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Therefore, Ye Wangxi, just like the previous life, lost her weakness and her armor. She slowly digested and digested the only remaining tender feelings, and she slowly accepted the lonely self. In her heart, she silently organized two funerals for herself——

Elder Xu died and took away the little leaves. She buried a glass of wine with her adoptive father's peach and plum chūn wind with her own hands.

Nangong Si died and took away Miss Ye. She personally extinguished the ten-year lamp of the rivers and lakes night rain between her and Ah Si.

God of War sealed the tombs of girls and women.

She turned around and single-handedly came to Tianyin Pavilion, facing the cultivators.

The teacher looked at the fierce battle below and said to Mu Yanli: "Transfer all the high-level disciples of Tianyin Pavilion to go down to fight. This woman can't stay."

Mu Yanli was slightly surprised: "All high-level disciples? She, she's just a girl..."

The teacher looked sideways and smiled: "This girl has suffered so much in her last life. If you underestimate her, you will learn how hard her bones are in the future."

The valve was opened, and the high-level Tianyin disciples rushed out. Ye Wangxi maintained the enchantment and fought fiercely with everyone.

She was still wearing the Qinghe hairband of the Confucianism Sect, dodging in and out of the room, and the hairband fluttered wildly. Mu Yan left the death order, so those Tianyin disciples attacked her every step of the way. It was impossible for one person to attack the group, but Ye Wangxi still gritted his teeth and never retreated. With Nao Baijin's bravery, he was not at a disadvantage for a while. .

"Add more people." The teacher was like watching the fish by the pool, looking at the situation below, faintly, "In short, she came to the door today, and she can't let her live back-"

"Anan, look over there!"

Suddenly, Mu Yanli interrupted the teacher's words, and following her gaze, the teacher saw a layer of blue-silver smoke in the sky far away.

It was the elders at the top of life and death who led their disciples to arrive!

Those battle strengths that survived because of Madam Wang's protection, still dressed in the battle armor of death and life, stepping on the silver gleaming sword, covered from the depths of the cloud curtain, and unfolded majestically, headed by greedy láng. With Xuanji, they are the wind, and their robes are flying.

The more than a thousand disciples behind them all glared angrily, their armor shining in the sky!

Elder Xuanji said loudly: "Is the so-called heir of the gods in Tianyin Pavilion just like this to bully the less?"

The greedy person has a stern temperament, and his brown eyes are fixed on the bottom. He doesn't come here so much. The five words are concise and clear, and his anger is clearly visible: "Go to hell, you guys!!!"

"..." In the face of this bào rushing forward like a storm, the teacher's face was slightly gloomy, and the curvature of the corners of his lips did not know whether to laugh or ridicule.

"It's really a bad fate. In every battle, you must first decide the winner and loser with the person at the top of the dead." As he said this, he looked at the rolling people.

There is no figure of Chu Wanning in the crowd... After robbing Tianyin Law Field, where did Chu Wanning and Mo Ran go? That ink burning has been dug out so many times, and the decision is impossible to live, so what about Chu nightning?

Is it to stay beside the new tomb of the burning ink, or is it the same as the last life, and died with the burning of the ink.

No matter what kind of possibility makes him irritable, there is a kind of unease in the teacher's heart. He turned around and walked towards the back room.

Mu Yanli said, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see the situation on the side of the fairy." Shi Mei paused, "think of a way to wake him up earlier. When he wakes up, the door of life and death in time and space can be opened again - no one can stop it. We are."

The slender fingers stroked the rune of Tianyin Pavilion, and the secret room rumbled open. The teacher stepped down the long steps, along the aisle engraved with the ancient incantation, through the three door card enchantments, and came to the deepest part of the stone room.

The ground was covered with ice, the mist filled the air, and a piece of jade was inlaid on the blue-gray vault, which was flowing with holy light. Below this piece of jade, there is a crystal coffin with an air-conditioned side. The teacher stopped in front of the coffin, lowered his head, and looked at the man lying in the clothes inside.

"Treading Immortal Emperor Jun Mo Miyu..." He said solemnly, his eyes fell on the light array on the man's chest, "You have slept for a long time, should you get up too?"

His words obviously did not have any effect, Ta Xianjun still closed his eyes and his lips were bloodless.

"Lingliu is so chaotic." The teacher put his hand on the forehead of Xianjun. After careful perception, he stared thoughtfully at the handsome and erect face, "Are you having a nightmare?"

The drowsy person will naturally not answer him.

The teacher stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and his expression was very gentle, as if he was looking at an immortal weapon that was about to be cast, he said slowly: "Although what you took is your own spiritual core, but the spiritual core is this. This kind of thing is closely related to the heart, and it will make you feel uncomfortable when it is integrated."

His voice was bewitching, casting a spell to hypnotize the will.

"Tao Xianjun, no matter what you dream of, don't believe it, it's all fake. ... Come on, wake up. Wake up, you can get everything."

He lowered his body, almost touching his ear, extremely soft and seductive.

"Whether Shi Mingjing, Chu Wanning, or even your mother, will come back."

"Wake up quickly." He murmured to the emperor in the dream, "I'll wait for you."

Chapter 288 [The Peak of Death and Life] The Grandmaster and the Emperor

is a dream.

Stepping Xianjun opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast expanse of wilderness, the clouds were scarlet, pressed very low, and within reach. flourishing all around

The reeds floated up and down, and there were human voices in the reeds, some people were laughing, some people were crying, those voices were very light, like a gauze drape over the fingertips, and the touch was like water.

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