Walk out of the hall.
A faint smile played on Fen Jue's lips.
"Did you see that?"
"Of course, I'm not stupid."
Gingerbread traced the pattern on the key. “Those people at the birthday banquet only dared to peek at me secretly, not dare to come and provoke me. This shows that my younger brother is quite favored by Immortal Lord Qinglian.”
“You can tell from the fact that my clothes are much more expensive than those other people’s that this older brother treats his younger brother well.”
"Why would I order him to do something dangerous?"
"Oh? How do you know it's dangerous?" Fen Jue's gaze lingered on her confident little face.
“Look at how anxious he was when he urged me, and there wasn’t a trace of brotherly affection in his eyes. All I saw in his eyes was cold-bloodedness.” Ginger Cake paused, searching her mind for the right words to describe it, “like the eyes of a demon, cold and sinister.”
"Very good, I haven't taught you for nothing."
Gingerbread puffed out her cheeks. "Hmph, look how amazing you are! It's all your doing. Is it possible that I'm also very smart and talented?"
Fen Jue turned his head away, suppressing a laugh, cleared his throat, and said back, "That's true."
"You're naturally intelligent," he thought to himself.
If you ask Gingerbread why it knows Ice Valley.
Whenever she reached a crossroads, an ice-blue butterfly would always guide her, making it impossible for her not to recognize it.
"Nine Heavens Tower, Nine Heavens Tower, your services are too comprehensive." She looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.
The unchanging, white sky suddenly flashed.
"Huh? It's a tower spirit, isn't it? It's quite mischievous."
Her almond-shaped eyes scanned her surroundings in surprise. "Nine Heavens Tower, you can understand me, right?"
this time.
Nothing happens.
Gingerbread muttered something under his breath.
Burning Extinction: "The tower spirit is aloof and arrogant, rarely paying attention to those who attempt to break into the tower. I guess it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision."
"So that's how it is."
They soon arrived at the Frozen Valley.
Blue frost covered the valley.
The ice was too slippery, so Gingerbread drew the Surging Waves Sword from its waist, took a step, and plunged the tip of the sword into the ice.
Look back.
Fenjue walked gracefully and freely on the ice.
She bit her lip and asked curiously, "Isn't it slippery?"
Fen Jue's eyes swept over her feet, and he reminded her, " channel your spiritual energy into your feet and let it penetrate the ice."
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Gingerbread obediently tried, circulating her spiritual energy to the soles of her feet.
At the beginning, the spirit sword was needed to maintain the balance.
I walked 100 meters.
They can already run freely on the ice.
"Hehe, I'm really amazing." She looked down at her feet and couldn't help but praise herself.
Upon hearing this, Fen Jue, standing behind him, let a subtle hint of admiration flash across her cold, beautiful phoenix eyes.
Following the instructions of Immortal Qinglian, Gingerbread quickly found the stone carving behind the fifth intersection.
She counted them; there were nine stone sculptures in total.
We walked up to the seventh stone sculpture.
Look at the shape of this stone sculpture; it resembles a giant python coiled around its body. You can tell at a glance that it's a monster.
Wouldn't inserting the key into this stone sculpture please the fake Immortal Lord Qinglian?
Gingerbread walked back and forth in front of the nine stone sculptures, with a faint, shimmering white light emanating from the seventh sculpture.
Oh, trying to seduce her?
Nine stone sculptures,
Only the eighth one emitted a dark red demonic aura.
"You're the one!"
Without hesitation, Gingerbread inserted the key directly into the hole in the eighth stone base.
moment.
The sky collapsed and the earth split.
The eighth stone sculpture slowly crumbled, revealing a man who looked exactly like the Immortal Lord Qinglian.
The fruit platter—that Immortal Lord Qinglian is fake.
at the same time.
The seventh stone statue erupted with overwhelming demonic energy.
"Qing... Yue?" Immortal Lord Qinglian frowned, holding his head with both hands. "How did you get here?"
Before Gingerbread could reply.
He hurriedly said, "Oh no! The Demon Lord has transformed into my appearance! We must go back quickly!"
I haven't taken two steps yet.
Gingerbread stopped him, "Wait, don't rush!"
Immortal Lord Qinglian looked anxious, but still patiently said, "Qingyue, don't be childish. Be careful that the Demonic Devourer doesn't cause trouble in the God Realm and harm other people's lives."
Gingerbread glanced at Fenjue and transmitted her thoughts, saying, "See that? That's how you look at your own brother."
Fenjue nodded, his expression unchanged as he gazed at the horizon.
Gingerbread looked away. "Brother, you don't need to go looking for him. He's come looking for us."
He hadn't finished speaking.
A surging, demonic aura pressed down from the horizon.
From behind the heavy dark clouds, a hoarse voice said in exasperation, "At such a young age, you have so many tricks up your sleeve. How did you discover that I am not Immortal Lord Qinglian?"
“.....”
Gingerbread was speechless.
"Everyone in the main hall is dressed in white, but you came in dressed in black. Are you afraid people won't know you're a demon?"
Stereotypes about certain demonic cultivators have increased.
"Hmph." The demonic fiend behind the black clouds sneered, "The pale white clothes are ugly as hell. We demonic cultivators have very high taste. How could we wear such mourning clothes?"
“Yes, that’s why I saw right through you the moment you walked in,” Gingerbread said bluntly.
The Demon Eater paused, then gave a disdainful snort.
"I don't care. It would be best if I could use you. If not, I will personally rescue the Purple Nether Demon Serpent."
While speaking.
A demonic cultivator, completely shrouded in black, leaped out from behind the dark clouds.
Its entire body is made up of black vine-like things, and you can even see red blood clots moving inside.
In short.
It's not very aesthetically pleasing.
Immortal Lord Qinglian drew his sword, his cold face filled with hatred for demonic possession. "Arrogant and conceited. If you hadn't set a trap, how could I have fallen for it?"
"Demon, today I will surely behead you and send your head before the Emperor to atone for your sins."
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