"Blood Rakshasa, Cui Qiuyuan, Qu Langhuan..."
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows. They were really enemies. Unexpectedly, two of the three people had problems with him.
Three people, the woman in the red dress is the Blood Rakshasa, the middle-aged man is the coroner Cui Qiuyuan, and the last woman in the palace dress is Qu Langhuan, one of the six masters of the Palace of Lihen, who has had a double relationship. Lord of Quyuan.
Blood Rakshasa had been tricked by him when he was in the basin before, and was seriously injured. Although he tried his best to hide it, his aura was still a little weak.
The "Blood Divine Light" practiced by the Blood Rakshasa is based on blood. If you want to restore your strength, you need a lot of human blood, and the stronger the opponent is, the stronger the vitality contained in the blood will be. For her, Recover injuries and improve strength, and the effect will naturally be better.
And now the people in the hall are either the pride of heaven or the master warriors. They are all strong. Their blood will not only be of great help to her recovery from her injuries, but it can even go further.
The corpse stitcher Cui Qiuyuan was broken into pieces by him before, and only Yang Shen escaped. However, I don’t know what kind of secret technique the other party used, and now he has reassembled his body. It can only be felt that Cui Qiuyuan’s soul is unstable, and his physical body is obviously different from his body. The soul doesn't quite fit.
And his purpose was very clear, that is, the woman on the seat.
A woman is extremely powerful, and she was undoubtedly a saint in her prime. With her body intact and her consciousness still alive, she is undoubtedly the best material for sewing corpse spirits.
If a woman can be sewn into a corpse spirit, his strength will be greatly enhanced.
As for Qu Langhuan, she had obviously fought with something before entering the palace, and her breath was a little unstable.
The peach wood nail that Qu Langhuan chose is also an extraordinary object. The woman can be suppressed, obviously because that peach wood nail can suppress the saint for eight hundred years, so its value should be inestimable.
The three people showed up at this time. They undoubtedly felt that there was no danger and planned to pick peaches. In a few words, they distributed their interests and cooperated with each other to get what they needed.
"That bitch Yan Qingyan, who are you?" Suddenly, the woman on the seat looked at Qu Langhuan and lightly opened her red lips.
"How dare you insult me, the Holy Concubine of the Lihen Heavenly Palace?" Hearing this, Qu Langhuan was furious.
The Yan Qingyan mentioned by the woman is one of the thirteen demon concubines of Demon Lord Lihentian. She is also the founder of Lihentian Palace and is revered as the Holy Concubine.
"Lihen Palace? Holy Concubine?"
A faint smile appeared on the woman's face. The smile was beautiful and moving, but it seemed to be full of disdain and sarcasm: "How can Yan Qingyan, a cheap maid, dare to use the name of the Demon Lord and call herself a holy concubine? She is worthy of it?"
"Hmph, the Holy Concubine is one of the Thirteen Demonic Concubines of the Demon Lord, so why is she unworthy?" Qu Langhuan said coldly.
"Thirteen Demonic Concubines? Hahaha..."
Hearing this, the woman chuckled softly. She was so charming and charming that even Qu Langhuan and Blood Rakshasa, who were women, fell in love with the woman for a moment and forgot to question her.
After a few breaths, Qu Langhuan suppressed the palpitations in her heart and said angrily, "Why are you laughing?"
"I am laughing. A maid who is only assigned to me to rub my shoulders and legs, and a lowly maid who is only assigned to the Demon Lord's bed. When did she become the Demon Lord's concubine?"
The woman smiled lightly: "Do you think she is worthy?"
"Nonsense, how dare you insult the Holy Concubine, I will make your life worse than death!" Qu Langhuan was furious, flexing and stretching her five fingers, and took a picture from a distance.
The palm fell, the wind and rain fell, and the whole world was sad.
Three long and two short, it can separate people and cut off their souls, which is called the "divine palm of hatred".
But when the palm fell, the woman's eyes showed disdain. With a gentle blow, the miserable wind and bitter rain disappeared, leaving only the fragrant wind curling up, signaling the arrival of spring.
"This..." Qu Langhuan was startled, not expecting that her Divine Palm of Lihen could be broken so easily.
"There is only the appearance of separation from hatred, but no reality of suffering. Is this how Yan Qingyan taught you the magical skill of separation from hatred?"
The woman looked at Qu Langhuan and said calmly: "The so-called separation is painful, resentment is sad, and the wind and bitter rain can break a person's soul. Only by tasting all the pain of separation in the world and tasting all the hatred in the world can we get the essence of separation and hatred, the meaning of sorrow, and refine separation." I hate magic."
"Why, didn't Yan Qingqing tell you? Or did she forget it herself?"
"How do you know the general outline of the Lihen Divine Art?" Qu Langhuan was shocked. The Lihen Divine Palm she just used was a palm technique in the Lihen Divine Art.
The Divine Art of Lihen is the secret art of Lihen Heavenly Palace. It is difficult for outsiders to know the foundation of a sect, let alone the most important outline foundation. But the woman in front of her not only knows it, but also seems to know it very deeply. How can she not be surprised? ?
"The Divine Art of Lifting Hatred was originally created by me, and was only given to that humble maid. Why do you think I know about it?"
The woman looked at Qu Langhuan's shocked expression and said calmly: "It seems that that wretched maid has taken the magic of separation of hatred for herself. Sure enough, that wretched maid is still as despicable and selfish as ever."
"To be honest, the magic power of separation from hatred that I granted to that humble servant is incomplete and has some flaws. Do you feel that your whole body becomes hot and hot every time of the lunar month and yin day in a yin year? The sun, moon and sun will make the whole body feel cold again, just like in the cold winter, the deeper the skill, the more painful it will be."
"This...how is this possible? How do you know? Who are you?"
Qu Langhuan's beauty turned pale. If she was still a little scornful of what the woman said before, now she is half convinced.
Because what the woman said is true, and this matter is a taboo and undisclosed secret of the Lihen Divine Art. It can never be known except by the Lord of the Lihen Heavenly Palace and the Lord of the Garden.
"Since that cheap maid can take the Divine Art of Lihen as her own, I don't think she will tell you my name."
The woman seemed to be caught up in some kind of memory, her eyes wandered, and after a moment she said: "I am Murong Xianxian."
"Murong Xianxian?"
Hearing this, Cui Qiuyuan, Blood Rakshasa, and Qu Langhuan were stunned at the same time, and then their eyes slowly widened.
It wasn't because Murong Xianxian was unknown and they had never heard of him. On the contrary, it was because Murong Xianxian's reputation was so great that it was heard by all of them.
"Murong Xianxian? Are you Murong Xianxian, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world eight hundred years ago?" Cui Qiuyuan said in shock.
"It's hard for anyone to remember my name!" the woman said, but she undoubtedly acknowledged her identity.
"No wonder, no wonder you are so perfect, the best immortal in the martial arts world, the best in the world, the first to captivate the city, the second to captivate the country, you are truly worthy of your reputation." Cui Qiuyuan's eyes lit up.
"You are really Murong Xianxian, but isn't Murong Xianxian dead? Why are you here?" Qu Langhuan asked in confusion.
Murong Xianxian, the only daughter of the head of the Murong family of a martial arts family eight hundred years ago, was stunningly beautiful and the most beautiful woman in the world. She was rated by Rouge as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. The city is known as the land of beautiful people.
The fact is also the case. At that time, Murong Xianxian looked all over the world with a smile and a martial arts move. Countless heroes and martial arts geniuses were his subordinates, and countless old men and martial arts celebrities were his guests.
