This is My Planet

Yan Wuyue, who was obviously tossed miserably, walked shoulder to shoulder with Yin Xiaoru, very chic, as if the person who was paralyzed just now was not her, as if nothing had happened.

It's really called me Yan Wuyue, why should I fudge all my life.

On the contrary, Xia Guixuan, who seemed to be flying away on the cloud, sat on the cloud and did not leave. After watching the two women get into Yin Xiaoru's chubby car, he raised his finger and looked at the traces left on his fingertips.

What the hell, to do such a thing.

It still feels quite exciting.

I don't know if it's called following one's inclinations or falling into obsession. This kind of thing is often separated by a thin line, and it's hard to tell.

The hardest thing to tell is that everyone is different, and to an old pedant, for example, is depravity.

But for a Xia Empress and Immortal Emperor, right?

Xia Guixuan admitted that this was indeed his former factor, which he spurned and hid for many, many years, and thought that it was something that must be erased.

The lust in the deepest part of the way of heaven can't be eradicated even by God the Father.

The difference between Buddha and demon is nothing more than... degree, right?

Burned, or reborn?

Xia Guixuan took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts, sensed Ling Moxue's position, and appeared beside him in an instant.

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Ling Moxue is currently downloading a copy.

That is, the experience in the secret realm that they mastered in Tiandao Sect.

It is said that it is experience, in fact, it has many meanings.

In this organization, the skin is the Association of Immortal Cultivators, the bone is the Tian Taoism, the association is a scattered force, but the core believers are an extremely considerable force, which even includes many high-level human beings in Daxia, including high-ranking officials.

According to the previous plan, this is a force that can change the color of mountains and rivers.

After being disturbed by the Godfather, at this time the leader Shang Zhaoye's identity as a god-descendant priest was exposed, and many elders were all god-descendants. I am afraid that it will be difficult to continue to make trouble in human society. Either the insider Ling Moxue will be slaughtered, or they can only withdraw collectively.

But Ling Moxue obviously couldn't kill him, so he could only pitifully withdraw from this century-old plan, and leave it to the future to see if he could reach some agreements with Ling Moxue.

I don't know that Shang Zhaoye slandered this messy Father God so much in his heart.

Ling Moxue has been in the internal layout of Tiandao Sect for some time before, and with the status of Holy Maiden, her own practice has risen rapidly, and now is the time to successfully accept the influence. Choosing to go to the secret realm, one is to run in with the forces, and the other is to show off one's own practice, to frighten the dissatisfied.

She also has the meaning of experience, she has gained a lot from Xia Guixuan, a battle against Zelt is not enough to fully digest, but the ancient land of the gods is more suitable for sharpening her sword cultivation.

Before bidding farewell to Xia Guixuan, Ling Moxue wanted to practice hard, not only to improve her strength, but also to sharpen her sword heart so as not to always fall into that strange lingering thought of men and women, which is not good for Dao. I don’t know if it’s emotional admiration to please a man who made himself a female slave. It’s like hell. It’s not bad if you don’t hate him according to common sense...

You must straighten your mind, eh.

To the Holy Maiden, ahead...

An elder in black reported respectfully, but he couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

Ling Moxue's sharp eyes were like a sword, staring at him coldly, the lingering icy sword intent pierced into the bone marrow, and the soul seemed to be pierced and frozen under the sword intent.

The elder blessed his heart, and quickly changed his words: Master.

The sword intent subsided, and Ling Moxue gave a faint hmm.

The high-ranking members of Tiandao Sect around and a large number of core believers behind them all looked at their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and noses, and said nothing.

This saint... no, the leader's practice has really become more and more fierce, and so is her temperament, which is as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword. Compared with the previous unfathomable former leader, it may be a little more direct, but the effect is the same. You don't need to speak, just looking at you can make people breathless.

I was a little bit dissatisfied, thinking that this girl is too young and has no strength, so I dare not make a sound at this time.

The elder who reported heaved a sigh of relief: The front is already the heart of time, and if you enter under the sun, you will be confused in time and space. If the leader still wants to enter, you should choose the elders in the later stage of Huiyang to protect...

Ling Moxue asked, What's inside?

We don't know. Before coming with the former leader, we always stopped outside, and the former leader entered alone. The former leader has revealed that the space and time are confused inside, which is extremely dangerous. Only Huiyang can't enter, and we don't know if there are other monsters. The leader had better find out before entering.

Ling Moxue pondered, these non-core places were already quite strange before, although there were no monsters, but with the natural invasion of time and fantasy, people would fall into illusions and nightmares, and the bizarre past and future were intertwined in the sea of ​​consciousness. Those with insufficient practice and weak will can easily get lost in the long river of time, unable to find the present and themselves.

This is really good for cultivators to sharpen their minds, and it is even more beneficial for the stability of her sword heart. After experiencing the illusions in these areas and the invasion of time, Ling Moxue felt that she could see her own heart more clearly, like a sharpened sword, which could reflect all ghosts, illuminate the dust in her heart, and break through all emptiness and falsehood.

This is called the heart of the sword is transparent.

But after all, without the tempering of blood and fire, it is not sharp enough, not bold enough, this is not a sword, but a mirror.

If you can't break the shackles in your heart, and you can't break free from the cage of yourself, what is practice?

The four elders come in with me, and the others are practicing outside. Ling Moxue strode into the crack ahead, which is the heart of intertwined time and space.

The four elders—the cronies who had accompanied her to find the holy blood, some strong men cultivated by the Ling family, and some solid allies who were high-level human beings, all looked at each other and followed.

As soon as she stepped into the crack, Ling Moxue's mind exploded.

It's obviously just a deep underground cave, and it shouldn't be too big, but the vast universe in front of my eyes, I can't see the up and down, the past and the present, lost and wandering, like falling into a dream.

In the dream, there was a sea of ​​blood all over the sky, without end.

On the sea of ​​blood, I knelt in the air, facing the coercion of the heaven, earth and sky, my back was drenched in cold sweat, the awe of the heaven and the earth, and the pursuit of the Tao, throbbing in the soul again and again, knelt down irresistibly, and said Master from the soul.

Deep down in my heart, I was dissatisfied and resisted, but I was lost and unable to struggle.

Time, the most fragile sight.

It is also an inescapable sinking, the surrender of tiny human beings facing the heaven and the earth.

Jian Xin told himself that this is no longer an ordinary illusion, it is the tearing of time, there is real pulling damage from the soul leaving the body, if you can't break free, you may fall into the sea of ​​blood below forever, the soul wanders, and the body becomes a shell.

But how to break free?

Jian Xin also told himself that someone behind him had malicious intentions...someone clearly had a way to resist the illusion here, but he didn't say anything, waiting for him to come in, and then...

Sneak attack?

There was already a chill coming from behind, frost piercing to the bone.

Want to dodge, but can't move, the soul is in the past, the body is in the present, there is no power to unify.

But this... was something Ling Moxue had expected. She has a big killer, and she is also luring the enemy.

Warmth came from the sword in his hand.

The frozen sea of ​​blood seems to be flowing, like the long river of time. Among the waves and ripples, there is the origin of the mother star. It seems that Xuanyuan's war drum is beating, the compass car coincides with the Big Dipper, and the ancient Chinese emperor holds a sword to worship the sky.

The frail woman knelt down in Kunlun and took silk from silkworms to keep out the cold in the world.

A monstrous flood flooded the world, heroes broke through the Kyushu, and the tripod kept the world safe.

For some reason, the beginning of the civilization of these mother planets flashed through, and it was not enough. Maybe it has something to do with the sword in the hand, the sword of the mountains and rivers, the sword of breaking the sky with people.

Clang!

The sword in his hand cut through time and pierced into the sea of ​​blood.

The illusion was shattered, and in the crystal mist of time, Ling Moxue's long hair fluttered and her white clothes looked like blood. A long sword pierced into the chest of the elder behind him.

You... The elder whispered incredulously, You have already prepared?

Of course. Ling Moxue said lightly: Although the news of the holy blood was leaked by Shang Zhaoye on purpose, you may not be to blame...but she knew when I absorbed the holy blood. Of course, there are spies around me. And you are not Shang Zhaoye's spies, but a spy who instigates discord, with ulterior motives.

The other elders were terrified, standing beside them with swords in their hands, at a loss.

Shang Zhaoye gave up this place and fled south. I am left here as a young saint who was not even Huiyang a few days ago. There are many people who are dissatisfied... Someone is trying to provoke me and Shang Zhaoye. Of course, I think this is a good opportunity. In the late stage of Huiyang, I can find a chance to suppress this saint. I am the master of this sect...

Ling Moxue suddenly smiled as she spoke: In this psychedelic time, no one knows what's going on around them. Of course, it's the best time. Maybe I can make this saint sink into slavery, right? Otherwise, the first fantasy I faced, why is it the illusion of sinking? This is the result of you exerting external force to guide it. Being a woman is very difficult. There are always men who don't know the so-called slavery.

You... The elder said with difficulty, clutching the blade of the sword on his chest, How could you... break free... This is the heart of time illusion that only Qian Yuan can struggle...

The meaning of Xuanyuan, the cauldron of King Yu, man can conquer the sky, what is time? Ling Moxue drew his sword back to its sheath.

The elder fell to the ground with a bang, and he did not rest his eyes when he was about to die. He didn't understand what Ling Moxue said in the last few words.

Ling Moxue glanced sharply at the other three elders, and all three of them took half a step back in fear, and said one after another: Master, we are not with him.

Ling Moxue doesn't care if they are in the same group or not, maybe some are, some are not, and some are just waiting and watching. But there is no need to reveal it anymore, the meaning of Liwei has been achieved.

I see, you guys go out, I'll feel it myself here. Ling Moxue stopped looking at them, and her slender figure walked into the dense mist in the middle of Shi Huan, straight as a sword.

The three elders retreated in sweat profusely, and no one dared to despise the heart of this young saint again.

In the middle of the mist, a man's figure appeared.

Ling Moxue stood straight in front of him, watching quietly.

Xia Guixuan also looked at her quietly.

Ling Moxue's cold and sharp eyes gradually changed, as if waves of water were rippling over the sword, and there was a blurred tenderness.

None of the frightened elders would have thought that the leader, who had just established a new authority in everyone's hearts, would slowly bend his straight waist at this moment, like a sharp sword wrapped around his fingers and smashed to the ground.

He bowed his head and said in a low voice: Master.

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PS: Going to see a doctor in the afternoon, the update in the evening may be delayed, see how long the hospital delays, try to be on time.