When Zhan Wuji heard this, a strange look appeared on his face. After hesitating for a long time, he turned around and looked at the inheritance hall. Finally, he shook his head firmly and said in a low voice: "I want to go to the Xiantian Sect to meet the Master. I will make a decision on the door matter after I go back."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the place.
She looked around quickly, but it was dark and there was nothing.
boom!
Palace of Eternal Life.
In the main hall.
Si Hong Qingyan was dressed in a robe as red as blood, and her hanging Luoma hair bun was studded with gems and precious stones. Under the illumination of the precious light, her appearance was even more enchanting to the extreme, and she was so charming to the core.
She was lying softly on the throne, half covered by her black gauze robe, revealing a section of her white shoulders.
At this moment, a beautiful blonde woman walked in from outside the main hall. She climbed the steps from one side of the main hall, then knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Sect Master, Zhang Jingli said that he has something important." There are matters to be dealt with, so he can’t come for the time being.”
Hearing this, Si Hong frowned and said angrily: "What on earth do you want to say?!"
"I am his legitimate wife, and my enemies are his enemies. How could he stand idly by when I killed his enemies?"
"If you don't come, what's the use of me torturing Zhan Wuji later?"
The foreign beauty still maintained a gentle and pleasant posture, her head lowered, and she did not dare to say a word.
While he was talking, a beautiful woman wearing tulle with golden eyes walked in. There was a bright golden feather at the end of her eye, like a blazing flame. She was exactly the same as that beautiful woman. She should be the same. A pair of twins.
The beautiful woman also climbed up from the side, knelt on the ground with one knee, her hairpin trembling, and timidly reported: "Sect Master, the Holy Son of War has threatened to compete with the leader of the Xiantian Sect. This time, I can't come to take the lead." Dead."
"Presumptuous!" After hearing Li Qiye's words, Si Hong Qingzi became even more furious.
"Zhan Wuji dares to violate my will as the leader of a sect. It is really unforgivable!"
"I will cut him to pieces with a thousand knives!"
"I can easily crush a disciple of Shenxiao Holy Land to death, but he doesn't know how high the sky is! I will personally extract his soul and peel off his skin!"
The two outsider's maids did not dare to make a sound. They knelt down obediently, lowered their heads, and remained motionless.
After a long time, she came back to her senses. This time, the "Fuqiong" ancestor gave her a task, asking her to go to the Liuli Dynasty and kill a great demon of Hedao level.
The job this time was not difficult, but it was time-consuming.
Now, she had been delayed for several days because of revenge. If she rushed over and killed Zhan Wuji, she would not have enough time.
never mind.
In order to "fuqiong" the ancestor, he decided to let the bastard Zhan Wuji go!
When this operation is over, she will be able to change from the nominal acting leader to the real leader, and then her power will rise to another level again!
When the time comes, he will definitely make Zhan Wuji's life worse than death!
However, for some reason, her husband Zhang Jingli did not completely believe her. At that time, if he was unwilling to help her.
This is easy to do.
He immediately came up with a way to record the video of this battle and send it to his husband!
Of course, this battle is likely to involve his trump card, so he has to make some changes to blur the image. In short, Zhan Wuji's tragic ending, just hearing that sound, makes him Enough to know!
After thinking about it, he immediately ordered: "Go down."
The two outsiders were relieved and bowed and said: "Yes!"
The two of them did not dare to delay, quickly left the hall, and soon disappeared into the distance.
In the lobby, Si Hong flicked his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, he had put on a light pink robe, with his hair shawl, tied behind his back with a piece of red apricot brocade cloth. He looked dignified, but also a little bit... Partly charming.
Then, she inserted a long white bone hairpin into her bun. As he spoke, he touched his ears and put on a pair of eyes of an unknown creature. Then he took out a cattail leaf fan. The mist on the cattail leaf fan shrouded hundreds of demons. Screams and roars came from the cattail leaf fan, making the surrounding air become cold, as if hell was coming.
After everything was ready, he disappeared in a flash.
boom!
naturalism.
The place of winter festivals.
A gorgeous blood-colored sedan flew rapidly in the void.
There was a bead curtain hanging on the blood sedan, and the surroundings were surrounded by gloomy air. Figures loomed in the sedan, and they let out shrill screams. It did not hide its aura while flying, and passed over the mountain peaks in the blink of an eye.
In these mountains and rivers, those natural cult branches, those aristocratic families, and those subordinates all sensed this immediately.
However, after sensing the powerful pressure emanating from the bloody carriage, no one dared to stand up and stop it. Countless sound transmissions, talismans, and messengers flew towards the altar.
Then, the news spread from the Winter Palace to the main hall.
In a large hall of the Xiantian Sect.
A huge white altar floated in the void, with black flames beating slowly, releasing an extremely terrifying aura.
Next to the altar, there are magnificent buildings, like clouds and mist.
In a courtyard, surrounded by Yao flowers and green grass, there is a painting boat floating on the green pond, with a delicate silk hanging on it, and figures hanging on it, looming.
Ji Lu, the head of the "Xiantian Sect", is sitting high on the bed, holding two handsome monks in his left hand. The one on the right is wearing a black gauze robe, with picturesque features, skin like snow, and a slender waist, like a blooming flower. Peony, charming and moving. The monk on the left has handsome eyebrows and bright eyes. He is wearing a green robe, has broad shoulders, a slender waist, and a straight posture, like a green pine on the cliff. He is obviously a male monk.
Just when he was about to start practicing, a column of water suddenly rose into the sky from the pool.
In the blink of an eye, the water column turned into a beautiful guard. She wore a flower crown and a thin gauze dress. There was no trace of wetness on her body. She was like a fairy in the lake. She stood on the lake, respectfully He bowed and said in a clear voice, "Sir, there is a powerful Hedao man who has trespassed into the territory of our holy religion and is approaching the Altar of Winter."
The leader smelled a faint fragrance and heard the charming smiles of the two women next to him. He raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Are you from the false path or from our holy path?"
The beautiful guard replied in a low voice: "Dong Tan reported that based on the aura emanating from him, he seems to be one of our saints."
The Holy One?
The leader immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Next time, don't come to trouble me over such trivial matters!"
