Audra looked so confused for the first time. She did not make a move against Qin Xuan. She just looked up at the night sky like Qin Xuan. The patches of darkness seemed to calm the knight commander's heart a little.
After a long time, Qin Xuan turned around and pointed his finger at Odela's forehead.
boom!
The power of light exploded, as vast as the sea, but under this finger, it became invisible like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.
"Just a thought for you, I still need a servant. After you figure it out, you can come to me!" Qin Xuan tapped lightly, took back his palm, and floated away.
This back view was imprinted in Audra's pupils, as unpredictable as a god, as if everything was under control.
Audra clenched her fist slightly, her eyes cold.
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed!"
How could she, the dignified first paladin of the Holy See of Light and the Knight Commander of the Round Table, be willing to become someone else's slave?
Audra stood there, looking back, the power of light in her hands burning brightly.
She didn't know what the Chinese Qing Emperor had done to her, and there was no difference in her mind, so she just thought he was pretending and didn't care.
The blazing white flames fell and fell on the church, instantly turning into a raging fire. The red flames rose into the sky and illuminated the night.
"O God, may there be no more evil in the world!"
Audra clasped her hands and prayed, full of piety.
…
Huaxia, Jinling Airport.
Qin Xuan walked out of the airport, looked at the hurried crowds around him, and disappeared quietly.
On Longchi Mountain, wisps of spiritual energy lingered around Mo Qinglian's body, and the surrounding area around her body was extremely cold, as if even the air was frozen.
In the distance, in the Lingchi, the ink spirit turns into grains and the urn twins
The dragon soul was lying on a large rock, making a subtle snoring sound. I am afraid that the world will never discover that there is such a place in this world that looks like the one in myths and legends.
It seems that this place is no longer the human world, but a real fairyland.
At the foot of Longchi Mountain, a figure just got off a 57.
He has an expression as clear as water. He is about twenty-four or five years old, but he is dressed in brocade clothes that look like ancient times. He is out of tune with this world.
"This is the residence of the Qing Emperor of China that Master said?"
The young man frowned, a hint of sarcasm flashing through his eyes.
"It turns out that the Qing Emperor of China is just a worldly person!"
He shook his head slightly and walked up the mountain slowly with a hint of contempt.
In the teahouse in Jinling, Ning Ziyang was holding her cell phone, frowning as she listened to the news inside.
"The New Year is approaching, what are the people from Kunlun doing down the mountain?" Ning Ziyang murmured to himself, with a solemn face.
Kunlun Mountain, Shennongjia... Since ancient times, China has had many weird legends. Even in today's world, these legends have not been cut off, but they have been obscured by the secular world and gradually faded out of the world's sight.
Ning Ziyang understands that some places and some legends have not been truly cut off.
However, they have long understood that times are different, and this is no longer the era where swords and weapons can be wielded and chivalry can be performed.
In this day and age, what kind of knights do we need when we have the police?
Ning Ziyang frowned, extremely fearful of the word "Kunlun" flashed across his face.
"Qin Xuan hasn't returned yet, but He Yun just arrived at the He family yesterday. I hope the people in Kunlun won't cause any trouble!" Ning Ziyang set off for Longchi Mountain with a hint of uneasiness.
In Qianzi Villa, the young man in brocade clothes frowned.
He stood there for a few breaths, then frowned slightly and said, "Not here?"
Then, he looked towards the top of the mountain.
As early as when he first stepped into Longchi Mountain, he felt that the top of the mountain was different. Although it was secluded, he also had a unique method of searching for something.
What.
After a little thought, the young man went up the mountain without hesitation.
Until he walked to the front of the formation, his eyes slightly focused on the patches of white mist in front of him, blocking his vision.
"So it's here!" The young man smiled, coughed slightly, and clasped his hands in his fists, "Kunlun Princess invited Yue to pay homage to the Qing Emperor. Can I meet her?"
The sound was not loud, but it carried a penetrating power, as if it penetrated through the clouds and mist and went straight into the formation.
However, after waiting for several minutes, Ji Yaoyue did not receive any response.
This made him frown, and he was secretly unhappy, but he never got angry. After all, he came with a purpose, not to cause trouble.
"Ji Yaoyue, I want to pay my respects to the Qing Emperor. Can I meet you?" He spoke again, his voice a little louder, containing some kind of power. It even penetrated the formation, causing the mist to billow.
In the formation, he took a breath and glanced at Ji Yaoyue.
It frowned lightly, looked at Mo Qinglian who was immersed in cultivation, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.
Qin Xuan once told it not to be exposed to the world. He had already remembered it in his heart and did not dare to disobey it.
As long as no one breaks into this formation, we won't care.
It opened its mouth and swallowed a mouthful of spiritual mist, then spit it out and continued to lie down lazily.
This time, Ji Yaoyue's face had a hint of coldness.
"Is it really not here?"
Ji Yaoyue felt extremely unhappy. Even if he went to visit the Lord of the Protectorate Palace, he had never encountered such a cold reception.
After all, he comes from Kunlun, the sacred mountain that has been legendary since ancient times.
"Forget it, just wait a moment, I don't believe that the Qing Emperor of China is really that big." Ji Yaoyue made a wise decision and stood motionless in front of the formation, standing tall like a green pine.
.
At this moment, at the foot of Longchi Mountain, Ning Ziyang also arrived.
He walked up to the top of the mountain and saw Ji Yaoyue.
"It turns out to be Yao Yue!"
Ning Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the person who came down the mountain was not a troublesome guy.
"Zhenwu Tianjun!" Ji Yaoyue's body trembled, and she turned around, a little surprised, "Yaoyue accepted her fate and went down the mountain. I didn't know that Tianjun was in Jinling. Please forgive me for the rudeness!"
His eyes were fleeting, containing some kind of light, as if he could see through everything.
But soon, Ji Yaoyue's expression was shocked, she looked away and lowered her head.
He was shocked. Last time he saw Ning Ziyang, he could still see through everything. But this time, when he used his pupil technique, he could only see a ball of purple fire, as if what he saw in front of him was not a person, but a purple sun, shining brightly.
Shine.
Ji Yaoyue understood what this meant. He had an inheritance that transcended the world. There were few inheritances in the world that had a deeper understanding of martial arts than the one he belonged to.
This True Martial Heavenly Lord is about to become an Earthly Immortal!
This news shocked Ji Yaoyue to the core. An earthly immortal could not be despised even by his master.
There was no joy or sadness in Ji Yaoyue's eyes. He knew that going down the mountain this time would be a worthwhile trip even if he didn't see the Qing Emperor.
Ning Ziyang didn't care about Ji Yaoyue's peek.
He said slowly: "Qingdi has gone overseas and has not returned yet. If you look for him, you will probably be disappointed!"
After finishing speaking, Ning Ziyang paused for a moment, raised his head and said, "How are you, old immortal?"
Ji Yaoyue then raised her head slightly and said with a respectful smile: "Master, it's okay, he has been in retreat. However, Master often mentioned Tianjun, saying that tea is tasteless when Tianjun is away."
Ning Ziyang shook his head and smiled, "I'll go there if I have time!"
There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, Kunlun, an existence that even the top leaders of China should pay attention to and even fear. The strong men there are enough to be equal to one-third of the Chinese martial arts world. It is a pity that Kunlun
Lun does not join the world, otherwise how could China be so weak today?
After retracting her thoughts, Ning Ziyang was about to speak, but her brows moved and she turned her head to look into the distance.
"He is back?"
Ning Ziyang was shocked and turned around quickly without having time to pay attention to Ji Yaoyue.
"Who?" Ji Yaoyue couldn't help but asked, following Ning Ziyang's eyes and looking at the figure who was even more immature than him.
Ning Ziyang's face was one-third surprised, one-third dignified, and one-third respectful, and he said word by word: "The Qing Emperor of China!"