I ran away after slag Xianzun

It was indeed as Gu Jian expected.

At the bottom of the cliff, Sovereign Yuan only took a closer look at An Ran's wound, then frowned.

This is clearly injured by the Lihun Bell of Mu Yunzong? !

But you can't say this in front of everyone, you need to avoid suspicion.

He and Mu Zongzhu looked at each other and didn't speak for a while, but they knew each other well.

While others are still talking.

"If it's not the Little Demon King, who else? Can An Ran be hurt so badly? Is it innocent? He was injured just now, how is it possible?"

"It must not be the Little Demon King!" An Ran gritted his teeth with hatred, but he was determined.

"Who is that?"

……

After discussing for a long time, suddenly, Daomao stepped out and looked at An Ran for a moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

But the tone is very sure, "This should be a trick or some kind of spiritual weapon."

One sentence awakened An Ran, and he immediately understood.

"That's right, if it's the Little Demon King, there should be a demonic aura lingering in this ancient world at this time, it's impossible to be so peaceful."

Except for the Little Demon King, the few people above were injured and injured, and those who had no spiritual power had no spiritual power.

Vulnerable--

Relying on the strength of a great power in the cultivation world at the bottom of the cliff, it shouldn't be such a scene trapped at the bottom now.

In fact, these people are at odds with each other, and they are intriguing, just like a mess of loose sand, unable to condense the slightest power.

Thinking that he was knocked down from the top by someone using a cover-up method, An Ran's face suddenly became gloomy, he endured the pain and stood up, his eyes swept over the faces of the people around him.

In the end, he made a decisive decision and led a few disciples to climb up again.

"I don't believe it, but with the few people above, can we still be trapped at the bottom of the cliff?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Yuan Zongzhu meaningfully.

"Sect Master Yuan, if you are afraid, you can stay here."

Sect Master Yuan waved at him calmly, not paying attention to the suggestions and provocations in his tone.

"I'll go up with you."

After all, the two are powerful in the realm of comprehension, with a snap of their fingers, they jumped up, and within a moment, they stood on the cliff.

The Muyun Sect's palace stands majestically, surrounded by clouds, the door of the main hall is tightly closed, and the surrounding area is quiet.

Sect Master Yuan closed his eyes to feel it. After a while, he opened his eyes and suddenly said, "They have already left."

As soon as these words came out, An Ran's complexion changed, and his face was full of disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

He took a few steps forward, looked around, closed his eyes and checked the surrounding aura, and there was indeed no demonic aura.

"We were stuck at the bottom of the cliff just now, can they still spread their wings and run?"

Yuan Zongzhu said: "There is a small mountain road covered by weeds behind here."

An Ran's face changed again and again, and he sneered, "Sect Master Yuan is trying to cover them, right? Knowing that there is a small mountain road at the bottom of the cliff that has been dragged up for so long, I have to wonder if you and them are right? Together?"

There are only the two of them here, and no one else has come up yet.

Sovereign Yuan was no longer polite to him. He had a gentle face, but his words were like sharp knives, "So what if I shield them? Now go down and tell those people, how many people will believe you? An Ran, since you and I After losing the battle for the head of the Immortal League, do you think you still have a chance to compete with me?"

These words really pierced deep in An Ran's heart, and his expression immediately became distorted.

The extremely cold disdain on Yuan Zongzhu's face was a kind of contempt from above.

He didn't even bother to pretend in front of him.

An Ran almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and the hand holding the weapon couldn't help tightening, almost violently.

However, Sect Master Yuan glanced at him lightly and said, "Let's go, go and see where they went."

An Ran endured and endured, this is not the time to clash with him, as long as he catches that group of people and kills the leader of the Muyun Sect in collusion with Mo Mei, the reputation of the Muyun Sect will be greatly reduced. At that time, Sect Master Yuan is forced to abdicate to let the virtuous. In the cultivation world, there are not many people who can rival him now. Once he resigns, then this position will belong to him.

Thinking of this, An Ran forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and followed the man with a gloomy face.

The two of them bypassed the empty hall, passed through a dense bamboo forest, and indeed saw a small mountain road covered by weeds, winding crookedly downward.

At this time, halfway up the mountain, the bridge was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the bottom could not be seen. The group of people might have escaped.

Sect Master Yuan looked at it for a while, and said: "They should be going to the ice field at this time, let's chase them."

After that, he didn't look at An Ran, and walked straight back.

An Ran looked at the road and thought for a moment. Judging from Wu Wang's words just now, it is not difficult to judge that they should indeed go in the direction of the ice field.

only……

He stared at Sect Master Yuan's back, unable to understand what this person was thinking, so if what they chased and caught was his chief disciple, and Mu Yunzong was also implicated, would he really not be afraid?

What is this man thinking?

The two have been fighting for these years, and he feels that he has never seen through this person.

ill.

Yes, there is a problem.

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Across the border line, there is an endless ice sheet.

The so-called ice field, as the name suggests, is the extreme north, covered in ice for thousands of miles, and the eyes are full of white snow, extending to the endless horizon, and the icebergs that have not melted for thousands of years stand tall and remain motionless.

A group of people hunted two spirit deer on the road, built a simple deer cart, and used it as a shelter from the wind, all the way to the north.

As soon as he entered the ice field, Jiang Meiqing immediately understood why Mo Mei's cultivation was so low.

In such a gloomy and cold weather, the spiritual power is extremely consumed, and the spiritual sea in the body is congested, making it difficult to practice.

And the Little Demon King, as an outstanding alien, was born with a deep spiritual sea, a physique that is different from ordinary people, and has no obstacles in cultivation. He can be called a rare genius in their group for hundreds of years.

It's no wonder that these monsters repeatedly entered the Central Plains, desperate to rescue the little demon king.

Jiang Meiqing huddled in Wu Wang's arms trembling all over, and the two of them rode in a deer cart together, cuddling each other to keep warm.

Wuwang looked down at him and saw that his face was pale with cold, while hugging him tightly, he raised his hand, put it on his back, and slowly poured spiritual energy into it.

Jiang Meiqing grabbed his hand.

"Don't, don't waste your spiritual power. If they catch up later, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle."

Wuwang didn't listen to him, and the movements of his hands didn't stop.

His expression was meticulous, "Is your body made of iron?"

Jiang Meiqing looked at his cold eyes, and the warm spiritual power poured in from behind, making him so comfortable that he couldn't help but murmur softly.

Wrapping Wu Wang's thin waist, he couldn't help getting closer.

"The Immortal Venerable is really nice."

Wuwang paused for a moment, but didn't speak.

Rubbing and rubbing, Jiang Meiqing caught a glimpse of something falling from her waist out of the corner of her eyes.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but it turned out to be a paper contract, which was the fairy contract he made with Wu Wang at that time.

I saw that the writing on it was clear, and it said: until the beginning of winter.

Jiang Meiqing was stunned for a moment, until the beginning of winter?

He was puzzled, didn't he say it was the beginning of autumn?Why is it until the beginning of winter?

What he thought at the time was that a few months of double cultivation would be enough, and the beginning of autumn has long passed, but why did the word become "beginning of winter"?

He raised his eyes to look at Wu Wang, but he didn't expect Wu Wang to be looking at him too, his eyes were heavy and there seemed to be no surprises, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

He raised the contract in Yang's hand, "Immortal Venerable, this is?"

Wu Wang raised his eyelids, and said in a cool tone, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

"Did I say it wrong at the time? I remember it was Lidong, or did I remember it wrong?"

Wu Wang looked at the contract in his hand, his face was expressionless, and he asked instead: "Do you want to end it?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Why does he feel that Wuwang's words are always a little bit needled now?He was never like this before!

Jiang Meiqing thought about it for a while, and weighed her words, "According to the contract, our double cultivation is indeed not finished yet, maybe I remembered it wrong at the time, it was until the beginning of winter..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist.

Wuwang's hands held him tightly, and anger jumped from both sides of his eyes.

Jiang Meiqing took a slight breath, and was about to complain, but seeing Wu Wang's expression, she felt something different.

He likes him.

He doesn't want it to end?

He wants to be with him?

Jiang Meiqing thought that her skin was so thick that it was impeccable, so she slowly put away the paper contract in her hand and put it in her waist.

Then he leaned back, leaned on Wu Wang's shoulder, and stared at him with a half-smile.

Sure enough, as soon as he showed this look, Wu Wang felt a little uncomfortable, and looked away calmly.

But Jiang Meiqing refused to let him turn his face away, so she chased after him, brought her face close to him, stared at him unblinkingly, until the tips of his ears turned red.

"Xianzun is shy?"

He couldn't help laughing.

The big ice cube in front of me is made of paper, and it will break if you poke it.

Wu Wang got annoyed, pinched the back of his neck like pinching a snow fox, and carried him away.

At this moment, Jiang Meiqing's body was much more comfortable, so she began to feel restless.

This temporary deer cart was originally narrow and cramped, but he still refused to sit quietly, rubbing back and forth in Wuwang's arms, stroking his eyebrows for a while, studying his Adam's apple for a while, going up and down He kept moving, making people blush.

"Hiss—" Wuwang suddenly let out a soft cry.

Jiang Meiqing was startled, and her movements froze.

Then he realized that something was wrong with the man under him.

Looking up at the person, I saw the expression in his eyes surging, as if a hook had been buried.

He didn't dare to move anymore, they were all men, and he knew what that meant.

Wu Wang gave him a serious look, took a deep breath, and forced himself to look away.

The wind and snow outside still continued, Jiang Meiqing knew she had done something wrong, so she nestled in Wu Wang's arms without daring to move.