"This is not my way of doing things, and I feel guilty."
"Second, Xinglan understands my difficulties, endures the humiliation, and devotes himself to practice."
"His talent can easily match that of Yue Hua, a seventeenth or eighteenth-level true immortal."
"At that time, no one can stop him from taking revenge."
"The Yuehua Immortal World will disappear from the Eight Hundred Immortal World and be completely disintegrated by the Xinglan."
"No matter how powerful the two gods Yugui is, they can't compare to the fate-knowing tree of a born saint."
With his lips turning white, he looked up to the sky with a long smile and shouted: "What kind of evil have I done to cause me to encounter such "weird" difficulties?"
"It's my life. It's my life."
The lingering sound echoed in the mountains, and the white-haired old man disappeared.
After a while, Empress Yue Hua quietly walked out of the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
She stared blankly at the void that Gu Changxiao tore apart, the remaining fairy power fluctuations, and whispered in a voice that she could only hear: "I can't see him, not even take a look."
"In these thirteen years of extraordinary suffering, I finally suppressed Xia Baiyou's spirit and gained the upper hand."
"I can't lose, I can't give up halfway."
"Swallow her, cut off the love caused by her, and restore the Dharma Xiang Yuanshen to its former blank state. Then I can successfully catch up with Jiang Changnian, and we will both be in the 18th level of the True Immortal."
"I......"
Suddenly, her calm face turned painful.
The whole person fell backwards, stumbling and leaning against the stone pillars of the pavilion, with a strange light shining between his eyebrows.
One white and one purple, entangled with each other.
White light is strong and purple light is weak.
However, it was Ziguang who launched the attack first, looking like they would all die together.
You chase me, you attack me and dodge.
Like two people fighting, the speed was so fast that the dazzling light that emerged illuminated the foot of the first peak.
"Xia Baiyou."
Empress Yue Hua gritted her teeth and said with cold eyes, "Stop your delusions. I can't possibly give you a chance to meet him, which will lead to the disaster of love."
"My heart, what I pursue, is the path of a saint, not worldly love."
"What if Su Xinglan comes to the immortal world? What if he joins the Martial Palace and becomes Gu Changxiao's direct disciple?"
"He is still as weak as an ant now."
"No one can take you away, no one can destroy what I want in my life."
"collapse."
Move your right foot forward, as if it is falling with great force.
She pointed her backhand to the center of her eyebrows and scolded sternly: "Go back."
"Wow."
The bright light weakened and soon returned to normal.
The beating purple light extinguished little by little and was replaced by white light.
Empress Yue Hua's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was short.
The hair scattered on the forehead was stained with sweat and looked slightly messy.
"cough."
The body leans forward, and scarlet blood lines overflow from the corners of the mouth.
She calmly sat back on the chair in the pavilion and said in a mocking tone: "How many times do you dare to fight to the death like this?"
"I was injured, are you okay?"
"The stars are rising in the night, and white pomelo is born in the early summer."
"The white pomelo that grows in early summer bears fruit in autumn."
