The flat lake is like a mirror, the steam is steaming, and the snow is falling all over the sky, forming a unique scenery.
On the bank of the volcanic lake stands a magnificent and extravagant palace.
In front of the palace gate, a trestle extends to the center of the volcanic lake.
In the clear and warm lake water, a slender and graceful figure was seen enjoying a hot spring bath. Her snow-white skin echoed the flying snow in the sky. I don't know which one is whiter.
There was a flash of light in the sky. It was still a hundred miles away at first, but in the next moment, it appeared in front of the woman.
A wooden kite hovered in the sky and said in a stiff tone: "Master Ziyue, my ancestor ordered you to return to the Nine Gods Mountain."
The woman named Ziyue frowned and said, "Isn't the next mission still in half a year? Why are you calling me back now?"
Mu Yuan's eyes flashed with red light, and he answered mechanically: "I heard that Zhao Mengfo died in a small world. The ancestor can't spare his hands, so I specially ordered you to go there."
"hehe!"
Ziyue sneered and said: "That good-for-nothing Zhao Mengfo, relying on the Nine God Puppet given by the ancestor to be arrogant and arrogant, really deserved his death."
After saying that, Ziyue waved her hand and put on a snow-white gauze, and a spiritual light appeared on her body, then disappeared suddenly.
Mu Yuan froze on the spot for a few breaths, then seemed to realize that Zi Yue had left, then flapped her wings and flew away.
Jiushen Mountain is a short, inconspicuous mountain.
The mountains are covered with green coniferous forests, and the mountains are gently undulating, without any fairy-like atmosphere.
But here is the center of the Wanpuppet Realm!
There is an open space on the top of the mountain, and a stone statue stands there.
The stone statue is about three feet high and has the body of a bird or animal. It stands on the top of the mountain and looks into the distance.
A figure in white clothes flew down from the sky, knelt down in front of the stone statue, and said in a very respectful voice: "Disciple Ziyue, pay your respects to the master."
The halo of light flows on the stone statue, as if it came to life in an instant!
The stone statue looked down at Ziyue, and an old woman's voice came from its mouth.
"Three days ago, Zhao Mengfo's life fire was extinguished. You go to replace him and bring back the origin of the world."
"Disciple takes orders."
Ziyue grumbled in her heart and agreed.
Light flashed in the hand of the stone statue, and a golden divine cord appeared, saying: "Take the Immortal Binding Cord with you."
Ziyue was startled and asked in surprise: "Are the monks in the world so powerful that they are worth using the Immortal Binding Rope?"
The stone statue shouted softly: "Don't be careless. Zhao Mengfu was killed with a sword within half a day of entering that realm."
When Ziyue heard this, her face showed excitement, her beautiful eyes shone, and she said: "Interesting!"
The stone statue sighed softly, took out another purple jade talisman, and said: "This forbidden talisman is given to you. If you encounter a tough opponent, I will use this talisman to control him and use it for you."
"Thank you so much, master! With the seventh-level magic weapon of Immortal Binding Rope and the Forbidden God Talisman, even if the opponent is in the realm of Yuanshen, I have the confidence to fight him!"
Ziyue smiled.
The stone statue said in a deep voice: "There will be no second soul in this world except me..."
There was a sense of loneliness and loneliness in his tone.
Ziyue didn't know why, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.
There are many people in the world like her who have perfected the golden elixir a hundred years ago, but have never been able to break through due to deficiencies in the way of heaven.
What is even more despairing is that, except for the Ten Thousand Puppet Realm, all other heavens are like this.
Among the countless monks in the Three Continents and Seven Seas in the Ten Thousand Puppet Realm, the Eighteen Lower Realms, the only one who is in the Yuanshen Realm is Patriarch Wuhua.
The stone statue in front of me is one of the soul-level puppets sacrificed by Ancestor Wuhua.
No one has seen the true appearance of Patriarch Wuhua!
Including Ziyue, the seventh disciple among the one hundred and eight golden elixirs!
All the disciples of Ancestor Wuhua are going to carry out the mission of conquering the heavens.
Every time he goes to a realm, he must use a strange magic weapon to devour the origin of the realm, and then bring it back to the world of ten thousand puppets and offer it to the ancestor's nine clones.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, the disciples of the Nine Gods Sect have changed countless times, but Patriarch Wuhua has remained unchanged.
There are countless worlds destroyed by the Nine Gods Sect.
Only Jie Tian with unique or extremely rich resources can be preserved.
But so far, there are only eighteen.
Hundreds of millions of creatures were destroyed by the Nine Gods Sect!
After Ziyue received the Immortal Rope and the Forbidden God Talisman, she could set off and pass through the Void Gate to Xuyuan Luzhou.
…
Nine Nether Great Rift Valley.
In the darkness, the Void Gate shines brightly.
A graceful figure in flowing white clothes walked out.
Zi Yue, with her bare snow-white feet, grew lotuses step by step in the void, and walked straight out of the rift valley.
Wherever she passed, streams of light loomed, and the light and shadow changed during the period. It was the scene of Pang Yue outside the Void Gate that day, using the blood and shadow technique to devour the monks of the Nine Gods Sect of the Ten Thousand Puppet Realm!
After a while.
The purple moon appears above the vast Gobi desert.
The place where Zhao Mengfo fell.
The scene where Zhao Mengfo was beheaded on the day when the Streaming Light Reflection Technique manifested itself.
She looked solemnly and read it over and over again.
After a long time, she sighed softly: "What a swordsman! What a murderous spirit!"
…
Northeast of Xuyuan Continent.
The realm of Bailian Sect.
Spiritual fire surged in the sky, and a fireball like a big sun rotated endlessly. Countless fire crows flew out of the fireball, overwhelming the sky and attacking Ziyue.
Ziyue stood in the void, and a ten-foot-sized ice phoenix flew around her body, extinguishing the fire crows all over the sky.
The body of this ice wind is crystal clear, its feathers are as light as a sword, its whole body is filled with coldness, and it flies like lightning.
Opposite Ziyue is a short and fat old man. He is wearing coarse linen clothes and mango shoes. Behind him is a red copper stove. The flames in the stove are rolling and the breath is amazing.
If there are monks from the Bailian Sect present, they will recognize this person.
The leader of Bailian Sect, Jiang Beihai.
The two fought for several rounds, and Jiang Beihai became increasingly shocked.
When did such a powerful female cultivator appear in the world of cultivation?
A person with advanced golden elixir cultivation is obviously not a new golden elixir.
The ice phoenix flew gracefully, coming and going like lightning. Wherever it passed, all the fire crows were wiped out of thin air!
You know, the strength of each of these fire crows is comparable to that of Daoji monks!
Hundreds of fire crows gathered together, making it difficult for ordinary Jindan monks to resist.
But the female cultivator in front of her looked calm and calm.
There was even a hint of disappointment on his face...
You seem dissatisfied with your performance?
Jiang Beihai was a little confused.
He transformed the magic formula in his hand, and the fire crows all over the sky immediately formed a large formation, pouring out raging flames and pouring down towards the female cultivator in white.
Like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens tilting upside down, the flames are as strong as real substance, and the astonishing high temperature, with the smell of destroying everything, falls on the head of the female nun in white.
Suddenly.
The ice phoenix raised its head to the sky and screamed, breathing out a cold breath into the flames all over the sky!
In an instant!
It's cold!
From bottom to top, a piece of blue ice stretching for hundreds of miles appeared out of thin air!
Everything is frozen in ice.
In the ice, the sky is full of flames, fireballs, Jiang Beihai, and the red copper stove, all stagnant.
The aura on Jiang Beihai's body also fell to the bottom in an instant.
Then it was swept by a gust of extreme cold, and was suddenly extinguished like a candle in the wind!
The leader of the Hundred Refining Sect fell like this.
Ziyue stretched out her hand and drew it, and the ice cracked.
She flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Beihai.
Snow-white jade hands pressed on Jiang Beihai's head.
After a few breaths.
boom!
Red and white splashed, and Jiang Beihai's headless body fell.
The ice phoenix flew over, pecked his belly gently, and took out a round golden elixir.
"White Bone Demon Sect, Seven Kills Demon Lord!"
Ziyue whispered to herself softly, her beautiful eyes looking towards the south.
…
The yellow flowers are covered with dew, the drizzle brings coldness, the branches are withered, and the steps are covered with red leaves.
Although autumn is not yet gone, the cold wind is coming.
The interior of the White Bone Dao Palace is a cave of its own, with stars moving around, cold and hot, spring and summer, and four distinct seasons, no different from the outside world.
Deep in the Taoist Palace.
On a fairy mountain covered by clouds and mist.
It's drizzling.
In a gorgeous attic built on the cliff, the sound of the piano lingers, like the sounds of nature.
The interior of the building is warm as spring and filled with fragrance.
There is a large bed in the center of the third floor, with gauze curtains hanging low around it, and brocade quilts rolling like waves, creating a fragrant and charming scene.
There is no one playing the guqin on the tables by the window. The strings are playing automatically, making a sweet and moving sound, as if to entertain the people in the house.
For a long time, the clouds disappeared and the rain cleared.
Pang Yue lifted the curtain and got out of bed.
Three charming and beautiful beauties lay slumped in the soft and comfortable quilt, motionless.
Gao Yan.
Tantai snow.
There is also a cold and graceful woman, who is the former head of the Huangquan Demon Sect, Ruan Lengshuang.
The red light flashed by the window, blocked by a layer of restrictions.
Pang Yue removed the restriction, and a transmission note flew in immediately.
After a moment, Pang Yue flicked his finger, and the transmission note turned into ashes.
He turned his head and glanced at Tantai Xue, who was lazily leaning on the bedside, and said: "The people from the Wanpuppet Realm came, and as soon as they took action, they killed the two Jindans of our sect."