No, he never allowed others to get close to him, so how could he be so intimate with a stupid outer disciple?
Xiyue decisively went to Youzhu Peak and asked for a meeting but was rejected.
"Master is not here today, please come back another day."
After indirect inquiries, he learned that the Immortal Master Qinggui had indeed ended his retreat, which meant that he was not mistaken.
Resentment surged from her heart like a tide, almost suffocating her.
Ever since that man died, he had not left that bitter and cold place for hundreds of years and was indifferent to the affairs of the Tianluan Sect.
But what does it mean now?
Xiyue suppressed the raging anger in her heart and thought calmly. Oh, I almost forgot about Song Wenjing. If I was not mistaken, he should like Ruan Mian.
Come to his residence.
The woman was smiling and chatting.
Pretending to mention it casually, "Junior Sister and Master have a very good relationship. I see them sticking together all day long."
Song Wenjing raised his eyelids and looked at her, then lowered his eyes and slowly wiped the sword, responding in a low voice.
"Don't make random guesses. The Immortal Venerable must have his reasons for doing things. We have no right to interfere."
Besides, neither he nor his junior sister had made their feelings clear, so he had no right to discipline her.
After hearing this, Xiyue understood that the other party did not want to get involved.
She turned and left, jealousy growing and multiplying in her heart like a poisonous insect.
Unreconciled.
A thick black gas emanated from the woman, and the weeds at her feet dried up in an instant.
She paid so much, but still couldn't have a place by his side. Why should an ordinary disciple with mixed spiritual roots be able to get close to him?
In a place where no one knows, Xiyue's eyes are gloomy and fierce.
Five hundred years ago.
The demon world invades the human world.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and a cold wind was howling.
Monsters emerged from the darkness, they were huge and had hideous faces.
The mortals fled in all directions.
They brandished their huge claws and sharp teeth and let out terrifying roars.
Innocent people were bitten and torn apart by demons, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams filled the entire world.
"Don't kill me! Please."
A giant mutant spider that spews corrosive liquid from its mouth, or a vicious dog from hell, born only for bloodthirstiness.
Their cultivation levels are all above the Nascent Soul stage, making them difficult to resist.
At that time, most of the cultivators from the seven major sects participated in a desperate fight with the monsters, which lasted for two days and two nights.
The spiritual power is exhausted, but it keeps coming like an endless tide.
The flames were blazing and the air was filled with smoke.
Corpses were scattered everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and countless lives were lost.
The mortal world has become a plaything of the demon world, and people can only survive in despair.
Golden light streaked across the sky, and thunder rolled down, burning the monster's body, causing it to roar in pain.
The woman standing in the air in the center is dressed in white, her temperament is as cold and pure as a lotus, and she looks like the bright moon in the sky.
Her face was calm, yet full of fierceness.
The sword in Chuxian's hand glowed with a faint light and let out a long, clear whistle.
Wherever they passed, their trunks were cut off as if cutting mud.
The golden sword energy flew, and the entire battlefield was shaking.
The originally injured cultivators showed ecstasy on their faces and all retreated behind her.
The black giant wolf's ears were torn and bleeding, and it howled angrily.
The woman's face was calm, as if she was born to stand between heaven and earth, stepping on blood and white bones as she walked slowly.
Yan Hua, the Lord of the Demon Realm, taunted.
"You think you can stop me? That's ridiculous."
Chu Xian was not angry at his provocation at all, but felt a sharp pain in her dantian.
The infection spread, his spiritual energy circulated, and he realized that he had been poisoned by the Soul-Erosion Powder.
Who is it?
The woman suppressed the fishy-sweet taste that was overflowing from her throat, and her eyes were so indifferent that no one noticed that she had been poisoned.
Yan Hua clearly couldn't see it, and he was still frightened.
He couldn't defeat the leader of the Tianluan Sect, so he sent countless monsters to consume him. As long as Chuxian showed signs of fatigue, he would take the opportunity to attack.
The air was filled with thick smoke and I didn't know how long it lasted.
Yan Hua was covered in blood, and the woman's condition was not much better. In the end, they both died.
Only his daughter Yan Zhiyue was left.
Before his death, Chu Xian used up all his power and imprisoned many monsters under the Demon Suppression Tower.
The second elder woke up from his dream, sweating all over.
He hadn't thought of this scene for a long time, and it was a memory that had been buried and rotted in his heart.
He slowly stood up, drank a cup of tea, and looked into the distance.
In the dark night, the stone statue stands tall.
However, a few wisps of black air emanated from the Demon-Suppressing Tower, which was an ominous sign.
Ruan Mian was still in the courtyard when he heard Senior Sister Zi Ling say that the seven major sects had gathered in the Tianluan Sect, but he didn't know what they were discussing.
She didn't like being in a crowd, so she waited until the evening to find Bai Feng to practice sword skills.
I met an acquaintance, Qin Yin.
"Long time no see, little one."
He is still the same as before,
Dressed in green, waving a feather fan,
The girl looked as if she hadn't come back to her senses yet, and she looked so silly and cute.
The man's lips curled up into a wicked smile.
"What? It's only been a short time and you've already forgotten me."
He walked over, his face was handsome, and his smile was a little teasing.
As the distance got closer, Ruan Mian could smell the scent of powder on Qin Yin's body, and his nose started to itch.
The girl's eyes were filled with uneasiness, and her long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, blinking.
"No, I just need to go practice my sword skills. You...don't follow me."
At first, she didn't understand what the Hehuan Sect meant. Later, when she was flipping through a book and saw some pictures, her face suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
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