Prosperous Beauty System

The drizzle was fluttering, the stagnant water splashed everywhere, and the forest was foggy and rainy.

Xie Weiyan sat leaning on the tree, and threw down the black sword in his hand with a "bang", the long sleeves of his cloud coat were soaked by the rain, and his black hair was spread around wetly.

The small wounds on the arms and thighs pierced by the sword energy are still bleeding out, and because the whole body is soaked, it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

There is a glimmer of light in the cascading dark clouds, which is a sign that the rain has stopped.Xie Weiyan took a breath, clutching his bleeding right arm and moved back until his back touched the thick tree trunk, and the leaves blocked all the rain, he was slightly relieved.

This is a dark forest thousands of miles north of Shenfu Palace, so named because of the perennial red mist and no sunlight.

Although Xie Weiyan knew that this place was barren, he had never been here. In the past few days, he was annoyed by King Beichen's pursuit, and he couldn't get rid of him, so he went into the dark forest alone.

Because of the red mist in the dark forest, there is no smoke of alien beasts. The terrain here is steep and the mountains are continuous. It takes a lot of effort for monks to get out, let alone mortals.

Knowing this, Xie Weiyan hid in calmly.

After half a quarter of an hour, the rain stopped suddenly, but the dark clouds did not disperse.

Xie Weiyan thought to himself, that Beichen Wang Xu is also tired of chasing him, and has already returned home.He took out the pill from the Qiankun in his sleeve, ate two pills with a calm expression, and then jumped down from the tree.

The red mist in the forest is gradually rising, and the coolness is coming.

Xie Weiyan picked up the black sword on the ground, grabbed the cloud sleeve and tore off a piece, and wiped the mud on the sword for his magic weapon.

"Dao Guangming Kuro."

The slender fingertips flicked the sword body lightly, Xie Weiyan held the sword in one hand, and let out a soft snort.

A cold light flashed through the fog, hundreds of trees fell with a bang, and countless splashes of water were splashed.

……

……

After a breath, Xie Weiyan stood above the forest out of thin air.

With fluttering long sleeves and fluttering clothes, the young man with a burning complexion stood with his sword in his hands. With a frown between the young man's brows, countless silver lights turned into stars, and broke through the clouds in the sky far away.

After sending the letter, Xie Weiyan planned to go back to Shenfu Palace. He put the black sword back into his sleeve, and was about to strike a trick with his fingertips, but a cold hand reached out from behind and held Xie Weiyan's cool hand.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time." The voice beside the ear was also as ruthless as moonlight.

Xie Weiyan's pupils shrank, and his fingertips tightened almost reflexively, "King Beichen."

The streamer of light danced in the sky, and the white clouds were torn apart, turning into thousands of silver lights, and gradually solidified into a slender figure.

With black robes and arrow sleeves, a childlike face with white hair, and a black sword case on his back, the figure of this person is like a bright moonlight, his face is like silver frost, he is indeed King Beichen.

Xie Weiyan's body froze, his fingertips were held by someone, he couldn't summon any magic weapon that was beneficial to him.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Beichen King's clothes fluttering in the wind are embroidered with intricate Taoist patterns, his voice remains unchanged, still as cold as the moonlight, "Thousands of jade lamps."

"That's something gifted to me by Shulan Demon Ancestor." Xie Weiyan sneered, "Unexpectedly, you, the mighty Beichen King, are also a hypocrite. What is the difference between the so-called righteous monks and our demon cultivators?"

The sound of the clothes rattling in the air was exceptionally clear, and King Beichen held Xie Weiyan's fingertips firmly, pulling Xie Weiyan into his arms.

The other party's chest didn't have the slightest warmth, only ice-cold, Xie Weiyan's eyes froze, "You!"

King Beichen didn't speak, Wan Dao Liuguang tore apart again, gradually tearing the figure of the person behind him.

"I have heard that a thousand jade lamps can recognize two masters."

King Beichen let go of Xie Weiyan, and there was no sign of joking in his expression, "Although I mean it, I don't know what you mean."

how about?

how about? !

Xie Weiyan turned around and sneered, "I'm really happy." After saying that, he summoned a thunderbolt with a black sword in his hand.

……

Xie Weiyan has already ascended in half a step, his cultivation base is so unpredictable that the demon cultivators all over the world are in awe, but this Beichen King does not know what his cultivation base is, and he blocks all Xie Weiyan's attacks easily, without any change in his expression.

Thousands of thunderbolts shot down from the dark clouds, destroying the dark forest in sevens and eighties.

King Beichen put away the radiant long scroll floating in mid-air, his voice was cold, "I have something to do, and I need a thousand jade lamps."

Xie Weiyan tried his best to support his body, and when he heard this, he smiled coldly, "What does this have to do with me?"

King Beichen walked up to him, took off his coat, and put it on Xie Weiyan, "It's really none of your business."

His figure was stretched and straight like a pine bamboo, but his appearance and temperament did not change at all, it was still as bright as the moonlight, and his face was like silver frost.

Xie Weiyan patted his outstretched hand away, "Don't touch me!" His voice was sharp.

King Beichen paused.

At this moment, countless stars fell from the clouds far away.

……

……

The fragments of memory flashed by, and before Xie Weiyan came back to his senses, he heard a cold voice from the bow, "Who is there?"

Under the moonlight, a beautiful face appeared, it was Xie Yan.

"This subordinate has met the young master." He said respectfully.

Jiang Zhuiyue turned around and looked at him, "Why don't you sleep in the boat?"

Xie Weiyan was keenly aware of the coldness in his eyes, "The waves are too loud, and my subordinates can't sleep, so they want to come out for a walk."

Jiang Zhuiyue seemed to have something important to do, he frowned and asked Xie Yan to back down without asking too much.

Xie Weiyan stepped back respectfully, and glanced at King Beichen who was beside Jiang Zhuyue without any trace of his gaze.

And the cold as moonlight King Beichen looked indifferent, his eyes fell on the sea far away, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the movement behind him.

Xie Weiyan returned to the room and saw that the room was brightly lit, knowing that Takizawa was awake, so he opened the door and walked in.

"Where did you go just now?" Takizawa sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, closing his eyes and concentrating.

"Can't sleep, go out for a walk."

Takizawa slowly opened his eyes, "Have you seen the young master?"

Xie Yan sat leaning against the window, and asked curiously, "Who is that person accompanying the young master?"

Takizawa shifted his gaze to him, his lips were pale, "I don't know."

Xie Yan was stunned.

On the bow, the moonlight is hazy.

Jiang Zhuiyue's face was pale, his fingers clenched into fists, and he coughed against his lips for a long time, "...that's how it happened. If it wasn't for being too terribly spiritual, I wouldn't have taken so many monks out to sea."

King Beichen didn't seem to hear his cough, he still stood coldly in the distance.

Seeing that he showed no mercy, Jiang Zhuiyue couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment in his eyes, "... I have to thank King Beichen for this matter."

Seeing that he had finally finished speaking, King Beichen turned around and left.