The ice mist bubbles slowly flew towards Lord He Yuan.
Although Venerable He Yuan did not detect any threat from the Ice Mist Pipe, he did not dare to take risks and subconsciously retreated.
Unfortunately, the seemingly slow bubbles of ice mist enveloped him in the blink of an eye.
Venerable He Yuan suddenly sensed danger, and with a shift of consciousness, the phantom of the crane that had been madly attacking Lin Qi suddenly turned around.
There was a crisp crane cry, carrying thousands of sword shadows flying towards the ice mist bubble.
Lin Qi was hit by the hurricane brought by the crane's flapping wings, and her body was severely injured. Her whole body was like a kite with its strings broken, and she was thrown a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
The seemingly innocuous bubbles of ice mist slowly swallowed up the swooping crane silhouette, and even the thousands of sword shadows behind the crane disappeared.
The sky covered by black clouds suddenly revealed a white light of dawn.
The crane shadow disappeared and was swallowed up by the sword light, leaving only Venerable He Yuan trapped in the ice mist bubbles.
Venerable He Yuan, who was originally full of sharpness and murderous intent, suddenly changed his aura after being surrounded by ice mist bubbles.
The sharp edges all over his body became invisible, and his aura instantly became as gentle as jade, even a bit loving.
The ice mist bubbles changed from light blue to white, and the transparent luster intertwined with light and dark. Lin Qi vaguely knew that this was a bubble that could not trap Lord He Yuan.
She lay on a pair of rubble ruins, smeared the blood on her hands on the ice mist pipe, and controlled the ice mist pipe while absorbing spiritual energy.
Another ice mist bubble flew out from the ice mist pipe.
The gentle and harmless bubbles of ice mist with a hint of chill enveloped it again.
Bits and pieces of pictures suddenly appeared on the surface of some blurry bubbles.
As Venerable He Yuan's aura became gentler and gentler, those pictures became clearer and clearer.
Everyone looked closely and saw two voices, a man and a woman.
The woman's green moiré bellyband is still wrapped around the man's arm.
Everyone present blushed and wanted to cover their eyes, but they were reluctant to move their fingers.
The human figure in the picture became clearer and clearer, and a woman's voice was heard calling out coquettishly: "Master."
Those who heard these two words were stunned, especially when the woman's appearance was clearly visible, it was the Master of Qingyun Pavilion standing in the distance!
No, it should be the Master of Qingyun Pavilion a few years ago.
The monks of Bihai Pavilion all froze, and their eyes unconsciously moved to the face of Qingyun Pavilion Master.
The face of Qingyun Pavilion Master was indeed as white as snow, as if he had seen something terrible.
The man was strong and strong, but his back was turned to everyone. Before he could see his face, the scene flashed away.
The protagonist of this scene is still the Master of Qingyun Pavilion.
She was young and charming, sweaty and faintly tired, and she was resting on the bedside.
There was a vague figure next to him, holding a swaddle and handing it to her.
There was a hint of softness in her brows, "Yuanlang, have you given your child a name?"
His clear and magnetic voice sounded high-spirited, and he said quite confidently: "I asked an old Taoist from Tongtian Taoist Temple in Beizhou to do a fortune telling for me. He said that my daughter has an extraordinary talent. If she devotes herself to Taoism, she will become the overlord of the country!"
"Following the old man's advice, I named her Xi He!"
Xihe? !
These two words were comparable to throwing two freshly baked Fire Feather Tokens into the crowd. They immediately fried people on the outside and were tender on the inside. They set off a burst of gossip fire in front of the monks from Tiandiduxianquan and even Nanbeizhou.
Everyone came to appreciate it later.
What did the Qingyun Pavilion Master shout in the first scene?
"Master?!".q.
The disbelieving gazes of a group of people shifted from Master Qingyun Pavilion to Venerable He Yuan.
The truth that these two people were unwilling to give up and insisted on killing Lin Qi, a golden elixir disciple, was completely revealed!
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The majestic and indifferent voice revealed a chill, and the gentle movements of the hands revealed a gentleness inadvertently.
Lin Qi subconsciously stood upright and sobbed subconsciously.
Gong Shaojun wiped the dirt and tears from her face with a handkerchief, and paused when he touched the two bumps on her forehead.
This is not the first time.
Lin Qi was born without one soul and one soul, namely the Earth Soul and the Linghui Soul. She had some symptoms of dementia.
When I was playing outside, I was always bullied, and I always came back with injuries.
Asked her who hurt her, but she didn't even know she was hurt.
She can protect her for a while, but cannot protect her for a lifetime.
Gong Shaojun sighed, "You came just in time, let's take a look together!"
She raised her hand and waved, and everything that happened in the ancestral hall was projected in front of her.
Lin Qi saw her father being pushed down on a bench and being beaten. The black iron board fell on his body, and he screamed in pain with every slap.
Grandma and mother-in-law were sitting at the front seat, their faces calm and indifferent.
Grandma Guzu asked my mother: "Young Master, this fool deserves to be beaten to death for betraying you and ruining the family tradition. But after all, he is the head of the Lin family... As long as you spare his life, you can do whatever else you want." How to deal with it!"
'My mother took two sips of tea calmly and casually told a big news.
"Last night, I was lucky enough to break through the Nascent Soul."
Lin Qi saw her great-aunt standing up in shock.
Then he angrily ordered the servant: "Beat! Beat me hard! If you beat him to death, throw him out!"
The servant was frightened and increased his intensity.
My father screamed louder and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.
Seeing that the time was almost up, my mother spoke slowly: "Guzu, don't be angry. Lin Jue has a weak character and is not suitable to be the head of the family. It is better to use this matter to let him step down as the head of the family and replace him with someone else..." …how?"
Lin Qi watched her great-aunt's face turn purple.
She was disgusted by her father's failure to live up to expectations, and she was also angry at her mother's pressing steps.
In the small frontier land of Huangcheng, a Nascent Soul monk can guarantee the peace of the Lin family for thousands of years.
If Gong Shaojun divorces his husband in anger and marries another woman, grandma-aunt will have nothing to do.
The Lin family cannot offend her, a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Grandma Guzu tried her best and said, "If Lin Jue is not the head of the family, then who do you think is suitable to be the head of the family?"
My mother said calmly: "Xiao Qi is not young anymore and can take over her father's position."
Let the four-year-old Lin Qi succeed her father as the head of the Lin family? !
Grandma Aunt was surprised and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
As long as the head of the Lin family is still named Lin, she will not be ashamed of her ancestors.
She immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll get someone to make arrangements right away!"
Lin Jue, who was lying half-dead on the ground, suddenly raised his head and pointed at his mother with red eyes: "Young Master, you are plotting against me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed towards Shen Jue with crying voices.
One of the little girls looked angrily at Grandma Aunt Gong and Gong Shaojun in the first seat, with a bit of hatred brewing in her eyes.
Lin Qi looked at her strange yet familiar face with wide eyes.
