Immortal Voices

When Rong Xian reappeared in Xiaojian Space, he still couldn't get back.

She is heavenly in that world, and she is addicted to cultivation and cannot help herself.

Perhaps after a few epochs, it wasn't until the time when heaven and earth entered the end-French era that science and technology replaced cultivation, and the new heaven was slowly reborn.

Rong Xian looked at the stone in front of her, and there was a gloom in her eyes. Regardless of the fact that it was so cool to practice, she could not continue to practice.

Rong Xian couldn't help but said with emotion: "My destiny is always so rough, I can't even practice, it's sad."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she was the only one here, and no one could hear her again.

Rong Xian: "..." Let's talk to someone.

Although she has always been very cultivating, she still had a stomachache.

Rong Xian looked down at her radiating white light, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The realm of souls and souls reached the summit of Dixian unknowingly, and just stepped into the realm of Tianxian.

However, this is also expected. When she has been in Tao for so long, she will not be justified if she is not afraid of her advancement.

After she has precipitated these feelings, she will break through again.

Out of the small world for the second time, Rong Xian probably understood the meaning of life and death.

This is the shortcut that the sword emperor gave her to promote as soon as possible, and it also contains a crisis.

If she had expected it, this crisis would be the last sentence left before the death of the sword emperor: the truth about his siege.

Rong Xian took a deep breath. Since she had received the favor of the sword emperor, the cause and effect of the sword emperor should also be taken over by her. The truth must be hidden in a small world. She will know sooner or later.

Rong Xian stepped into the stone monument.

With the scenery in front of me, people have returned to the space of consciousness.

Looking up at the dimly glazed sword, she was scattered and had returned to her body.

Sitting on a chair, Rong Xian looked at the unchanging imperial case, holding her head with one hand, her mouth slightly raised, her clear phoenix eyes shining brightly, and Gu Pan looking back to the room where there was not much romance.

On the border with the North Zhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was drinking with Ye Qingfeng, moved slightly.

Countless memories came, and she still had a wine glass in her hand, but couldn't help but stare.

A powerful momentum rose from her body, but it seemed as if it had been covered up.

Ye Qingfeng shook his hands, his expression full of sorrow.

If he did not feel wrong, this power should be half-step fairyland.

Isn't Fu Yuhuang a monk of the earth? Just drinking a glass of wine is about to break through to Tianxian. Is he dreaming?

Even with the calmness of Ye Qingfeng, he couldn't help horrifying.

After Fu Yufeng digested these memories, she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was high with indifference and majesty, which was unique to heaven.

Ye Qingfeng was gazed at by these eyes, but felt as if he was being stared at by the eye of heaven punishment above his head.

That is the majesty of heaven and earth that cannot be resisted, that is the supreme power of the world.

Under those eyes, all beings are ants.

That is the power of heaven.

Fortunately, this feeling just passed away.

Fu Yuhuang blinked, her inexplicable emotions disappeared.

She looked at Ye Qingfeng, who was pale, and said with a smile, "Is Qingfeng drunk?"

Ye Qingfeng took a deep look at Fu Yuhuang, put the wine glass on the stone table, and rubbed the edge of the glass, Wen said, "That's not true. Only today I discovered that Yu Huang is very similar to my deceased person."

Fu Yuhuang suddenly became interested, and she asked in a cheerful way: "I don't know who can make the breeze so unforgettable?"

Ye Qingfeng half-true and half-false said: "I call her Lord."

Fu Yuhuang: "..." The accident came too late and almost flashed her waist.

Ye Qingfeng seemed to be energetic, and he did not take Fu Yuhuang as an outsider at all: "Presumably Yu Huang has also heard of He Mo He, and the Lord of my family has been suppressing He Mo He. It is said that He Mo He is heaven and earth Artifacts that are bred naturally and naturally have more heavenly power in them. "

The corner of his mouth said with a smile: "After the Lord suppressed the demon prison, his state was very similar to that of Yu Huang just now, and there was a hint of world power on his body. Not only that, Yu Huang and the Lord also looked somewhat similar, if not you two Personality is different, and I may still recognize the wrong person. "

Fu Yuhuang: "..." Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot?

Why bother to ask a question.

Ye Qingfeng is a fox with a smile on his face. A little bit of clues can let him find the truth.

Fu Yuhuang was entangled in her heart, holding a calm and arrogant face on her face, grinning twice, and forcibly shifted the topic: "When we go out this time, Qingfeng can introduce me to your homeowner."

Ye Qingfeng responded very seriously. The words turned around and suddenly asked: "I heard that Yu Huang is the apprentice of Emperor Rong Guojian, the sister of the new emperor Rong Guo now. I wonder if it is true?"

Fu Yuhuang did not see the slightest clue, but revealed a faint coldness, saying, "I am the apprentice of the sword emperor, but not the sister of the new emperor."

She squinted her eyelids and was very angry and angry. "The new emperor is just a fluke, but I feel that Rong Guo needs a new sword emperor more than the new emperor." What do you think? "

Fu Yuhuang, who forcibly added himself, did not agree and tried Ye Qingfeng again.

Ye Qingfeng chuckled softly, deep eyes could not see the slightest emotion, and there was a hint of imperceptibility in the soft tone: "Since the sword emperor has passed, Yu Huang should return to Rong Guo to help the new emperor , Even if you don't believe in the new emperor, you should believe in the vision of the sword emperor. "

Fu Yuhuang raised her eyebrows. She felt that the trials between the two sides were really interesting.

She snorted coldly, picked up the wine jar and lay down on the plum tree, angrily: "Everyone has an eye for it. Whether Rong Guoxin can sit on the throne depends on her ability."

She no longer paid attention to Ye Qingfeng under the tree, and thoroughly implemented # 话不投机半句多 #.

Fu Yuhuang took the wine to refresh himself with a few mouthfuls of wine, and the brow corners and eyes were filled with natural joy.

She really thought it was interesting and tight, so she eliminated Ye Qingfeng's suspicions, and by the way, realized the identity of Rong Xian.

She didn't feel embarrassed to change her identity to deceive her subordinates at all.

Well, it seems like a bit of scum.

Ye Qingfeng's expression did not change, but his heart was a jump.

At this time, the similarities between Fu Yuhuang and Zunzhu were not tangled, but he hurriedly passed on the message to Zunzhu, so that Zunzhu could find a way to soothe or resolve Fu Yuhuang.

After all, this man remembers the dragon chair under this master's ass. In addition to respecting the Lord, his father Ye Wenchun is still a prince.

No matter what it is, he must be optimistic about people like Fu Yuhuang.

In the Beijing Imperial Palace, Rong Xian leaning on a chair couldn't help laughing.

She was happy and relaxed all around, and seemed to be infected by her, and the whole palace was filled with a happy joy.

This can really be regarded as # 我 喜, the world is going to be ##.