Prosperous Beauty System

Purple-black thunderbolts struck down from the eerie sky, visions appeared everywhere, and the sounds of the sky dazzled.

Dots of broken light the size of fireflies emerged from under the black tower, and gradually solidified into slender figures. The monks holding golden and jade artifacts looked cold and floated in mid-air as soon as they appeared, holding a long sword or wishful thinking.

When Wu Sheng saw that among the people, the leader was a handsome swordsman wearing a black swallowtail crown, dressed in a cool-colored Taoist robe, with blood-colored lines carved on the center of his brow, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"I've met Daoist Taiwei!" She hurriedly waved her wide sleeves, and stepped forward in two hurried steps to salute.

Tai Wei didn't move his eyes, but stared at the 98-storey black tower in front of him without any warmth.

The dragon and lightning flashed above the black tower, and the black clouds seemed to be overwhelming the city.

Ancestor Yi Dao gave Wu Sheng a cold look, and fell to the ground, "Wu Sheng, where is the setting sun?"

Wu Sheng was in a bad mood, "When Junior Sister saw the innate vision, she knew something was wrong with the Black Tower, so she went to investigate the situation."

A cold light flashed in Daozu's eyes, and Wu Sheng was swept away like a falling swallow, hitting the black tower.

"At a young age, he was full of lies."

"Okay." Standing in mid-air, another Daoist Kun daoist gave a soft sigh, with anger hidden in her voice, "Junior brother, the immediate concern is how to calm this vision."

Daozu listened to the words of his fellow senior sisters, so he stopped.

Wu Sheng felt so distressed that she couldn't tell, and she didn't know where her junior sister had gone.

Since the junior sister locked the crane in the black tower that day, she has disappeared, and she has searched all over the Taixu Spiritual Realm for the past few days, but there is no trace.

"Thank you Daozu for your mercy." Wu Sheng propped himself up from the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his long sleeve.

Kun Dao Nv Dao Ancestor never looked at her, but said to Tai Wei with a serious expression, "Master, why don't you let me enter the pagoda."

"Junior sister can't!"

Before Taiwei made a statement, several male cultivators raised their voices against it.

……

The Void Formation is extraordinary, and the first Daozong of Taixu Daomen chose to suppress it under the black tower instead of sealing it because of this.

Among the Dao ancestors present, only Kun Dao's cultivation base has reached the Tianshu state, and she is only one step away from the half-step ascension.

"Brothers, you don't need to say too much." The female cultivator held the sword in her backhand, and her whole body turned into a sharp sword that shot up to the sky, and rushed away from the tower.

"Bang—" There is an enchantment outside the tower, and it cannot be hit.

The nun sacrificed thousands of sharp swords, trying to cut off the uncontrolled barrier, but was swallowed instead.

Seeing the golden light of the black pagoda getting stronger and stronger, the female cultivator felt awe-inspiring, turned back into a star and fell in front of the Taoist ancestors.

"Uncle, the void formation has opened!"

The complexions of the Dao ancestors changed greatly, "How to activate the Void Formation without the Daozong letter seal! Don't talk nonsense, junior sister!"

……

Under the lightning, Taiwei's robe rattled, and he stood up holding the sword, his voice was cold and cold, "You can tell if it's open or not."

A sword slashed in the air, and the dark clouds suddenly changed, and then slashed, the sound of the sky disappeared, and slashed again, and the barrier split.

Standing with the sword behind her back, Taiwei turned into shattered light and fell into the black tower.

The black tower is no longer the same as before, but in another space.

Xie Weiyan managed to materialize the formation in the pagoda, but found himself back in Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace.

No, it can't be said to be "returning", after all, this is just the deepest memory in his heart.

Xie Weiyan stood on the veranda in silence for a long time, he put away the black sword and walked towards his bedroom.

The clouds outside the palace wall changed, and thousands of rays spread out.

Xie Weiyan saw some flower shadows in the corner of the wall, and couldn't help but pause, "The wisteria is blooming?"

"Back to Taoist Lord, there are no four seasons in the Taixu Spiritual Realm. Once the wisteria blooms, it often takes several years to fall."

Xie Weiyan looked back, and at some point behind him were two little Taoist boys.

He walked in along the veranda, saw flying cranes hovering in the dojo, and asked, "Why is the palace so lively today?"

The Taoist boys were about to answer, but they saw a slender male cultivator with a handsome face coming from the other side of the corridor.

"Taiwei Taoist Lord."

"Taiwei Taoist Lord."

……

Xie Weiyan was startled, looked up and saw Jiang Lin walking towards him.

"Have you finished approving your Cambodian letter today?"

Maybe the past was too familiar, or maybe the memory of the two people's lingering love is still engraved in the soul, Xie Weiyan subconsciously went to meet him, and was held in Jiang Lin's arms.

"Approved."

Jiang Lin lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "You are not in good health, why don't you rest in the palace?"

Xie Weiyan frowned and said, "Your palace is already deserted, and the bedroom is even less popular. Although I like quietness, I don't like dead places."

"Don't you like those cranes?" Jiang Lin was at a loss in his heart.

The lingering sound of the golden bell came from nowhere, Xie Weiyan opened his mouth, and could only watch Jiang Lin's figure disappear into the corridor.

His mind was empty, "Too Wei?"

No one responded, and the entire Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace fell into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Xie Weiyan called again, "Jiang Lin?"

Still no one answered.

He walked towards the bedroom in a panic, and when he passed through the wisteria forest, he saw a cold figure standing under the palace wall.

Black-colored crown, cool-colored Taoist robe.

The handsome monk with a cold expression stood in the corridor, holding his sword.

"Too small."

Xie Weiyan breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and stepped forward, "Where did you go just now? I can't find you anywhere."

Taiwei paused, turned his head, and saw a young man with black hair and thin eyebrows, and a long-sleeved cloud coat.

The shape is like morning glow and moonlight, and the color is like snow piled up on flowers and trees.

It is the color of the water that burns like a face.

Xie Weiyan didn't notice his strangeness, but leaned in his arms as usual, "You didn't see me just now, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart."

There was only coldness in Taiwei's eyes, the long sword in his sleeve was fighting, and he wanted to break his sleeve and get out.

Xie Weiyan's heart palpitations suddenly started, he resisted the pain in his heart, and tightly held Taiwei's hand tightly.

"Heart hurts again?" Tai Wei hugged him horizontally, there was no coldness in his voice, but no tenderness either.

Xie Weiyan embraced him with both arms, allowing the spiritual power that did not belong to him to wander around.

Taiwei relieved his pain with spiritual power, "You are not in good health, why don't you rest in the bedroom?"

Xie Weiyan's pale face has improved a lot, "Your palace is already deserted, and today you haven't even seen a single Taoist boy."

The rays of light in the sky began to shrink, and the shadows of wisteria flowers trembled.

Taiwei hugged him and walked into the bedroom, "I have neglected you these few days."

Xie Weiyan moved his fingers, "Why do you say that?"

But Taiwei stopped talking, put him on the cloud bed in the hall, and got up to leave.

Xie Weiyan grabbed his hand from behind, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, "Are you still angry?"

Too little to move.

Xie Weiyan tightened her fingers, "I said that day that there will be no third person in this life, and I also said that I will never associate with Nalan Yanran again. What are you angry about?"

Tai Wei turned around, the young man had long black hair tied up, a long-sleeved cloud coat, and a greasy complexion, like the color of water.

He is, Xie Weiyan.

The author has something to say: This is how blackening is developed.