Xuan Shuang did not go to Ye Ming again. Even after leaving the Yun Palace Holy Realm, his elder brother was one of the six great sect masters. The seniors all hated Ye Ming, and they returned in different ways. There was no place for them in the world. .

It was not until three years later that Xuan Shuang went down the mountain occasionally and saved a disciple of the Ksitigarbha sect, only to learn that after Ye Ming returned to the Sea of ​​Infernal Hell to recover his injuries, he led the Demon Race of the Sea of ​​Hell to attack the Holy Realm of Cloud Palace. .

"He thought that I was punished by the teacher and imprisoned in Baiyun Mountain. He had to ask Yun Palace to hand me over. In those years, I have never had any contact with the outside world, and even my brother didn't know where I was. How can you hand me over?" Xuan Shuang said.

In addition to the sacred realm of the Cloud Palace, various families of cultivation have also been affected. Although Ye Ming is an ancient gluttonous, self-reliant identity and pride, and the knowledge of the common people who do not have the power to bind chickens, there are greedy and bloodthirsty monsters in the Hell Sea. During the year, the entire Canglan Continent was smoky, and there were countless casualties.

"Then what about my master and uncle?" Feng Ruchu asked, thinking that Mo Qing could easily hang Ye Ming and face him. It should be more than enough to deal with him.

Xuan Shuang expressionlessly said, "Retreat."

Feng Ruchu:...

Feng Ruchu:...

Feng Ruchu: "...When will he not retreat?"

Xuan Shuang seemed to be accustomed to it, and said, "Unless the ancient demon emperor in the blood maple forest changes, the Holy Venerable will come out of the mountain, otherwise, he will be in retreat at other times...but..." Xuanshuang looked at Feng Ruhe. Said: "Why did the saint leave the customs this time? You also accepted your apprentice? Is it related to the Demon King?"

Feng Ruchu said that he was tired.

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It doesn't matter if he and Xuan'er are entangled with each other as the background board, now he adds another Nine Li Demon Emperor in his body.

She had more and more reasons to suspect that Mo Qing had accepted herself as a disciple, first for the similarity to Xuan'er's face, and secondly for monitoring the remnant soul of Demon Emperor Jiuli.

Feng Ruchu didn't want to mention strange feelings, she abruptly turned the topic back to Xuan Shuang, and asked, "This time, are you fighting Ye Ming?"

Xuan Shuang sighed and said, "Ye Ming couldn't find me, and he fought Yun Gong for a long time. The Demon Clan suffered heavy casualties. Later, he was injured by the master and turned into anger. The demon's "sexuality" was very strong. Finally, in this Red Rock Canyon In the middle, the sea of ​​infinite **** passed through the Styx and poured back into the world."

The disciples of the Cloud Palace Holy Realm received the news that they would safely evacuate the people near the Red Rock Canyon overnight, but this is not a one-time solution. If the river water is really introduced into the house, the evil spirit will be filled with resentment, and it will inevitably cause a disaster.

Yu Xiao, together with all the disciples of the Yungong Palace, has to deal with Ye Ming, and also deal with monsters, and heal the people. It is not an overnight thing to prevent the influx of the Styx, unless they can lead Ye Ming and give him one. Killed.

At this moment, Xuan Shuang finally appeared.

Just like when Ye Ming first saw her, she was dressed in a silver-white "color" female general's uniform. She was heroic and charming.

She was holding an ice blade, standing on the cliffs of the Redstone Canyon, the wind was whistling, the black clouds pressed the realm, and the magical energy danced in a wild, but her silvery white was the only light in Ye Ming's eyes.

"Shuang'er..." Ye Ming called her.

After three years of killing, the more he kills, the more he becomes enchanted, and the more he kills, the more bloodthirsty he is. He is no longer the noble son when I first saw him. He is not trimmed, not dressed up, and the handsome face of the Fengshen has long been covered by the killing. Gloomy and feminine.