Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

He continued to ask, "To monopolize the Demon Realm, or to occupy the Immortal Realm as well?"

The saint's face was a little ugly: "Too ambitious."

Ziqing laughed out loud suddenly, with a somewhat sarcastic laugh: "Is it because of ambition, or because you want to survive? In the 48 cities of the Demon Realm, there are four major demon venerables. There is only one immortal in the fairy world. Perhaps the holy one has long felt that only one venerable in the demon world is enough?"

The Evil Venerable and the Ghost Venerable had already discovered it, so they did not hesitate to open the gate to the Ghost Underworld, but he did not know until now.

The saint suddenly laughed.

"Regardless of the previous events, if they opened the gate of the ghost world and colluded with the ghost cultivator, they deserve to die."

Zi Qing nodded: "I understand, now Huangquan Muzhi is here, please ask the Holy Master to undo the God-conferring spell for Master. I am also considered a reincarnation now, Xuanzun is dead, and I am now in the body of a fairy cultivator, and I wish to return with Master." Living in the world of immortal cultivation, I will never enter the world of demons again."

Shengzun's eyes were fixed on Ziqing, and seeing the calmness in his eyes, he suddenly felt unhappy: "If you want to stay in the Demon Realm, you can."

Ziqing took out a bottle from her bosom and handed it to Shengzun: "Please undo the curse of conferring gods."

Shengzun took the bottle, sighed lightly, then walked to the bedside and sat down, pressing his thumb on the center of Zi You's eyebrows.A faint red light gradually emerged from the junction, and the person on the bed seemed to be in some pain, frowning tightly.

When the light disappeared, Shengzun stood up, walked to Ziqing's side, paused, and then walked out.

The person on the bed opened his eyes, still a little dazed.

Ziqing tightly grasped the old guy's hand, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Master..."

The past flashed through Ziyou's mind, and panic was added to her pale face: "Qing'er, hurry up, it's the Holy One..."

"Master, it was the Holy One who made you sleepy. I already know what happened that day?"

"After I left that day, it would be better for me to meet the Holy One at the same place, and go to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to save you. But when I arrived at the appointed place, what I saw was not the Holy One, but the Evil One. The Evil One saw me They wanted to kill me, a fierce battle, and then the Holy One arrived, and then..."

"The Holy One cast a curse on you, and after that you were lying in this Wuhuang Palace."

"How could this be?"

"There are indeed too many four Demon Venerables in the Demon Realm, especially for the Holy Venerable, only one is enough."

Thinking of how powerful it was, Ziyou fell silent, and gave Ziqing a worried look.

"Now that I am reincarnated and reborn, I am already in the body of an immortal, and the evil spirit of the earth has been eliminated. The Holy One is no longer afraid, and will not kill me. Master, this demon world can no longer stay. I plan to go to the fairy world, but you are a demon cultivator... ..."

"No problem, if I can be with you..."

"Master, you are so blatant..." Zi Qing smiled softly.

Ziyou's old face turned red immediately, and she cursed angrily, "You scoundrel!"

"Master, don't beat me to death, who will take care of you in the future?" Ziqing stepped back a few steps.

Ziyou's eyes became even more terrifying.

Ziqing smiled and said flatteringly: "Master Mo Qi, you rest for another day, and tomorrow you will go to find a new place to stay."

Ziyou lay back on the bed with her head turned inward, not looking at Ziqing anymore.

In the early morning of the second day, the two of them packed their luggage early, but it was nothing serious, except that Ziqing collected all the valuables and clothes in the house.

I'm about to depend on the old guy for life, and I still need the money.He had ruined half his life, so it was only natural to take things like Zhuan Xiao.

An old man and a young man walked to the door with a burden on their backs, and saw a man standing there with his hands behind his back, his back to them.

Shengzun turned around, dressed in black and jade belt, with a stern face, and took a deep look at Zi Qing, there seemed to be something deep in his eyes, bottomless.

"Do you really want to go?"

Ziqing smiled and said, "Has the Holy Master's body recovered? Ziqing said goodbye."

"it is good."

Ziqing led the old guy around the Holy Venerable and walked outside.

When walking out of Shengzun's mansion, Ziqing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.Looking at the people coming and going on the main road, Ziqing felt an indescribable sense of relief.

He used to be Xuanzun, in fact he didn't feel much about Xuanzun's position, but the previous Xuanzun chose him, so he became Xuanzun.Ziqing has a lazy temperament and is used to doing whatever she wants. She doesn't want to be restrained, but she can't choose.

Then he was killed by Diqi and became a fairy cultivator, but he still carried the burden of the Demon Lord, so he thought about killing Xu Ruye at that time.

And now it's not that he abandoned the demon world, but the demon world abandoned him.There is no room for sand in Shengzun's eyes, so he leaves.

Ziqing took a deep breath, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"If you laugh again, your mouth will burst." The old guy's voice came faintly from behind.

"Old guy, if you don't laugh, your mouth will burst. It's been so many years, and you still haven't told me where the injury came from?" Zi Qing asked with a smile.

Ziyou glared at Ziqing: "What do you do so much, if you don't leave, it will be dark."

The two walked through the street with their bags on their backs, their figures disappeared at the end of the street, and then disappeared into the Demon Realm.

A hundred years of retreat is not a long time for cultivation.

It was already a hundred years later when the emperor got up and left the customs. Outside the cave, a little baby was lying on the stone and sleeping soundly.

A gust of wind blew, Su Tang suddenly felt a gust of cold air approaching, slowly opened his eyes, saw the person looking at him expressionlessly, and rolled off the stone.

"Pavilion Master, you are out of customs!"

"How long will I be in retreat?"

"Fifty-eight years."

"In the past 100 years, who has been added to Chengtian Pavilion?"

Su Tang scratched his head and thought for a long time: "Agui from the kitchen, Xiaoxiu from the gatekeeper, Doctor Wang..."

Every time Su Tang said a name, Di Qi's face darkened.

"Where's Ah Qing?"

Di Qi remembered that the man said that when he got to the place he was going, he would come back to find him.In a hundred years, I don't know how many places can be traveled.That face flashed across his mind, and Di Qi suddenly felt that he missed him very much.

During the retreat, Di Qi wanted to go out several times to see if the man had come, but he was seriously injured, and if he went out rashly, he might lose his life.Now that I came out, I couldn't wait to see that person.

"There is no one like Ah Qing in Tiande." Su Tang murmured.

Di Qi's face changed suddenly, and a bit of ferocity appeared on his gorgeous face: "You said Ah Qing didn't come?"

Su Tang's heart trembled, and he wanted to run away, but there was no way to escape on the cliff, so he could only lower his head and say, "No."

Surrounded by the air-conditioning, Su Tang reluctantly opened his mouth and said, "The others didn't come, but they brought something."

Di Qi's dim eyes suddenly lit up: "Bring the things."

There are two things sent by Ah Qing, a white hosta and a painting.

Di Qi took a look at the white jade hairpin, inexplicably feeling familiar, then carefully put the white jade hairpin aside, picked up the painting again, Di Qi spread the painting out, and suddenly froze.

The person in the painting has red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, bangs on his forehead, and a romantic look in his half-covered black eyes

The person in the painting is five points similar to the thin Ah Qing, but looks very familiar.

Di Qi looked at the painting for a long time, and suddenly froze.

Many years ago, he unintentionally saved a demon cultivator. Immortals and devils are at odds with each other, but the demon cultivator was so difficult that he pestered him to repay his favor.

That person chased him to the Immortal Realm, but he hid it very well, and would come to his Chengtian Pavilion every once in a while.

At first the emperor would throw him off Guxiu Mountain, but later on he got used to it and let him go as if he couldn't see it.

Di Qi thought it was a young and naughty demon cultivator who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be Xuanzun Ziqing, and he had the evil spirit of the earth in his body.

He is the elder who protects the meridian, and the demon cultivator with the evil spirit of the earth is the biggest threat to the celestial veins. The emperor's first reaction was to kill him.

The long sword pierced straight into the man's heart. At that moment, seeing the hateful expression on the man's face, Di Qi was suddenly at a loss.

He is the elder who protects the veins, when he released that person into the cauldron of evolution, Di Qi only had one thought in his mind.When the man's fascination dissipated, Di Qi unexpectedly became stunned.

Afterwards, there wasn't a foolish Moxiu who dangled in front of him every day.

When Immortal Venerable praised him, Di Qi was dumbfounded again.

"Di Qi, did you have a dark heart? Some time ago, the love thread that was in the Ziguan mansion of the deity almost broke free!" the immortal said teasingly.

Diqi looked straight at Xianzun.

The immortal took a deep breath: "Don't be so perverse about me, I don't like ice cubes."

After Xianzun left, Di Qi continued to be in a daze.

Di Qi slowly came back to his senses, so many years had passed in a flash.

Di Qi looked at the painting, and took out the white jade hairpin from his bosom.

When he killed the demon cultivator back then, the white jade hairpin on his head shattered to the ground. Later, a fool sent a white jade hairpin to him in a daze, and now another white jade hairpin fell into his hand .

Azusa...

Ching...

After so many years, it turned out that there was only one person who touched his heart.

It's a pity that Diqi, who is new to love, doesn't understand.

Chapter [-]

Baiming City is in the south of the Immortal World, far away from the Immortal Venerable's Ziguan Mansion, and its aura is meager, so there are very few practitioners.Among them, immortal cultivators, human beings, and demon cultivators live together. There is no second such city in the entire immortal cultivator world.

With Chufeng Street running through the north and south as the boundary, Baiming City is divided into South City and North City.The people living in the south city are rich children and immortal cultivators, while the people living in the north of the city are ordinary people and demon cultivators.

There are many pavilions in the south of Chufeng Street, the wine garden is fragrant, and there are a lot of fairy artifacts.There are many small stalls in the north, with snacks and various gadgets.

street north.

There was a man sitting behind a one-foot-high painting table. The man's black hair was tied up with a headband, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of black eyes. His face was very delicate and delicate.