Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

I didn't appreciate it before. This time I looked carefully. I saw a towering stone column every ten feet on both sides of the white marble main road. The stone column is snow-white, like jade and non jade.

A huge cloud dragon hovered on the column body, with vigorous posture and vigorous dragon claws, like galloping in the clouds and waves. It looked lifelike and looked different.

But the only thing that is the same is that each dragon has a round pearl with a faint golden light in its mouth.

The golden light seemed to come out of the Pearl, and it seemed to diffuse around the Pearl.

Looming and shining in the clouds.

Xia Qingluo looked terrified, and Lin Zi was so patiently explaining to her, "Xia Qingluo, this pearl has two hundred and sixteen pieces, which is a universal pearl, which can gather the whole world to clear the air, and the essence of the sun and moon. It is the treasure of our qingluan school."

In fact, Xia Qingluo has been curious about how these immortal sects feed so many people and who built such magnificent buildings on the top of the mountain.

If this kind of architecture really exists in history, it is estimated that the major wonders of the world will stand aside.

However, one more look at the little expert of architecture beside him will make it clear.

A palace can be built overnight, so it is not difficult to understand these in front of you.

The main road is more than 300 meters, because there is no end in the clouds.

I didn't see the scene until I came to the end.

This is the main hall of qingluan sect. It is extremely magnificent. The eaves and corners are slightly stirred up, reflecting the brilliant sunshine and resplendence.

There are countless pavilions around the main hall, hidden under the shadow of the woods.

The disciples of qingluan sect who occasionally pass by here wear the same green clothes as Lin Ziao, with a sense of immortality.

No one is allowed to fly near the main hall, regardless of their status.

But these people are fast even when they walk.

Turning off a boulevard, Lin Ziao suddenly grabbed Xia Qingluo's arm and opened a few steps by the way.

He pretended to shake the fan. His voice immediately changed like a person. He suddenly became polite, "elder martial Sister Feng."

Looking at Lin Ziao's action, Xia Qingluo frowned.

She looked up curiously and saw Feng Qinghe walking slowly opposite.

Today, she is wearing the disciple's clothes of the sect. It is plain, but she makes it public.

She snorted coldly, but as if she hadn't seen Lin Ziao, she looked directly at Xia Qingluo in a green cloud skirt, and her voice was somewhat ironic and hateful, "you..."

"Master..." Xia Qingluo smiled at Feng Qinghe's back and waved.

Frightened, Feng Qing and his whole body stiffened. She swallowed the words behind her. She turned around and saw that there was no one behind her. Only then did she know that she had been fooled.

Her eyes burst out a sinister light. Xia Qingluo was unmoved. She also understood. Now, with Yunqing around, no one in qingluan sect dared to touch her.

Xia Qingluo saw it from her eyes along the way.

Although it is shameful to pretend to be a tiger, why not use the ready-made resources.

"Before you scold me, please remember what my master said in front of your hall." Xia Qingluo's voice was slightly raised and the corners of her mouth were smiling.

"You..." of course, Feng Qinghe will not forget what Yun qingrang said. He was stabbed to the pain in an instant, and her eyes flashed embarrassment and towering hatred.

For decades, she has been in the qingluan sect because of her father.