xie Weiyan glanced at them lazily, and raised the strands of hair that fell on his cheeks with his fingertips, "Today I not only want to break into the Taishu Mansion, but I also want to take Nalan Yanran back to the Heavenly Cang Demon Land."

"It's so deceiving!"

"Brother, don't be afraid of him, the Shulan Demon Ancestor has already ascended!"

Standing in mid-air, the Lord of Taishu Mansion looked indifferent. He wore a black swallowtail crown and a complicated Taoist robe. He had an aura like a snow-capped mountain.

"Xie Weiyan." He shifted his gaze to the young man with fluttering sleeves, and there was no warmth in his eyes, "Although you have already ascended half a step, there is more than one Void Refining cultivator in my Zhongtian Continent."

Caressing the fox mask with slender fingers, the young man in the cloud coat and long sleeves looks like spring dew and morning glow in the mist. His finger bones are white, but his face is calm and calm, "Try it and you will know."

"It's so shameless!" Some of the monks laughed out of anger, and they sacrificed their flying swords and slashed towards the clouds.

The cold light of this sword startled the mountains in ten directions, and the mist and white clouds were cut off, and the last breath was taken into the blue sky.

Xie Weiyan took his sword lightly, and his long black hair was never messed up, let alone the long sleeves of his robe?

The monk who was the first to draw the sword was shocked by his sword energy and took a few steps back. He covered his chest and said in horror, "He can block my Zongyun Sword. This demon cultivator has a rare magic weapon in his hand!"

Several fellow disciples rushed forward to catch him, looking at the young man wielding a sword recklessly in the distance with apprehension in his eyes.

The Zongyun Sword is the ninth magic weapon on the list of magic weapons in Zhongtian and Lu. It hurts the heart and lungs.

How come all the monks don't know the origin of the Zongyun Sword?Seeing that Xie Weiyan dispelled the power of this sword in such a calm manner, everyone was so horrified that they took several steps back.

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"It seems that Taoist Lord Dongli can't move today." A boy-faced monk with white hair and youthful appearance who was acquainted with Lord Taishu said coldly.This young man is tall and tall, with black robes and arrow sleeves, and a black sword case on his back, his eyes are like two cold arrows.

Lord Taishu Mansion said lightly, "Not necessarily."

The young man's eyes fell on the young man in the distance, "What do you want?"

Xie Weiyan, who came over there stepping on the clouds, also held his sword and asked, "I have to take Nalan Yanran away today, what do you want?"

The atmosphere condenses.

After a long time, I heard Lord Taishu say, "It's not good."

As soon as the words fell, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the breath of the clouds changed.

Dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning rolled, and two lightning bolts flew around like dragons, and the monks on the clouds sacrificed their magic weapons one after another.

Taishu Mansion Lord made a move, but he didn't care about friends and enemies.

Xie Weiyan tightened the black sword in his hand, his long-sleeved black hair fluttered in the wind amidst the rumbling thunder, and the gold-plated copper bell pinned under his belt also jingled.

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Dark clouds came suddenly, but the rain did not fall, and the mortals closed their doors tightly. They could hear the thunder and lightning crackling in the sky, and saw the ice, snow and cold wind blowing, making their hands and feet extremely cold.

In the sky, Xie Weiyan was pinched around the neck by the opponent again, his Yunluo fan fell during the fight just now, and he didn't know where it landed.

"I can't let the sky and the devil land become a mess again." Lord Taishu, who pinched the young man's neck with his slender fingers, said in a very calm voice, "If you are willing to write a farewell letter with your own hands, I will let you go."

Xie Weiyan's long black hair was all scattered, because his upper body was held in the arms of Lord Taishu, and he had to lift his waist in an extremely fragile posture.

His jaw was forced to lift, and he sneered out of rage, "Don't even think about it."

"Boom—"

Lightning struck from the air, and at the very moment, Lord Taishu jumped up with Xie Weiyan in his arms.

Dark clouds were approaching, and the torrential rain was seen falling.

Xie Weiyan pushed Taishu Mansion Lord away, fell from his arms, and summoned the black sword with the force of thunder and lightning, and stabbed Taishu Mansion Lord with a deafening rumbling sound.

Lightning flashes everywhere, and blood splatters everywhere.

Xie Weiyan saw the blood-stained mask he was wearing from the sword body, and the blood flowing down from the sword body.

So hot, yet so cold.

He raised his head in disbelief, and saw the figure that fell to the ground like a paper luan.

When the hosta fell, it shattered with a "bang" when it hit the ground.

It was the hairpin that Xie Weiyan put on for his lover himself. In this lifetime, for thousands of years, he only wore it for one person.

Tears poured down, Xie Weiyan didn't have time to think about why Nalan Yanran suddenly appeared here, he crawled over to hug his lover's body in fear, trembling, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

He embraced his lover in his arms and used spiritual power pills to save her life.

Lord Taishu Mansion stiffened his hands, and the monks in the enchantment also appeared and approached this ridiculous scene.

Nalan Yanran received Xie Weiyan's sword with all his strength, and her life was hanging by a thread. Even if Xie Weiyan exhausted all the elixir, she couldn't make her body recover.

"You save her, she is your daughter, you save her!" Tears blurred, Xie Weiyan saw Taishu Mansion Lord standing aside with a stiff face, he put down Nalan Yanran, grabbed her long sleeves and begged him .

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The thunder was still ringing, and Lord Taishu, who had been reluctant to make a sound for a long time, said, "I can't save her."

A dead person is like a lamp that goes out, how to save it?

Xie Weiyan refused to believe it, and begged him stubbornly.

Lord Taishu Fu bent down, grabbed his wrist, and slowly took it away, "I can't save her."

His lover was about to die, Xie Weiyan could no longer keep calm, he hugged Nalan Yanran, and said anxiously to Lord Taishu, "She still has breath, she really still has breath."

Lord Taishu turned around, leaving Xie Weiyan with a cold and heartless back, "I can't save it."

The rain continued, and so did the thunder.

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Before going back in time, in this battle, it was Nalan Yanran who gave Xie Weiyan a punishment of three palms in exchange for Xie Weiyan's escape. Although Xie Weiyan was seriously injured and lost and fell into the Void Spiritual Realm, after all, both of them were still there, and there was still hope.

Now Nalan Yanran died to save Lord Taishu,

Xie Weiyan was numb from the pain, physically and mentally exhausted.

He took his lover's body back to the Demonic Land of Heaven, and was paralyzed by drunkenness every day, in a daze for several days.

On this day, he held Nalan Yanran in his arms and sat on the cloud couch drinking, looking at his lover's beautiful face as before, he paused while drinking, and his originally blurred eyes instantly cooled down.

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Taixu Lingjing, north of Qianfu Mountain.

The wisteria has not yet bloomed, the iron chains are connected on the edge of the cliff, and a corner of the green pine stone steps hidden in the dense fog is exposed.

The starlight transformed by Jianxin broke through the clouds and fell far away.

Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace.

The hall was lingering in the cold air, and Taoist Taiwei, who was sitting in the hall, was concentrating on meditation, when he noticed a letter of sword coming from above the palace, he couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes.

"Who sent the letter?" His voice was cold.

Daotong took the sword letter from the sky, opened the door of the palace and walked in cautiously, "It's a letter from Lord Taishu, please have a look at it." He presented it respectfully.

Lord Taishufu lived over [-] years old, even though he had achieved half-step ascension, he was still stuck in this half-step ascension and could not make any progress.

It has been more than 1000 years since his biological father took over the Taishu Huan Mansion, and during these 1000 years, the only pleasure he has had is to teach his children, even though they are not his own.

Outside the cloud platform, the waterfall flies.

Lord Taishu looked at the deep pool in the distance, and said lightly, "You let her out?"

Nalan Liuyue's face was pale with self-blame, and his eyes were red, which was obviously caused by depression, "...It's all my fault. If I hadn't softened my heart, my sister would not have suffered such a catastrophe."

The temperament of a son, a father can understand better than anyone else.

Lord Taishu gave his son a dark look, "The matter has come to this, and there is no point in blaming yourself."

"What about the younger sister? Father just let that Dongli Daoist take the younger sister to the Heavenly Cang Demon Land?"

Lord Taishu was silent for a long time, "Your sister will come back sooner or later."

Nalan Liuyue's fingers turned white, her eyes showed hatred, "Father just let Xie Weiyan go like this? If it wasn't for him, my sister wouldn't have died!"

The author has something to say: Applause for the acting emperor Nalan Liuyue.

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