Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1465 Thousands of years have passed

"Ha ha ha ha."

Amid the wanton laughter, Ming Xiaoyang, who claimed to be the sixth generation Yuantian Master, continued to fade and disappeared in front of Ye Fan.

Snapped!
  At this moment, Ye Fan can only be regarded as a monk who has reluctantly entered the path of cultivation. He received the Yuantian Book given by Ming Xiaoyang and looked at a loss.

What is Yuantianshi?
  What's the use of this thing?
  Swish!
  When Ye Fan was at a loss, the mountain wall beside him trembled, and a figure as beautiful as an immortal flew out from the heart of the mountain, holding a simple and ancient tile basin in his jade hands.

Boom!

It is such an ordinary clay basin that exudes infinite luster and attracts streams of light in the distance.

Seeing the other party, with Mark's mind, he couldn't help but feel amazed.

This is an extremely beautiful woman, like an orchid in an empty valley, very otherworldly, with a kind of tranquil beauty, perfectly integrated with the beautiful natural scenery around her, as if she is a part of the beauty of this world.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
  There was a dull, charming heartbeat, and in the Qing Emperor's tomb, the emperor's heart that condensed the infinite power of the Qing Emperor thousands of years ago flew up and flew towards Yan Ruyu.

"No, the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart has appeared!"

"The Qing Emperor's heart is the source of the Qing Emperor's power. If it falls into the hands of the demon clan, it is likely to create a second demon emperor!"

"Stop them!"

In the sky, the big shots from all sides who were fighting fiercely for the Qing Emperor's Tomb saw this scene and stopped one after another and rushed towards this place.

A group of demon tribesmen hiding in the darkness rushed out to stop the masters from the major holy places.

Swish!
  The demon princess Yan Ruyu is the last bloodline of the Qing Emperor, and they have the same origin. The demon emperor's sacred heart seems to have sensed the aura of her descendants, and takes the initiative to fall into Yan Ruyu's jade palm.

………………

The Qing Emperor's tomb is hundreds of miles away.

Ming Xiaoyang, dressed in white with silver hair tied up, stood on a hill, with an expression of watching a good show on his face.

Next to him, there is a fairy-like woman with national beauty, like a pearl, with crystal-clear skin, surrounded by brilliance. Her fairy body is tall and graceful, like a divine lotus blooming. Her whole person has an ethereal temperament and a stunning face. A bit playful.

"I really can't believe that you just gave away the Origin Heaven Book like this?" A pleasant sound like big beads falling on a jade plate sounded, and he said teasingly.

"It's useless if you keep it in your hands. If you give it away, it's just a waste!" Ming Xiaoyang said indifferently.

"Use waste?" The red lips of the woman standing next to Ming Xiaoyang twitched, "If your words spread, I guess many people will want to beat you to death!"

"That is the Source Heaven Book, the supreme treasure book that countless people in the Source Magic world dream of!"

"It is indeed a treasure book." Ming Xiaoyang said with his head in agreement, "But that depends on whose hands it is."

"In my hands, there are not many things that are not trash. I estimate that I can find only a few in the universe!"

Ming Xiaoyang's words are not ordinary conceitedness, but no matter who he is, he must admit that he has the capital to say such things.

The thirteen restricted area supreme beings were slaughtered by him like chopping melons and vegetables. The ruthless emperor was a bit afraid in front of him.

"By the way, how does it feel to be reincarnated?" After saying a few words, Ming Xiaoyang lowered his head, looked at the girl standing beside him playfully, and asked curiously.

"Very good, I have never felt so good." The girl moved her waist, her crystal body shining with a smooth color like ivory, and said quietly.

"Finally came to life, and you are still shaking the light, and you are the saint of the Holy Land of Shaking Light. You have worked really hard!" Having said this, the contemporary Holy Lady of Fluttering Light glared at Ming Xiaoyang angrily.

Just ask, who could have imagined that the Holy Lady of Fluctuating Light who disappeared six thousand years ago would transform into the Holy Lady of Fluctuating Light today.

"That's natural." Ming Xiaoyang, who transformed the former Fluttering Light Saint into the current Fluttering Light Saint, was not ashamed but proud and hugged Yao Xi's jade-cut shoulders, "You don't want to solve the problem A moth that shakes the Light Holy Land?"

"Wouldn't it be better to become this generation's Fluttering Light Saint?"

"By the way, what should I call you from now on?" Ming Xiaoyang suddenly asked gossiping, "call you Yaoguang Beauty, Yaoguang Saint, or Yao Xi?"

"You and I have been together for six thousand years, but you have never told me your real name. This is really sad!"

Ming Xiaoyang put his hands on his forehead, making a sign of grief.

Bang!
  After being reincarnated once, she appeared again as the Holy Lady of Light. Yao Xi didn't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of a butterfly or a butterfly who dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

The memories of the two lives blend together, and the feelings towards the person in front of you are inevitably complicated. It can be seen that he has this funny look, angry and funny, as if he has returned to the past.

Five tender white and green jade fingers clenched tightly and punched Ming Xiaoyang hard on the chest, "Please, you are a legendary immortal, can't you have some manners that an immortal should have?"

"The manners of an immortal?" Ming Xiaoyang took a punch from Yao Xi, took a few steps back in an exaggerated manner, covered his chest, tilted his head and thought, "What is that? Can it be eaten?"

"Besides, it's so tiring to be so serious!"

"Hmph!" Yao Xi snorted, "That's ridiculous."

"Yao Xi, just call me Yao Xi. Of course, if you call me Xi'er, I won't object!"

Xi'er?

Ming Xiaoyang stared at those star-like beautiful eyes and murmured: "Xi'er, this is a good title."

"Okay, I'll call you that from now on!"

As soon as his figure flashed, Ming Xiaoyang returned to Yao Xi's side again, his palm resting on Perfect Xiang's shoulder, "Where is your cultivation now?"

"The first transformation into a dragon!" Yao Xi replied calmly, with a bit of pride in his expression, "Give me a few more years, and I should be able to fully restore my cultivation of alternative enlightenment."

"By then, it won't be a problem to kill the Holy Son of Yaoguang and the ruthless people in my Yaoguang family!"

"What?" Ming Xiaoyang crossed his shoulders, "You even killed your future Taoist companions, do you want to murder your own husband?"

"Murder my husband?" Yao Xi glared at Ming Xiaoyang, "If I really want to murder my husband, then I can just kill you, right?"

"That's right." Ming Xiaoyang put down his hands and said seriously, "If you really become the Holy Lady of this generation of Yaoguang Holy Land, believe me, there will not be another living person in Yaoguang Holy Land!"

"If the woman I identified is touched by someone else, then these two people will definitely not die, but I can guarantee that they will definitely want to die!"

"I know you're powerful, so there's no need to remind me." Yao Xi said coquettishly.

"Five thousand years have passed." The contemporary Yaoguang Saint said with great emotion, "The ruthless people are becoming more and more powerful in Yaoguang Holy Land, and even the Holy Son has become one of theirs."

"There is a long way to go to eradicate the ruthless lineage! The most important thing is that there is still an ancestor in the ancient forbidden land!"

(End of this chapter)