"Ren Gao protects me, Ding Chou protects me... Hidden in hiding, as urgent as the law."
Under the competition between the two forces, the sky and the earth, which were originally darkness and golden light, suddenly became clear and clear at a speed visible to the naked eye as Qin Haotian yelled a series of spells.
Not long after, a picturesque scene of beautiful mountains and rivers with beautiful wind and sunshine appeared before everyone's eyes again.
Almost instantly exhausting all his strength, Qin Haotian breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell down when he lost his balance.
With a seemingly casual stretch of his hand, the old man lifted up Qin Haotian, who had fallen down and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
After all, this is still a little tender, so he can't bear it after being tortured by the power of Ansha twice? You know that this can be the most superficial power of Ansha in the source of darkness. The old man shook his head thoughtfully.
"Yan Yang actually hooked up with An Sha."
At first, the old man was just suspicious, but just when he was assisting Qin Haotian in suppressing the confrontation with this force, he clearly felt that even if it turned into ashes, he could immediately recognize the power of darkness coming from Ansha.
Sure enough, it's him...it's actually him...
The bad old man frowned. It seemed that the war that year had not completely wiped out the Ansha. So, today he will continue to complete this unfinished mission on behalf of his master who has spared no effort to protect the continent!
He reached into his arms and took out the gold steel box that was constantly emitting golden light. Old Man Zao carefully sensed Zi Qing's approaching aura.
Red, fiery red, represents the scorching righteous energy of the sun.
On top of the Yanyang Peak shrouded in bright red, there was no usual bustle of people at this time. The cold feeling in the area was incompatible with the scorching red on the Yanyang Peak.
Yanyang Peak, Zhengyang Pavilion.
"Sect master, this servant is here to help Miss Ye wash herself."
A crisp knock on the door startled the man in white who was sitting at the pear table with a troubled and thoughtful look on his face.
Glancing at the figure lying in the lavender gauze tent, the man in white responded slowly to the door with a bitter throat.
"Come in softly, don't disturb Miss Ye's leisure."
Hearing this, a slightly pale hand pushed open the newly replaced rosewood door of Zhengyang Pavilion with extra caution.
It’s because Miss Ye likes rosewood, Miss Ye likes jasmine, and Miss Ye likes... So recently, except for the red-style building that could not be changed, all the other large and small decorations on Yanyang Peak have been renovated.
The reason for the renovation is very simple. The sect leader just wants the girl to like this night.
The day before yesterday, because of such a blind approach to the sect leader, Xi'er complained a few words and was discovered by the sect leader. The sect leader had always been extremely fond of them. The relaxed sect leader even sent Xi'er to Wangya Peak to think about his fault because of this trivial matter.
Wangya Peak is the terrifying existence of the Yanyang clan. The naturally harsh environment and the soul-destroying grass that can make people hallucinate supreme pain have always been the punishment for heinous people or those who betray the sect. It is the punishment for every Yanyang.
The disciple has been filled with fear for thousands of years. But he never expected that his sister would be imprisoned by the always kind-hearted sect leader just because she said a few wrong words.