Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 103 Void Illusion
another side.
The void illusion seems to be covered with a layer of purple mist, and the ground of the stone steps is also purple red.

A purple-looking planet with a half-circle of white halo echoed in the sky,

There is no sky here, the boundless is purple, deep purple, purple, lavender.
There is a bridge and a tiger's mouth at each mouth, guarded by ghost fires;

What flows below the tiger's mouth is not a river, but rolling lava. It was originally fire-like lava, with a little blood mixed in it~
Black smoke came out frequently, and it was strange to say that no matter how much black smoke came out, it would never come out of the stone steps.

There are countless purple and white vortex mouths forming a circle of light around it, and it is unknown where it will be teleported, it is an indescribable mystery.
At this time, above the Great Hall of Void Illusion, it is better to say it is a paradise of purple space than the Great Hall.

The soles of the feet are covered with mandala flowers, and the palace is made of [-]-step steps cut from jade without a trace of impurities. It is unassuming and holy;
Above the stairs is a palace, but the view inside is blocked by numerous lavender curtains.
When the wind blows, pieces of lavender tulle are swayed, adding to the sense of mystery.

The hall grows endlessly. At this time, the mage is standing on the left, and the warrior is on the right. Their eyes are unified at a 45° degree, looking straight at the steps made of white jade;
Straighten the body, all are solemn; the scale is magnificent.

The mage at the front is holding a luminous Bodhi staff; the soldier is holding a golden tearing sword;

Behind them are the mage holding the crimson celestial staff, and the warrior holding the magic sword.

There are men and women, and none of them have extraordinary faces; they all stand on both sides according to their ranks and occupations.

At this time, a man holding a descending celestial staff knelt in the middle of the hall.

"His Royal Highness, please punish me. This subordinate failed to complete the task within the stipulated time." The man said; this man was the man who chased and killed Qing Cheng just now.

"You can't even catch a small butterfly spirit, Jiujue, how will you help His Highness in the future?"

A mage who was closest to the white jade steps said, holding a Bodhi staff.

"Jiu Jue confessed his crime, Master Mo Bei appeases his anger, Jiu Jue apologizes with death." The man who called Jiu Jue finished speaking, raised his cane in his hand and prepared to take his own way.

At this time, a gust of purple wind swept from the tulle, swept away the stick in Jiujue's hand, and the crimson fairy stick fell on the mandala flowers at the bottom of his feet.
Blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth, it was just a gust of wind, but it was better than death.

"Thank you, Your Highness Yin." The man knelt under the white jade steps.

"This general Jiujue sometimes misses, I'm afraid it's not just the butterfly spirit."

A faint male voice sounded from behind the tulle, the voice was indescribably lazy. The voice was even more crisp to the bone, frivolous and enchanting.

A sentence seems to be sure, but it is Ning asked again.

(End of this chapter)