"Leave quickly, otherwise when the soldiers meet, there will be a battle between immortals and demons..."
But Shujue didn't seem to take Yinxuan's threats seriously at all. He may be more concerned about his own doubts, which may be called provoking trouble.
"Any immortal who retains a black robe after becoming an immortal has several strange reasons. I wonder which one of the great immortals in front of me is a coincidence?"
Qianye listened below and slowly frowned, although she had some doubts about Yinxuan wearing an ink robe at first.
But then Yinxuan changed into a silver robe, so she didn't think anything more about it.
If according to what Shu Jue said, after entering the immortal register, he still retains an immortal wearing a black robe, there are several reasons that are very strange.
They cannot wear plain white, either because their birth dates fall on the yin moon and yin time, and they have the most yin destiny. They are destined to have a fate with the underworld, but they fly to the sky. The inherent yin energy remains, so they cannot transform into a flawless person.
robe.
And in another situation... you do have the talent to cultivate immortality, and you are worthy of God's good will, but you have a dirty soul. Your soul is unclean, and God will make its own decision.
"Wu Zhou, don't listen to his instigation. Grandmaster is born during the yin and yin months, and almost everyone in the sect knows about it," Qianye explained.
"Instigation?" Jujue's eyes were still slightly narrowed, and he suddenly smiled evilly, looking at Wu Zhou below, "Wu Zhou, the dignified demon master, now has to be controlled by the heavenly master and protected by the immortal, do you feel that
, how different is it to live like this?"
Qianye suddenly hugged Wu Zhou's waist tightly. She might be able to understand how impulsive and strong hatred Wu Zhou would be when he saw Shu Jue now, but she couldn't let him rush forward.
Wu Zhou may be smart, but he is often easily angered. It seems that Shu Jue understands this very well.
And Shu Jue looked at Qianye's every move, and then at Wu Zhou, who could clearly break free but was held immobile. In the depths of his dark red eyes, there was a trace of extremely strange amusement. No one noticed it, and he blinked.
Suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"It seems that if there is no battle today, wouldn't it mean that I would be disappointed when I arrive here?" Shu Jue glanced at everyone meaningfully, smiled slightly, and opened and closed his thin lips gently, "Then let me be willing to take my place.
Those who serve...please have some fun for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a crack suddenly appeared in the void next to the black stone carving seat. The crack became bigger and bigger, and a person stepped out of it...
The robe that she once wore was purple, but now it has turned into an almost black purple, and the long hair that was always tied up meticulously is no longer as rigorous as it used to be.
He used to be upright and serious, but he never lacked a gentle charm, but now...
"Master..." Qianye almost blurted out, but suddenly woke up to the fact that the man was standing beside Shu Jue, "Su Mu...?"
Su Mu didn't seem to notice anyone. He slightly leaned his head towards Shu Jue and said respectfully: "Please give me your instructions, Your Highness."
"Do you remember where this place is?" Shu Jue asked.
Su Mu almost didn't even raise his eyes, "This place is Jianxi Mountain, the place where the master's sect used to be."
"So at this moment, does this place still have anything to do with you?"
"Yesterday's events have turned into smoke, and there is no trace of them anymore."
"That's good." Shujue smiled slowly and pointed out his hand, "Then dye this mountain red for me. It will definitely look good."