Where the girl in green landed, colorful lotus in the void were disillusioned. The girl said lightly: "Xiaole, let's stop here, Master ordered me to come down and take over Yanyu Zhai."

The moment he heard this sound, Leng Le was shocked and when he looked back, the girl in green was already standing not far from her.

"Senior Sister, you..." Leng Le stood in the sky at a loss.

The mist and rain scroll stagnated in the air, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram that was touching was spinning quietly, and Ye Xuan also put away the attack in his hand.

"Leng Le's senior sister, come from Zhongtian Realm?" Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with fear.

From the time this girl in blue appeared to her present momentum, in just a few breaths, her aura rose from the middle stage of the fifth realm to the half-step sixth realm.

Moreover, her half-step six realms are stronger than Leng Le, and she is only half a step away from the six realms, but this half step can be infinitely closer.

"Go back." The girl in blue waved her bare hands, and the bell waves that were swinging in the air dissipated, revealing the bodies of two magic weapons one clock and one hammer.

Leng Le struggled. The senior sister watched her grow up. She was very respectful to her since childhood, but she couldn't swallow the anger of tens of thousands of disciples in Yanyuzhai.

"Senior sister, I will kill this evil man." Leng Le's jade fingers were pressed into his palm, his eyes full of hatred.

"In order to come in to find you, I will kill myself in a great realm of cultivation, which will take thousands of years to recover." The girl in green said lightly.

Just this sentence swallowed all Leng Le's next words, and the senior sister came in to stop her at any cost. This matter was obviously not simple.

After the fairy tale of the girl in Qingyi, she pointed her finger and pressed her finger on Leng Le's eyebrows to heal the cracked wounds between her eyebrows.

"Senior Sister." Leng Le hummed unwillingly. While the crack between her eyebrows recovered, her breath also fell to the early stage of the fifth realm.

The girl in blue rolled up her cuffs, and she swept her magic weapon at Leng Le, and the girl in purple dress also rolled up to Leng Le.

Next, under Leng Le's incredible gaze, the senior sister, who had always been indifferent, actually bowed slightly to Ye Xuan.

"My fellow Taoists offended me, please forgive me." The girl in blue looked deep and looked cold and happy with her eyes, and her expression became more and more humble.

Ye Xuan raised his hand and grabbed it, put away the fiery red flying sword. Facing this scene, he felt a little confused.

At this time, it was not only Ye Xuan who was confused, but even Leng Le didn't understand why. Seeing his senior sister's face was as humble as she was facing a big figure.

"Sister sister came down from the upper realm, it must be something happened above, otherwise it would not have been like this." Leng Le was shocked and puzzled.

Ye Xuan thought of this almost at the same time, but others were here.

What happened in the Zhongtian Realm? Even though Yanyu Zhai was shaken in the upper realm, he sent a human immortal who was about to attack the true immortal, and let him kill his cultivation without hesitation.

"Is it Feng Ling or my clone?" Ye Xuan's face changed a few times, and he suddenly realized it.

Time is just a trance. He has been sleeping in this world for eight hundred years, and the outside world has also been eighty years, and many things have happened during this period.

But how far can it be achieved so that Yanyuzhai in the upper realm can be respected by it? At least Ye Xuan would not think that his clone has such ability.

The sacred clone is a divine beast with good bloodline, but it is just a young beast, and it is innately lacking, so it is still very far away to grow up.

After thinking about it, it is only possible that Feng Ling can reach in just eighty years to spread its reputation throughout the three major Zhongtian Realms. In the Demon Immortal Realm where the demon clan is in power, the reputation is transmitted to the Zhongtian Realm where the human race is located, and even makes one force afraid.

"What Feng Ling wants to recover is only treasures of heaven and earth. Could it be that this guy has a great opportunity or has a wealthy demon clan..." Ye Xuan's eyes were not good, and he thought maliciously.

The girl in green did not mean to explain too much, and Ye Xuan did not ask anything. She swept her sleeves, put away the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Diagram and Cangming Spear, and turned into a light to disappear at the end of the sky.

"Senior sister, why is this?" As soon as Ye Xuan left, Leng Le could no longer bear it and asked with red eyes.

"Leave the small world first." The girl in green sighed and touched Leng Le's head.

Ye Xuan escaped tens of thousands of miles, his body was illusioned in the void. Every time he appeared, he was a hundred miles away, exerting Hexu's escape speed to the limit.

"Eight hundred years, eighty years." Ye Xuan felt dazed. He was accompanied by Li Xiangyun in his dream, but he didn't realize what he was doing.

When they woke up, they suddenly realized that the clones of Shilan, Feng Ling, You Mu, Tu Yue and Bai Zhu, and Dongfang Yu, who threatened to take care of his woman, all ascended eight hundred years ago, and the Zhongtian Realm was also eighty years later.

Far from afar, tens of thousands of disciples of Six Peaks formed a formation and waited. As soon as Ye Xuan appeared, he immediately received a cheerful cry.

"Senior Brother Ye is back." The disciples of the Fourth Peak were particularly excited.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, warmth appeared in his heart, his body flashed into the formation, and was immediately surrounded by many disciples.

"How is Senior Brother Ye's battle? With Senior Brother Ye's ability, he will definitely beat those eight wives to find Bei."

"You still need to say this? You can flatter."

Yang Wei was mixed in the crowd, afraid that Ye Xuan would find out his existence, so he quickly pinched his hands and connected them to him, all of which were magic tricks that concealed his breath.

"If you don't go to the fourth peak when you are beaten to death in the future," Yang Wei wailed in his heart, and he thought of those sad years again.

Monk Budu came near, handed out a jade tube to Ye Xuan, and chuckled, "There are four directions inside, all the exits that the little monk has found over the years. Look at it and choose one."

Ye Xuan's spiritual consciousness swept into the jade tube, and there were introductions to the four directions. However, for him now, the evil spirits from the middle to late stages of the Four Heads and Five Realms are just evil spirits. The other five realms monks need to choose carefully, and he can choose an exit at will.

"Just the one in the south, it's just not far from here."

Budu Han nodded with laughter. Ye Xuan chose the large tomb in the south, and it could only be considered that the big centipede was unlucky.

When tens of thousands of evil men were rushing towards the exit, Ye Xuan flew forward and divided his consciousness into the Mirror of Vientiane.

Between a ruin, more than a thousand remaining monks of the Blood Prison Palace gathered here, and these people's expressions were either cold or dull.

"We might as well follow them and leave the small world." Yan Qiuxue looked at the vast crowd of the Putian Cult and whispered.

Without the leader of Elder Sikong, even if a thousand people join forces, they really cannot go deep into a large tomb.

The cultivators of the Blood Prison Palace remained silent and hung from behind the disciples of the Six Peaks, with a little bit of sneak attack and revenge.

Eight hundred years have passed, and the world in the mirror has remained unchanged. In this small world between reality and reality, there are two women waiting for him.

"Owner."

"Husband." A gentle voice came into my ears. The moment Ye Xuan showed his illusion clone, the two beautiful shadows seemed to have already realized something and turned into a new outfit.

In the Mirror of Vientiane, Ye Xuan's illusion is no different from the entity, with flesh and blood, this is his world.

When he looked around, under the illusory sunset in the mirror, Yu Menghan was dignified and gentle, the charming slave was gentle and charming, and the eight hundred years of loneliness, the two women's temperaments added more charm.
Chapter completed!