And at this moment, entering the high cliff of the Nitian Mountains, Yun Qingcheng's white figure stood upright, looking at the Nitian Mountains shrouded in white clouds under his feet but he didn't know where he was.
A man wearing a black cloak appeared behind him.
"Is everything done?"
Yun Qingcheng didn't even look back, she lifted the beautiful eyes from the corner of his eyes and said leisurely: "How are you sure that Yajujian will like the aura of Long Canghao and devour him? Are you sure that Yue'er will let Long Canghao go?
Take the Yizhen Sword?"
The man in a black cloak couldn't see his face or his expression. The air around him was so cold that it could freeze people into ice cubes. However, there was an evil aura about him that made people even more elusive.
Impenetrable.
"Only I know how dark his heart is. The evil spirit of the Yajuan Sword was born for him, and once he collides with the Yajuan Sword, it will be an inseparable responsibility. The Yajuan Sword has been on the top of the Heaven-defying Mountain for so many years.
Purify, if you suddenly touch a dark soul, will it let go easily?"
No, after thousands of years of purification, the evil spirit of the Yaju Sword still cannot be washed away. The Yaju Sword itself contains the filthy soul of Yaju, one of the four ferocious beasts. The soul he likes is the soul of Long Canghao.
Yun Qingcheng suddenly turned around and looked at the man in a black cloak behind him.
"You seem to know Long Canghao very well."
The man in the black cloak remained silent and continued: "Are you ready for the Heavenly Saint?"
Yun Qingcheng suddenly fell silent, and there seemed to be an inexorable sadness on his brows: "Didn't you say that the Heavenly Saint is a bloodthirsty? Why did the picture of the Heavenly Saint that I saw in the Nitian Mountains be Yue'er?"
This is the reason why Yun Qingcheng has been frowning. The illusion in the Nitian Mountains is not an illusion at all. It is simply a phenomenon that has already happened and will happen in the future. He clearly saw the person standing on the altar.
The woman is the Demon Zhuyue, not the Heavenly Saint Nuxue who has been arranged in advance.
The man in the black cloak wrinkled his eyebrows without any trace: "What did you say? Did you see the Heavenly Saint in the Nitian Mountains as Mo Zhuyue?"
There was no expression on Yun Qingcheng's handsome face, but the hands under his sleeves were tightly squeezed without any trace.
"Um."
He nodded heavily.
The man in the black cloak was silent for a few seconds. He also knew that it was difficult to tell whether the illusions in the Heaven-defying Mountains were true or false. Generally, if what you have seen has not happened, it is what will happen. How is this possible?
The Heavenly Saint and others have already made arrangements. She is Mu Xue and cannot be Mo Zhuyue.
It can't be the uncontrollable Demon Zhuyue.
"I need to investigate the matter here. The Heavenly Saint can only be Mu Xue, not Mo Zhuyue."
The person who least expected the Heavenly Saint to be Mo Zhuyue was Yun Qingcheng, because he was also among them during that trip to the altar. Long Canghao and Mo Zhuyue, their domineering power had already intimidated the entire world, and they all attacked together.
, it’s just a pronoun for them.
Yun Qingcheng's eyes flashed: "I hope your Tianxing Hall's ability is stronger. In the end, even if the Heavenly Saint is not Mu Xue, she cannot be Mo Zhuyue, otherwise, everything will be derailed and out of control!"
The airflow around the man in the black cloak flashed, his cloak was blown up by the wind, and the figure flashed and disappeared in place.