Qing Ming

Ziyue Jun seemed to have something to hide, but he hesitated when the words came to his lips.

"Sister Ziyue has something to do, but it's okay to talk about it, as long as Qiankun can do it, she will do her best." Liu Qiankun said seriously.

"Do you know where this place is?" Zi Yuejun asked with a smile.

Liu Qiankun shook his head, with doubts in his eyes, he really wanted to know what kind of place this was.

"This can be said to be a bottle, a bottle with infinite space." Ziyue Jun looked bitter, but from her dignified expression, it can be seen that every word is not a lie.

"Bottle?" Liu Qiankun was shocked.

Just a bottle can trap Ziyue Jun, who sees spirits as nothing, for millions of years, which shows how powerful the person who controls this bottle is.

"Well, it's not just me, there are tens of millions of ancient demons like me trapped in it. I can only be regarded as a demon emperor who barely occupies a shelter!"

Ziyue Jun's eyes were empty, staring at the not-so-wide sky outside the hall, there was a layer of mist in his eyes.

Liu Qiankun lowered his head, now that the three fairy swords in front of him could no longer arouse the slightest desire for him, he was thinking about who sent him into this bottle.

I'm afraid everything has something to do with Hong Xiaotian's master, but what is the intention?Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure it out... He had to raise his head and look at Zi Yuejun quietly.

"Maybe she can solve some mysteries in my heart?" Liu Qiankun thought to himself.

"Hey! Maybe we can only be regarded as pets that he randomly captured here..." Ziyue Jun had already turned his back, but the slight shrug of his shoulders still couldn't escape Liu Qiankun's eyes.

"Could it be that Qiankun is also that 'his' pet?" The deep voice sounded, and Liu Qiankun's heart was already filled with sorrow.

Ziyue Jun turned sideways fiercely, a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he said coldly: "You are not worthy!" An extremely strong aura spread instantly, and even the three immortal swords suspended in the air burst out The trembling dragon roared.

"Ah!" Liu Qiankun was completely stunned, he opened his mouth wide and did not close it for a while.

It wasn't because he was captured by Zi Yuejun's aura, but his thoughts stopped suddenly, and his mind went blank.

I thought it would be a great thing to get back my cultivation base, and with the comprehension in the vast sea of ​​stars, at least I would have the power to fight any spirit fairy and the like, but I didn't expect this 'bottle' In the space, even being a pet is crowned with the word 'unworthy', how can it not make his heart go crazy...

Lord Ziyue did not exaggerate, the powerhouse who can trap tens of thousands of ancient monsters and desolate beasts at will for millions of years is no longer comparable to ordinary gods.

Even when Ziyue Jun was put into this vase, he didn't even see the opponent's face clearly, and the other monsters trapped in it were probably similar to her...

Seeing his appearance, Zi Yuejun couldn't help but raise his mouth, and said: "Although I don't know why I sent you here, I can be sure..."

The words stopped halfway through, and the corners of Zi Yuejun's mouth raised an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Sister Ziyue, what are you sure about!" Liu Qiankun urged.

Ziyue-jun's pass made him feel a glimmer of hope, and even two veins on his forehead popped out in vain.

"You...can...go...out." Ziyue-jun paused every word, every word uttered contained a sense of coercion that made one's heart palpitate.

The strength of this kind of speech also greatly deepened the credibility, at least Liu Qiankun believed it.

"But I don't know what kind of state the God of Handling the Bottle wants you to cultivate to..." Ziyue Jun's eyes blurred for a while, and he murmured: "Ten thousand years? 10 years? Or a million years...or longer !"

Liu Qiankun's face became more and more gloomy, and the time Zi Yuejun spit out was ten times in ten thousand units. When she said the word longer, a face darker than the bottom of the pot appeared. prototype.

"Stop talking, I don't care if the person holding the bottle is a god or a ghost, as long as I stay here for a million years, it's absolutely impossible!" Liu Qiankun said these words almost in a roar.

"This is just a guess, no matter what, you will have a bottle one day." A smile appeared on Zi Yuejun's face.

At this time, Liu Qiankun felt as if his feet had fallen into a quagmire, and the harder he struggled, the deeper he would sink.

"Cultivation, fuck the practice, why did you come to this other world in a daze and always have something to do with these gods and ghosts..." Liu Qiankun was already mad, scolding loudly, while running out of the palace go.

He didn't use the slightest bit of cultivation, just ran out like this, muttering some words that even Ziyue Jun couldn't understand.

"Who the hell is he?" Looking at Liu Qiankun running away, a trace of doubt flashed in Zi Yuejun's eyes, followed by a flash of energy, and he murmured: "Anyway, he is the only one I left here. hope, the only one."

The purple shadow fluttered, turning into an arc of light and shooting towards the direction where Liu Qiankun was running.

Liu Qiankun ran faster and faster, watching the huge beehive behind him row by row, he didn't know how many laps he had run around the ball. Exercise can let him vent.

Canopy!

With a loud noise, he was exhausted and finally bumped into a huge beehive. A huge thrust sent his whole body flying tens of feet, and he fell to the ground on his back with a bang.

Liu Qiankun's strong body didn't feel the slightest pain, but he felt extremely tired inside, because he was still a modern person in his bones, a modern person who was tired of the way of immortals and gods, and stared at the top of his head with his eyes wide open. A shimmering purple light.

buzzing...

Countless purple moonlights flew out of the impacted hive, hovered in the air for a while, and finally stopped in front of Liu Qiankun's eyes. The buzzing sound of flapping wings made people feel even more disturbed.

The flying Ziyue light slowly condensed into four big purple characters in vigorous and powerful before his eyes: Man will conquer the sky.

There was a flash of light in Liu Qiankun's empty eyes, and he looked thoughtfully at the trembling big characters above his head...

Although each Ziyuemang has spiritual infant cultivation, it is impossible to take the initiative to form a few words to enlighten Liu Qiankun. It goes without saying that their king is secretly manipulating all of this.

"Cultivation, what am I practicing for?" He stared blankly at the four big characters that did not disperse, and muttered to himself, trying to find a reason for himself.

A reason for him to raise his confidence in practice, he always felt like being pulled by an invisible rope, a sense of powerless frustration lingered in his heart, and finally closed his tired eyes, he wanted to sleep, and even wanted to stay awake.

"Huh!" Ziyue Jun appeared in the void, the expression on his face froze slightly, and his big watery eyes were fixed on the sleeping Liu Qiankun.

He fell asleep, with a deep depression between his brows, and a little golden light flickered around that pale golden mole, coating his entire handsome face with a strange golden color...

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