The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 737 Leng Zixi Wants To Be Demonic (Second)

Chapter [-] Leng Zixi Wants to Be Demonic (for Subscription, Reward)
This lake in the blessed land of the secret place of Gujia Village can be described as somewhat dramatic.

But at this moment, no one can laugh.

Zhao Baitong knelt on the ground, motionless, his expression full of grief, he stretched out his hand mechanically, and threw stacks of paper money into a brazier in front of him.

After a day and a night of crying, Gu Bei's sister, Gu Ying, also knelt on the ground, throwing paper money and ingots into the brazier with tears in her eyes.

The voice was already hoarse from crying: "Xiao Bei, you just... just left, leaving my sister and our mother behind, you are so cruel... woo..."

The tears were almost dry, and the throat was almost broken.

"Once you're gone, how can I explain to our mother? If I know about you, I'll be heartbroken... Huh... Xiaobei, wake up, even if you open your eyes and look at my sister..."

Gu Ying has been cultivating in Gujia Village, and now his cultivation base is about to build a foundation, thanks to the abundant spiritual energy here.

But when Zhao Baitong walked into Gujia Village with Gu Bei's statue on his back, Gu Ying was about to go crazy.

After learning about Gu Bei Petrochemical, Gu Ying fainted on the spot.

After waking up, there was no water, and I have been crying until now.

"Young master, you go!"

Before Zhao Baitong threw another pile, his voice was full of hatred, "Don't worry, my lord, I will arrest the person who killed you, no matter whether he is human or not, and let him keep your filial piety for thousands of years!"

Gritting hatred enveloped the sky of Gu's Village, and even the stars in the sky seemed to be a little dimmer.

Le Tianyi has always been lying on the statue of Gu Bei, unwilling to leave for a moment, as if he will stay with Gu Bei like this until the sky is old and the sea is dry.

Gu Qingying supported Le Tianyi, but Le Tianyi refused to leave.

Gu Qingying comforted Gu Ying, but Gu Ying refused to listen, still sobbing and burning paper.

Gu Qingying went to pull Zhao Baitong, but it didn't work at all.

Among the mountains and forests in the distance, a woman in a purple gauze dress was practicing her sword.

With a slash of the sword, a small mountain was directly cut off by her.

The woman in the purple gauze dress had a cold face full of pain. With a sword in her hand, she turned to look at the motionless statue on the lake bank, and then swept towards the sobbing people around the statue. Her pretty face gradually became distorted.

All of a sudden, an outstanding figure approached, and quickly clicked several important acupuncture points on the body of the woman in a strange purple gauze skirt.

The evil spirit around the woman in the purple gauze skirt gradually dissipated, and the distorted expression on her pretty face, which was cold and cold with hatred, also gradually calmed down.

"You have already bred demons in your heart. If you come half a moment late as a teacher, your blood will flow backwards and you will go crazy!"

The middle-aged man who appeared suddenly reprimanded him with anger on his face.His eyes are full of kindness.

"What is there to be afraid of, can he still come?!"

The woman in the purple veil looked at the motionless statue in the distance, and made a cold voice, as if to question.

"Hey...why are you bothering?"

The middle-aged man sighed, "I think Mr. Gu doesn't want to see you all become so decadent; Zixi, don't you have anything else in your heart besides hatred?!"

Leng Zixi didn't have a trace of vitality all over her body, like an old man in the twilight, or like a dead tree with no life, she only had hatred in her heart at the moment: "Master, don't worry, Zixi will not commit suicide. He is dead, but The person who killed him is still alive, Zixi will never let him have a good time!"

"Zixi, you can't do this. That existence is too terrifying, even the old man who knows everything is very afraid. What do you have to fight against him!"

The middle-aged man felt even more distressed, and tried to persuade him.

"I am not afraid of death!"

Leng Zixi uttered a few words coldly.

The middle-aged man sighed again, walked slowly, and left the forest.

He knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be of no use.

Not long after, the sound of sword practice sounded again in the mountains and forests, and it was Leng Zixi who had recovered, and began to practice almost self-harm again.

Everyone didn't notice that at a certain moment, the unmoving statue suddenly had a breath around it, and some grass around the statue had obviously grown taller because of this breath.

……

In the void, there is a hidden space, no one knows this place, let alone find this space.

But in this space, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects, high mountains and flowing water, and elegant scenery, like a paradise, a fairyland in the sky.

The breath of fairy spirits is everywhere.

Here, even if you don't cultivate deliberately, with the nourishment of these fairy breaths, mortals can live for hundreds of years.

In the huge small world of space, there is only one person living.

a woman.

A woman that all immortals and practitioners admire, respect, and even support with their lives.

She is Fairy Ziyan, known as the preacher of the way of heaven.

At this moment, in this small world of space, under a gazebo, there is a white jade round table and four white jade blocks.

Whether it is the white jade round table or the white jade pier, there is a trace of immortality, which is extraordinary at first glance.

There is a pot of tea on the table, a teapot made of clear jade, with curls of water mist emerging from the lid; beside the teapot made of jade, there are four teacups, which are also made of jade, and not ordinary jade.

A pair of crystal clear and slender jade hands suddenly stretched out, and the orchid fingers slightly opened, and picked up the jade pot.

The jade hand gracefully pressed the lid of the pot with one hand, and turned the jade pot with the other. A wisp of tea liquid exuding fresh and fairy air flowed out along the spout and fell into the jade cup next to it.

"Senior Wan, how about the taste of this pot of Jinzhiliusi tea made by Yan'er?"

The person who poured the tea was naturally the beautiful fairy Ziyan Fairy. After experiencing the unbearable situation in the Yin Sha Abyss and the terrible things in the Ghost King Valley, Fairy Ziyan was so angry that she ran away on the spot.

The state of mind is broken, and the heart of the Tao is damaged.

At this moment, Fairy Zi Yan is staying in her secret realm, repairing her Dao heart.

Temperament and expression naturally returned to the past non-human fireworks and compassionate attitude of saving all sentient beings.

I don't know if it was deliberately suppressing the state of mind, or because of this incident, Fairy Zi Yan's aura is obviously different from the past.

Wanshitong was not too polite, he directly picked up the teacup, glanced at Fairy Ziyan, then retracted it, and smiled lightly: "Fairy Ziyan's state of mind has improved again, congratulations!"

"Senior Wan, don't call the little girl a fairy anymore. You can just call the little girl Yaner!" Fairy Zi Yan has a breezy demeanor, her voice is ethereal and ethereal, and she smiles beautifully, but she is as indifferent as a fairy .

"Golden branches and flowing silk?"

Wanshitong picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Good tea, high-quality fairy tea!"

"Sister Yan'er, you're so biased, Jin'er wants it too!" Jin'er, who was chasing butterflies and playing, ran over and pouted.

"Okay, okay, our family Jin'er wants it too!" Fairy Ziyan showed a touch of doting and pity in her beautiful eyes, and poured a glass for Jin'er girl.

"What does Fairy Zi Yan think about Mr. Gu Bei's petrification into a statue this time?" Taking another sip of the tea, Wan Shi Tong raised his head, casually glanced at Fairy Zi Yan, and asked indifferently.

(End of this chapter)