Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 607 The Witch and the Monk

"What kind of place is this?" Looking at the black wormhole, Fan Qingtian asked with some surprise on his calm face.

"This is a dream space. One day in the outside world is one year in the world of dream space. We will spend these seven years in this dream space.

In the fantasy space, we don't know what our identities are. Whether fate can make us meet in these seven years, so that we can fall in love with anyone, everything depends on God's will, and it is fair to everyone. "Reaper explained to Fan Qingtian unhurriedly.

After hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian finally understood that the god of death wanted to speed up the game.

There are many wonders in this world. There is a world, and naturally there is a heaven, and there are other unknown realms.

In this dream space, it is a year, and the world where Fan Qingtian is in is a day, which is not surprising at all.

"I understand." Fan Qingtian responded.

"Do you have the confidence that you really won't fall in love with me?" His eyes were fixed on Fan Qingtian, and the words of the god of death seemed to be a bit infatuated.

Recalling Ye Duchen's betrayal at that time, Fan Qingtian clenched his hands tightly.

She no longer has love in her heart, why should she be afraid of falling in love with the God of Death, she will not fall in love with the God of Death, and it is impossible to fall in love with the God of Death!Fan Qingtian said firmly in his heart.

The corner of his mouth raised a brilliant arc, and Fan Qingtian smiled and said, "Will the god of death fall in love with me? This also makes me very challenging."

The cool lips parted slightly, and he gave a chuckle, but did not answer Fan Qingtian's question, and changed the subject, "Since you have made up your mind, let's start."

"Okay!" Fan Qingtian replied sonorously.

The dream space belongs to another strange world. Fan Qingtian and Li Mie's physical bodies cannot enter. If you want to enter, you can only enter with your soul.

He ordered Dai Qi to defend the two of them outside to prevent accidents. Both Fan Qingtian and Death God crossed their legs, lowering their hands to each other, forcing out their soul body and sealing their memories.

The two souls headed towards the black wormhole like flowing light.

The black wormhole was like a tiger's mouth, instantly swallowing the souls of Death God and Brahma Qingtian into it.

Seeing the souls of Death God and Fan Qingtian enter the dream space, leaving only the two bodies, Dai Qi felt very uncomfortable standing on Fan Qingtian's shoulder.

He really wanted to take the opportunity to blow up the body of the god of death directly, but he promised that Fan Qingtian would not be able to touch the body of the god of death.

Although Daiqi is an arrogant and conceited beast, Daiqi is not the kind of monster that breaks promises. Daiqi can only look at the god of death with hatred and protect the two flesh bodies.

In the Desolate Continent, there are rumors that there is a woman who is as beautiful as a fairy, and even a fairy is not as beautiful as her.

In the Desolate Continent, there are rumors that there is a woman who is bloodthirsty, cruel and enchanting. Hearing the name of this woman, everyone is terrified. In the legend, even the Asura Chakra is not as cruel as this woman.

And these two rumored women are both the same person, Qi Lingxin.

Qi Lingxin, known as the number one female devil in the troubled times of the Barren Flood Continent, practices evil kung fu and specializes in sucking men's blood, she is the woman that all men turn pale upon hearing her words.

Because of her strength, no one can kill her, and everyone in the mainland fears her.

But Qi Lingxin has a beautiful appearance that can overwhelm the country and the city, like a demon girl, while all the men are afraid of her, they can't help but want to get close to her.

The moonlight was hazy, and dots of sporadic stars flickered in the sky.

A majestic and luxurious crystal palace is built on a towering mountain peak.

The entire palace is made of various crystal stones, which are crystal clear, colorful, holy and beautiful, and dreamy under the hazy moonlight.

In the main hall of the Crystal Palace, the sound of the piano is lingering, and the red veil is light. On the crystal couch above the main hall, a beautiful and beautiful woman is half lying.

The woman was dressed in a red dress, with one foot raised slightly on tiptoe, resting on another slender breast.

The long skirts were scattered down, and the white thighs were shining brightly, revealing a piece of spring light, which made people feel thirsty.

The woman propped her head with one hand, and she was full of charm, like a beautiful woman on a lazy couch.

Crescent eyebrows are lightly drawn, half-closed eyes, the woman's delicately carved face is stunning, with a faint curvature on the red lips, which seems to be a smile but not a smile.

The long black hair was like satin, falling behind her back, and a mischievous strand of hair stuck to the woman's face, fluttering gently with the woman's subtle breathing.

The two maidservants gently pressed the woman's shoulders, making it unbearable to disturb the woman who was enjoying herself.

But unfortunately, at this time, two guards came in hastily, pressing down a monk.

Kneeling the monk on the ground, the two guards half-kneeled on the ground at the same time, and respectfully said to the half-lying woman above, "Palace Master, we caught a sneaky and shady monk halfway up the mountain. The Lord decides."

As the guard's voice fell, Qi Lingxin, who was half lying on the couch, slowly raised her eyes and looked towards the monk below.

Dressed in a light brown cassock, with a string of round sandalwood Buddha beads hanging on the body, the whole body exudes the compassionate breath of the Buddha who can save all living beings.

Although Xuanchen is a monk according to his life, he has not been shaved, his long brown hair is coiled up, and a string of fine Buddha jade beads is tied in his hair.

The facial features are like sculptures, some are unreal, and a little red cinnabar between the eyebrows supports the white and handsome face of Xuanchen to make it more holy and radiant, just like a god.

In this world, there are two types of monks, one is the practice monks, who go to the world to save sentient beings, and they don't need to be shaved, and they can directly fly to immortals after their meritorious deeds are completed.

Another kind of monk is to be ordained, and he specializes in promoting Buddhism in temples and extraditing souls.

Compared with these two kinds of monks, the path of practicing monks is more difficult and dangerous.

Although he was arrested, Xuanchen Zhaoshi didn't show any fear on his face, he put his hands together and looked up at Qi Lingxin who was half lying on the couch.

The eyes meet and meet, and in an instant, each other's figure is reflected in the pupils of both sides.

The pitch-black eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making people unable to see what was in his heart, but the depths of the eyes were enough to reveal a strong sense of loneliness.

I have never seen a person who can hide his mind so hard that people can't figure it out, which makes Xuan Chen Zhaoshi want to get rid of the mist in Qi Ling's heart.

The light blue eyes are as clear and pure as water, in his eyes, it seems that everything is good, there is only good, there is no bad.

Bumping into Xuanchen Zhaoshi's eyes, Qi Lingxin suddenly fell in love with these pure eyes that were not stained with any dust.

"What a handsome monk." The moment she saw Xuan Chen shining in the world, Qi Ling's bewitching voice echoed in the hall.

(End of this chapter)