Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Immortal Xuanhua looked at the emperor and asked earnestly, "please leave your name..."

The emperor Feng Qing frowned slightly and didn't seem to want to say who he was.

Xia Qingluo smiled and his eyes showed cunning. "Immortal Xuanhua, don't you see that he is your former disciple Yun Jueming and the emperor of the God family. He also reincarnated in jiuchongtian. He spent the 800 disciples in the infernal hell."

Once the emperor of the God family?

I seem to have heard Shizu say.

That's a god older than Xia Qingluo.

Immortal Xuanhua was really messy in the wind at this moment.

His face was so complicated that he could not tell whether he was surprised or pleased.

The corners of his mouth pulled, but he couldn't see whether he was crying or laughing.

The reincarnation of the gods in heaven, you and other people really can't see through!

Then he thought of those entanglements. At this time, his mood was very complex. He didn't know what language to use to express his complex mood. It was mortals who suffered from the reincarnation of immortals.

But what can he say.

Once they did not know this.

But fortunately, they did so many things for jiuchongtian after they woke up.

At this time, immortal Xuanhua believes that the future jiuchongtian will be more prosperous than the jiuchongtian a thousand years ago!

Xia Qingluo frowned and said to immortal Xuanhua, "you are the only one in jiuchongtian. You are weak. Can they find those martial uncles before?"

Immortal Xuanhua shook his head and sighed, "almost all fell. Those who did not fall also defected from the school. I can't let them come back."

Yes, I left at the most critical time of jiuchongtian.

When the Ninth Heaven regains its glory and they come back, such people really shouldn't accept it!

Now jiuchongtian has become the most abundant place in Tianshu mainland!

It's like a child in downtown holding a pile of gold and silver treasures, which will arouse the covet of countless people.

At this time, the cultivation of jiuchongtian's disciples is still at the threshold. If you want to cultivate, you can't achieve it overnight.

It can't be completed in a day or two!

And it's really hard to rely on immortal Xuanhua alone.

Xuanhua is also obviously aware of this.

He frowned and then said, "no matter what, I will defend jiuchongtian to the death."

Xia Qingluo looked at Qin Junlin. Suddenly, she thought of a person.

So Xia Qingluo said to immortal Xuanhua, "first discuss with your disciples how to recruit disciples. I'll find you someone who can help you guard the sect."

Immortal Xuanhua was overjoyed and said to Xia Qingluo, "then thank the ancestor of Qingluo."

Xia Qingluo waved her hand. "Don't thank me. After all, I used to be a disciple of jiuchongtian. These are what I should do. Well, you go and be busy. I have something to say with the emperor."

Looking at the look of the two people, immortal Xuanhua flashed his eyes and shook his head slightly. Then he waved his hand very wisely, raised his spiritual power, and took the disciples to fly towards the main hall surrounded by green trees with great joy.

At this time, this is no longer a barren mountain without grass.

There is a refreshing aura everywhere.

In the mountains, those lost heavenly and earthly treasures have come back.

The turbid air that immortal Xuanhua had repressed in his heart for nearly two thousand years finally disappeared.

Xia Qingluo and the emperor Fengqing flew to the unknown lake one after another.

It's still the same as it was a thousand years ago.

The aura of white fog filled the sky over the nameless lake.