Haitang Chunyuan is in chaos.

In just half a day, the story of the candle dragon traveling to the sky spread throughout the entire Northern Luzhou, and flowed to the Eastern Divine Continent at an extremely fast speed.

this season.

The storm in the Kuroki Strait is in full swing.

The black giant waves were more than ten feet high, and they wantonly bullied the nearby cliffs under the gust of wind.

It's just that the waves were terrifying and terrifying, but they were instantly suppressed by the wind and waves blowing from Haitang Chunyuan.

"Dijun Bai Lian once haunted Haitang Chunyuan?"

Standing silently on the deck, Yue Wuyang pricked up her ears.

She was on her way to the location pointed by Bai Lian.

She originally just wanted to join in the fun, but when the name "Jiang Jing" popped out of the talker's mouth, she couldn't stabilize anymore.

"Where is Begonia Spring Garden?"

Yue Wuyang grabbed a swordsman by the collar.

She is tall and straight.

The proud peaks leaned forward a little, and they suppressed the swordsman so much that he couldn't move.

"I'm in..."

The swordsman hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Yue Wuyang frowned slightly.

If only Bai Lian or Jiang Jing's name appeared alone, her reaction would not be so intense.

But after these two got together, she really couldn't calm down.

Jiang Jing and her are deadly enemies.

If Bai Lian fell to Jiang Jing's side...

Yue Wuyang shook her head slightly.

Never let this happen.

Judging from the strength Bai Lian has shown in the past, once she and Bai Lian become enemies, her plan to find the Immortal Heavenly Venerate will be completely shelved!

She had to do everything possible to get Bai Lian closer to herself.

As long as Bai Lian can help her find the Immortal Heavenly Venerate, she can give Bai Lian anything and cooperate with Bai Lian in everything.

"Soul search!"

Yue Wuyang didn't plan to continue to grind with that swordsman.

A deep purple light flashed.

The swordsman's eyes suddenly lost the light.

(?﹃?)

After a while.

The mist gushed out from under Yue Wuyang's bright and clean arches.

Before the other people on the boat could see what happened, she disappeared on the deck out of thin air.

Then, with a light bang, the swordsman fell to the ground weakly, and the saliva quickly slid down the corner of his mouth.

"The demon girl of the demon sect, the demon girl of the demon sect!"

The screams even overwhelmed the sound of the surging waves, and the whole ship became a mess.

Yue Wuyang naturally doesn't care how others judge him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be dressed so casually—

She was wearing a lilac translucent veil wrapped in a white robe that highlighted her figure.

Most of her legs were exposed to the air, and two earthly stray rings that could break the space were buckled at the ankles, which further set off the exquisiteness of her feet like fine porcelain.

【Light red and greasy white, smoked orchid step by step】

This is the best description for Yue Wuyang.

In fact, although she noticed that the space in which the Eastern Divine Continent was located was different, she still did not put those "ant-like monks" in her eyes.

After all, she was under the tutelage of Emperor Xianyuan, and she was destined to become a quasi-emperor in her life!

Would the aloof quasi-Emperor care about what the ants who didn't even live for a thousand years thought?

of course not.

A witch or a saint.

What she really needs to figure out is the thoughts of such a strong man as Bai Lian.

She was just a passerby after all.

Once the task is completed, she will immediately lead the heaven and return to the fairyland!

"Noisy."

In the ruins of the Bronze Valley, Yue Wuyang glanced coldly at the surrounding immortal cultivators who were chatting non-stop.

She wasn't angry.

Just because she learned from those people that Bai Lian had a big fight with Jiang Jing, no one has seen Jiang Jing since then.

Yue Wuyang stepped barefoot on the ruins of the palace full of rubble.

A little while.

She finally came near the broken altar.

She squatted down, stretched out her index finger and touched a black spot on the ground.

It's Jiang Jing's scent!

It seems that Jiang Jing is indeed dead.

Yue Wuyang suddenly let out a long breath.

Although she didn't know what happened, Bai Lian killed Jiang Jing, there is no better news than this.

She got up and was about to leave when a sudden change occurred.

"Um?"

Yue Wuyang opened her mouth slightly.

She saw the dark spots she touched turned into distorted symbols.

If she read it right, it should be the word "rotten"!

"?"

Is this an accident, or...

In the dimly lit open space, an invisible wind suddenly blew up.

Yue Wuyang froze in place.

She clearly heard someone calling her name!

She could feel the man's anxiety, but when she held her breath to listen to what the man said, all that entered her ears was the whistling of the north wind.

Yue Wuyang hurriedly used the technique of summoning the soul, but in the end, nothing came.

She raised her head, and sunlight fell on her face through the broken hole.

this moment.

Yue Wuyang was a little confused.

That voice may have come from Jiang Jing, but what can Jiang Jing, who is a mortal enemy with her, have something to say to her in a hurry?

Rotten, rotten?

Yue Wuyang really couldn't infer Jiang Jing's complete meaning from a single word.

She could only keep walking around the ruins, trying to find more words, a quarter of an hour, an hour, a day, or even longer.

After a long time, those who came to hunt for treasure left one after another.

Someone else advised her: "Fellow Daoist, don't waste your energy, there is nothing of value here."

"…"

Really?

Yue Wuyang left Haitang Chunyuan in despair.

She believed that Jiang Jing's words must contain very important information, but she really couldn't find any more traces.

By the end, she couldn't even hear the call.

If she had been in Haitang Chunyuan that day, everything would have been different.

Yue Wuyang looked back at the deep pit that appeared on the ice sheet.

This miss.

Maybe a lifetime.

The north wind lifted Yue Wuyang's robe, and after a while, she was mixed into the confused wind and snow.

…

pat.

An Lan picked up the messenger jade slip that fell on the ground.

This is Bai Lian's jade slip. Just now I received a message from someone I don't know.

The news was very short, just asking how Bai Lian had a conflict with Jiang Jing.

Ah.

An Lan sneered.

Speaking of this, she gets angry.

That is to say, Bai Lian stabbed Jiang Jing to death herself, otherwise she must let Jiang Jing see the most cruel method in the world!

An Lan put away the jade slip.

She didn't have time to talk to these women of unknown origin.

Ever since she took over the task of teaching Xiao Jinse and the others, she has been too busy to stop.

I have to say, this master is really not good!

"What, you can't even use your spiritual power to condense your clones?"

"It's too slow. When you successfully set up the formation, the opponent has already killed you. Hurry up, hurry up!"

"No, no, it's just the simplest sword formation?!"

"It's very simple, as long as you calm down, you will be able to sense the spirits of heaven, earth and fire."

"This way, this way, and this way, you can... um, why are you dizzy?"

"I want to die!"

After teaching again and again during the day, An Lan was pulling her hair out of anger.

She found that she was right in calling those disciples stupid!

real.

She couldn't understand.

The cultivation talents of the few disciples she accepted are not bad even if they are placed in the fairy world, but why are their brains so weak?

Take Xiao Jinse as an example.