magic door player

Wuming Sanren casually rewarded the cultivator surnamed Qi and the bearded man with several magic weapons, and gave each of them a talisman that he made himself.

The two were overjoyed, and retreated in fear.

In the hall, only Wuming Sanren and Murong Xue were left.

The unnamed Sanren held the pearl and meditated for a moment, then a vast amount of mana gushed out, erasing the imprint of the demon cultivator Gao Xiang, and re-refined the magic weapon.

With a thought in his mind, a ray of light emerged from the pearl, and when it fell to the ground, it retracted, revealing a tall, graceful young girl with graceful curves.

"What's your name?"

he asked lightly.

With a shy face on Murong Xue's face, she said in a low voice: "Murong Xue..."

Wuming Sanren sized Murong Xue up and down, nodded and said: "You have extraordinary talent in cultivation, your foundation is solid, and you are expected to form a third-rank golden core in the future."

Under the gaze of the unknown person, Murong Xue felt that there was no secret at all in her body, as if she had been seen through at a glance.

He won't find my Tier [-] flying sword and sword manual...

A thought flashed in the girl's mind.

Then I heard Wuming Sanren continue to say: "Would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

Murong Xue was taken aback, how could this happen? !
With a flash of thought in her mind, she quickly came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes glanced at Pang Yue, her eyelids drooped and said: "I already have a teacher, she treats me very well, I will never ask another person to be my teacher in this life .”

Wuming Sanren didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a calm smile: "Then you will be my concubine."

"what?"

Murong Xue's beautiful eyes widened, she looked at the unknown person in disbelief.

She thought that the other party was eager to love the material and wanted to use means to force her to become a teacher, but who would have thought...it was back to the original point!
Wuming Sanren stretched out his hand to lift Murong Xue's chin, only to see that she has greasy skin, drooping thick eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and curved willow eyebrows are delicately drawn, which can be called perfect.

This woman has a pair of extraordinarily bright and clear almond eyes, looking at her with a pleasant look, and her temperament is even more elegant and graceful, with a bit more mature charm.

The unnamed Sanren said: "I don't have a name, so you can call me Master from now on!"

"master……"

Murong Xue's eyes trembled, she didn't dare to look directly at Wuming Sanren, and said softly.

She has long, straight, jet-black hair that clings to her back and hips. She has a tall figure, and her legs are round and slender, full of vitality.

Wuming Sanren nodded in satisfaction. Among his many concubines, this Shu's body proportions are the most perfect.

I really feel regretful if I add or subtract one more point, it can be called a masterpiece in the world.

"I heard that you are from the Yin Yang sect?"

The nameless scattered man asked.

Murong Xue nodded silently.

The young Taoist in front of him is the top of the golden core, the top figure among thousands of monks in Luoxingyuan.

In front of him, I was like a little white rabbit in front of a lion.

Right now, from the eyes of the lion, she clearly sees that the lion is about to enjoy the food.

The monks of the Yin Yang sect can usually choose a Taoist companion voluntarily when they are in the realm of breathing energy in the outer sect, and they can practice the magic method together and move forward hand in hand.

There are also monks who wait until the Daoist realm before making a choice.

The purpose is to choose better people.

Only a very small number of monks will choose a Taoist companion after entering the Golden Core Realm.

That is a very small number of monks who aim to aspire to the primordial spirit and even cultivate into Tianluo.

Only Wuming Sanxiu said with great interest: "Then, let me see the secret method of your Yin Yang sect."

Murong Xue was immediately ashamed, and within this shyness was also full of complex emotions such as nervousness, fear, and helplessness.

outside the temple.

Snowflakes are still flying and falling.

After a long time, there was a sound of dragon singing and phoenix screeching, and a pair of dragon and phoenix phantoms emerged from the void, coiling into a large formation...

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The brocade tent is still warm, and the dark fragrance is overflowing.

A slender and round snow-white jade leg protruded from the curtain of the bed, her slender jade feet stepped lightly on the cold ground, her snowy toes were slightly drawn together, she looked a little shameful, extremely delicate and lovely.

Murong Xue stepped down from the jade couch gently, and put on a long skirt with a waist, showing her curves proudly.

She walked to the entrance of the main hall and opened the door.

A beautiful woman looked at her with a smile on her face, handed over a jade slip, and said: "Give it to the master, and say that this thing was sent by Anzi."

Murong Xue nodded, took the jade slip, and closed the palace door shyly.

She returned to the jade couch, handed the jade slip to the unknown person, and said in a low voice: "Master, the jade slip sent by Anzi seems to be urgent."

Wuming Sanren took the jade slip, unsealed it with a secret method, and looked at the contents indifferently.

Murong Xue was still immersed in the long and charming cultivation not long ago, and felt a little dazed.

Wuming Sanren's exercises are neutral and peaceful, not like evil cultivators...

Seeing the unnamed Sanren handing the jade slips back, he said, "Take care of me even with small things...you can take a look."

Murong Xue came back to her senses, took the jade slip, and stuck it on her forehead curiously.

The next moment, her face suddenly turned pale, her face paled, and she looked at the unknown person in horror.

Among the jade slips, it turned out to be the information sent back by An Zi who was arranged by the unknown Sanren beside Yu Sanren...

It is clearly written in the information that Mo Xiu Gao Xiang's remnant soul said something after seeing Yu Sanren.

The birthday gift he was going to present to Yu Sanren was a fourth-order flying sword and a sword manual of primordial spirit level, but they were snatched away by Wuming Sanren's men.

Yu Sanren was furious...

It was only then that Murong Xue knew that her master had not only fallen into the hands of demon cultivator Gao Xiang, but was also refined by Gao Xiang, who knew the secrets of the two masters and apprentices.

It's just that Gao Xiang didn't force Murong Xue, obviously he had other plans.

Gao Xiang's Demon Sect body training method, even if he used the fourth-order flying sword and sword manual, it may not be able to accomplish much.

On the contrary, giving this great gift to Yu Sanren can maximize the benefits.

He has never shown that he knows the secret, but he is afraid that Murong Xue's incident will be messed up and the big thing will be ruined.

Such a city is also in line with the heart of a monk of the Demon Gate.

Now that Wuming Sanren knows about this, will he take away the opportunity of his master and apprentice?
Wuming Sanren smiled and said: "Don't panic, I don't like a mere fourth-order flying sword, master."

Only now did Murong Xue feel at ease.

Wuming Taoist's mind doesn't seem to be on these "foreign objects".

The unknown Sanren asked again: "The Yin Yang sect is the Dazong, you are a true disciple, have you ever heard of which kind of secret method or elixir has the miraculous effect of healing the damage of the soul?"

Murong Xue thought for a while, looked at Wuming Sanren, and asked softly: "It depends, what kind of soul is damaged?"

"Sword wound."

The nameless scattered person said lightly.

Murong Xue thought for a while, then raised her eyes and said: "I once heard from Master that there is a spirit official in the city of Seven Immortals in Jiayin who is proficient in the secrets of the soul..."

"Jiayin's character is seven? Immortal city?"

Wuming Sanren frowned upon hearing this.

He woke up a hundred years ago in an underground cave on a floating island in Luoxingyuan.

No memory!

His physical body was nearly destroyed, his soul was damaged, and a terrifying sword intent remained on his soul until now, making it difficult for him to recover.

In the past hundred years, he has already recovered [-]% to [-]% of his physical injuries, which is comparable to the true emperor of the beauty god.

But mana and soul still remain in the half-step Yuanshen realm.

Especially for the soul, there is almost no cure.

It is rumored that thousands of years ago, a shocking sword light descended from the sky, and the wonder of Luoxingyuan has long been opened.

I don't know if that sword light is the same as the sword intent in his soul?
Although he has lost his memory, his supernatural powers and secret techniques are still imprinted in the depths of his soul like instinct.

When practicing with Murong Xue not long ago, they used a secret method called "Dragon and Phoenix Yin".

He controls so many supernatural powers, so powerful, it is simply shocking!
Even he himself was shocked!
There are also many magic weapons in my body... one by one challenges people's imagination.

He really does not lack a fourth-tier flying sword, and he has a seventh-tier flying sword...

So, who am I?

This question has troubled him for a hundred years.

Therefore, he named himself "nameless".

He also erected a stone tablet in the hall to remind himself at all times.

He didn't dare to leave Luoxingyuan...

He has a deep understanding of the horror of the sword intent in his soul!
One's own enemy is very terrible.

Before his strength recovered, staying in the chaotic Luo Xingyuan was undoubtedly the best choice.

Now there is a choice to face.

In order to heal the wounds of the soul, leave Luoxingyuan and go to the fairy city?

Or continue to stay in Luoxingyuan, looking for other ways?