After a while, Murong Xiaoxin opened her eyes carefully, only to see Charlie's blood-red eyes like a hungry wolf.
Charlie licked his lips and said: "You are so beautiful, it would be a pity to kill you. I am willing to marry you as my wife. As long as you agree, I will let your senior brother go and take you to the Holy World of Gabriel. I promise to make you reach the level of
The third-class angel in the middle.”
Murong Xiaoxin rolled her big eyes and said, "You are only a third-class angel! It's so low, I don't want it."
Charlie said angrily: "I have only entered the third-class middle angel not long ago. There are not more than 10,000 third-class angels in the entire Gabriel Holy World. Don't you know that the third-class angel is the eight-winged angel?"
An angel?"
"Okay, I can promise you."
Murong Xiaoxin stretched out her jade hand and touched Charlie's hand holding the big sword. There was a flash of light on her body, and Charlie screamed and fell to the ground again.
Murong Xiaoxin pulled Lu Dafu over, used the Earth Avoidance Technique, and quickly sank to the ground.
After Charlie was in severe pain, he stood up with his sword in hand and searched everywhere, but Murong Xiaoxin and Murong Xiaoxin were nowhere to be found.
They have fighting spirit, body refining, and many magical tactics. But they do not have the five elements magic of the Pingtian Holy Realm, and they know very little about the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
After searching for a while, they found the headquarters of the Holy Sword Sect further ahead. Charlie did not dare to go any further, so he broke the light curtain dejectedly and returned to Gabriel's Holy Realm.
Murong Xiaoxin and Lu Dafu sneaked underground for a long time until they reached the bottom of the camp before carefully emerging from the ground.
In the campsite, Long Xi, who had been troubled for seven thousand years, saw Murong Xiaoxin and Lu Dafu appear side by side. His eyes swept over Lu Dafu a few times, and he really didn't understand how this unattractive man could end up with Murong Xiaoxin.
So close?
He took a closer look at Murong Xiaoxin's expression and felt relieved again. Murong Xiaoxin didn't have the slightest admiration for Lu Dafu, only the enthusiasm of an acquaintance.
Murong Xiaoxin's guardian bead was so powerful that Long Xi was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do about Xiao Xin. Thinking of Qiu Guan Zhengyang serving as Yin, Long Xi gritted his teeth again and must visit Qiu Guanzheng in front of his father in the future.
Another two thousand years have passed, and nine thousand years of ten thousand years of experience have passed. In the last thousand years, the Holy World will draw lots for a camp battle.
With the immortal stone provided by Lu Dafu, Murong Xiaoxin's cultivation level increased rapidly like a rocket, reaching the late stage of immortality, leaving Lu Dafu far behind.
The two of them used the best immortal stones at the same time, and the difference became obvious immediately. The purple gold sword turned pure yellow, and they could fight the Daluo Jinxian alone. The magical Yun sword skills of the Holy Sword Sect were astonishing.
Lu Dafu is gradually approaching the late stage of immortality, and he can achieve perfection within a hundred years at most. At that time, with a little more polish, he can reach perfection and usher in the two tribulations of the golden immortal world.
Lu Dafu entered the Holy Sword Sect and practiced meditation for five hundred years, and entered the Holy Land training ground
Nine thousand years, nine thousand and five hundred years since he left his master and his master. Whenever he is not practicing, he will think of his master and his wife. What are they doing? Is the master's illness cured?
Yang Jiong's injury has not healed yet, but it is slightly better than it was nine thousand years ago. His powerful self-healing ability came into play at the most critical moment. After more than ten thousand years of recuperation, the Holy Infant finally stopped the vicious cycle.
It's starting to develop in a good direction.
Time is the best medicine to heal wounds. Ten thousand years of longing and pain may have caused numbness, or the Holy Infant's reaction was slow. When he thought of Xueru, Xiaoyao and others again, there was no beginning.
He was so sad that Qixia could not be mentioned in front of him.
Xueru, Xiaoyao and other women have lived with him for more than 10,000 years, and they have grown from gods to being at the top of the fairy world step by step. Generally speaking, he does not owe these women, but he owes Qixia too much.
Qixia had lived for two Hunyuan years, and he wanted to stay with him for a thousand or a hundred years. He didn't even realize Qixia's small wish, and Qixia became an eternal pain in his heart.
Ruolan took care of Yang Jiong for more than 10,000 years. When she was exhausted mentally and physically, she finally managed to see the sunrise through the clouds. Yang Jiong got better day by day, and there was a smile on Ruolan's face.
She did not dare to live in one place for a long time, and had to change places every hundred years. Nine thousand years have passed, Ruolan and Yang Jiong have traveled to three continents several times, and they happened to settle in the Juehunmen continent.
superior.
Ling Yan'er has not been found for more than ten thousand years, and Ruolan has given up searching. Either Ling Yan'er was included in the three major sects, or she is not in this holy world.
On this day, Ruolan was ready to change places again. She transformed several scars on Yang Jiong's face and took him out of the village. Her whole body of immortal power was withdrawn, and her aura was as ordinary as a peasant woman. At this time, even if the immortal came in person
, you may not be able to discover that she is an immortal.
She held Yang Jiong's arm and walked aimlessly on the country roads. As long as she found a place with good scenery, she would just go with the flow, buy a property there, and settle down for a century.
Along the way, she will quietly radiate her spiritual thoughts. Once she finds a powerful immortal, she will immediately change direction.
After traveling for two months, Ruolan came to a lake. The lake was as clear as a mirror, with ripples, and the mountains and forests were reflected. There were schools of fish swimming in the lake, and a few wild ducks were looking for food on the lake. A small house by the lake was hidden among the green trees.
It is magnificent and the scenery is as beautiful as a dream.
A big fish jumped out of the water, then fell back into the water, making countless splashes. The wild duck was frightened, screamed and flew up into the sky with flapping wings.
The scenery is as picturesque as a fairyland on earth. Ruolan fell in love with it immediately. She took Yang Jiong and approached the lake, only to find a young man in the lakeside hut.
Ruolan secretly made up her mind that she must buy this cabin or build another one by the lake. Waiting for the young man
After Zi Lao died, she even thought about staying here until Yang Jiong fully recovered.
The man in the hut seemed to sense Ruolan approaching, so he walked out of the house and looked at Ruolan and Yang Jiong with a look of surprise on his face.
Ruolan now looked like a middle-aged farm woman. She saluted the young man and said, "Brother, I want to buy your house. I don't know what price you want?"
The young man's brows twitched a few times, and he looked at Ruolan with some amusement and said, "You want to buy my house?"
His voice is pleasant and full of magnetism.
Ruolan knew that it was too much to force someone into a difficult situation, so she said sheepishly: "My husband is sick, and I want to buy your house here for him to recuperate. If I don't agree, I will go to the other side of the lake and rebuild a house."
"He is your husband?"
"Yes, he is sick. I can't find any medicine for him, so I plan to recuperate him here."
The young man looked at Ruolan for a while and said: "This lake is my family's property. I will not sell this house. If you like it here, I allow you to build a wooden house next to it. Of course, it cannot be bigger than my house.
Higher than my house."
This young man was interesting. Ruolan smiled and thanked him, and then began to look for the address for building a house.
The young man said: "I will add another condition, your house must be within ten feet of my wooden house."
This request was a bit strange, and Ruolan couldn't help but look at the man a few more times. It was obvious that this young man was an ordinary mortal.
Ruolan smiled and agreed to his request, thinking about how to deceive him. To deal with ordinary mortals, she could use blind methods to build a house, or she could repair the house and then erase the man's memory.
Before she could think of a way, the man said: "If you repair the house, it will damage the scenery here. I will help you complete this matter. The house will be built in ten days and a half. During this period, you can live in my room first."
"After that, he left directly.
The next day, as expected, a large number of craftsmen came and started working on the lake. They did not cut down the trees on the lake, but pulled the wood from outside. In less than ten days, a brand new wooden house appeared in front of them.
After the house was repaired, the craftsmen cleaned up the garbage around the lake, picking up even the smallest wood chips and taking them away. The entire lake returned to its former tranquility and beauty.
There are two rooms in the new house. The first room is fully equipped with a bed, table, and chairs. The other room also has several fine futons for meditation.
Ruolan was shocked. Could it be that the man knew that he was an immortal, so he specially arranged a futon in his new house.
The next day, the young man came to the lake. Ruolan thanked him, and the young man said you were welcome. From then on, Ruolan lived by the lake.