A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 245 The Real Devil Should Be Like You

in the night.

Seeing the mysterious palace that blocked his consciousness.

Bai Lu was slightly moved.

These ancient inheritances in the world of cultivating immortals should not be underestimated.

It is said that Wanshengmen is only a new force rising from the ruins after the ancient sky change, and there is no inheritance from before the ancient times.

Such forces have the means to block the Fitted Sage Monarch.

And what kind of hole cards do the orthodox traditions that are really inherited from ancient times have?

Under the night, the eyes of the figure in the sky flickered.

It seems that I have to be more careful in my actions in the future.

Don't think that you can be invincible by being promoted and combined, maybe you will capsize in the gutter when you encounter some ancient force's backhand.

After secretly warning herself, Bai Lu's mind moved, and her figure melted into the night like a breeze.

At this time, although the blessed land formation of the Wanshengmen has activated the warning function, it is not in a complete state, and naturally it cannot stop the fit and powerful figure.

Bai Lu just tapped lightly towards the void, and the transparent enchantment in front of her eyes was like a calm lake, with a small raindrop falling into it, causing slight ripples.

Immediately, a gap appeared in the invisible barrier, and the figure of the girl under the moonlight passed through the guardian array like a breeze without making a sound, and came to the interior of Wanshengblessed Land.

From the beginning to the end, the early warning formation guarding the sky above the Wansheng Gate did not respond at all.

Bai Lu was in the blessed land of all saints, and her spiritual consciousness was locked on the main hall of the sect of the ten thousand saints.

It was brightly lit, and a violent quarrel was breaking out.

"Tao Jingtian, the soul lamp of the Jindan disciple in the sect has gone out again! What are you doing, you must explain clearly today."

An old man with devilish energy lingered all over his beard and hair, staring fiercely at the middle-aged scribe sitting above him, his Nascent Soul aura surged like a vast ocean.

There were more than a dozen companions standing beside him, at least all of them were old demons in the late Nascent Soul Stage. At this moment, they all stared at her glaringly at her, and all of them were covered in turbulent magic smoke, and the powerful coercion swept away in the hall.

Tao Jingtian, the head of the Wansheng Gate, is a middle-aged man with elegant appearance. He looked at the elders who suddenly made trouble in front of him, and then looked at the closed gate of the main hall.

Turning his head to look at the old man in white who was sitting upright, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was ugly.

"Brother, why don't you say something?"

The white old man has a rosy complexion, no beard under his chin, two long white eyebrows, hanging down to his chest like willow branches, and his temperament is not at all like that of a demon head of the Demon Sect, but more like a fairy-talented Taoist people.

I saw him sitting on the seat with an old god, gently blowing on the hot tea in front of him, and his two long white eyebrows waved gently like dragon whiskers.

Taking a sip of tea lightly, the old man's voice was slow.

"Junior Brother Jingtian, don't blame fellow junior brothers for committing crimes, the old man can't understand many of your operations?"

The old man in white raised his head slightly, with an inexplicable sense of oppression in his old eyes.

The light in the eye sockets, even the master of the Wanshengmen who was born in Yuanying Dzogchen, dare not look directly at him.

Tao Jingtian was under strong pressure, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

Immediately understood the meaning of the other party.

His eyes darkened, he stared at the other party's deep eyes, and gritted his teeth.

"Is this what you mean? Or what all the elders mean."

"The meaning of the old man is the meaning of all the primordial gods and gods of Wanshengmen."

The long-browed old man looked at the middle-aged scribe above him, with a trace of regret in his old eyes, and sighed softly.

"Junior Brother Tao, this old man is a thousand years older than you. Breaking through the primordial spirit early can be regarded as watching you and Junior Brother Shen grow up together. I don't want to ask about the things between you."

"Even if you betrayed your second senior brother and snatched the position of sect master by force, the old man didn't say anything for the sake of being in the same line."

"Because of the demon sect, you should be ruthless. Your second senior brother is fascinated by that girl Kang Yirui, how much can you do? A real demon should be like you who doesn't recognize his relatives."

(End of this chapter)