God Realm—Shui Tian Chang Meng—Hundred Flowers Palace.

Thousands of miles of blue sky, clear sky and clear sky, in the Hall of Flowers, flowers and plants are blooming, butterflies are flying and flowers are dancing.

The warm sky light blows off the petals in the palace, and the fragrance floats into the air. It is really an excellent place to take care of yourself.

Beiming Yanhuo leaned over and stood above the God Realm - Shui Tian Chang Meng, as if he was thinking, passing among the flowers, not a single leaf touched him.

Flying down with burning eyes, he arrived at the Baihua Palace, which was simply the realm of five desires and six dusts.

"You little flower demon, make it easy for me to find you!"

In an instant, Beiming Yanhuo arrived at Xiao Huayan's room.

Xiao Huayan was so shocked that her eyes widened in an instant, she sat up from the bed, and was so frightened that she fell off the bed.

"Ouch!" he said and hurriedly got up.

"Why are you here?"

"I saved this little flower demon like you. You didn't come out to greet me. Instead, you asked me about it. I'm here."

Beiming Yanhuo glared at Xiao Huayan who fell to the ground with a look of disgust.

Xiaohuayan's cute but tangled little expression was twisted into a ball. She was holding her breath in her mouth, pulling on the corner of her clothes, and trying to smile.

"No! You are very welcome."

Who can't beat her? After all, Xiao Huayan watched this immortal king strangled to death with her own eyes, the four evil ghosts in the ancient forest.

Xiao Huayan stood up swayingly, and she was seen wearing a fairy dress with mermaid ribbons on both sides of her arms, dancing in the wind.

Wearing a flower-moon jade crown on his head, a Liuhua butterfly pendant behind his ear, and hairpins with star flower ribbons on both sides of his hair, the whole person looks smart and out of this world.

Beiming Yanhuo looked carefully at the unkempt, sharp-tongued little flower demon kneeling down in the ancient forest, begging for mercy.

I thought to myself: "When I take a look today, I see this little flower demon! He looks quite pleasing to the eye."

Suddenly, Beiming Yanhuo's heart, which had been dead for 30,000 years, beat slightly.

I thought to myself: "Damn it? How come my heart suddenly hurts? Could it be that thirty thousand years ago, Xuanzhang attacked and injured the holy body, which has not yet been healed, but the aura on top of the mountains,

I have obviously cured my serious injury, so how can it be like this now?"

Beiming Yanhuo was thinking about this as he wandered into the Baihua Palace, which was incompatible with the warm scenery in the palace.

But the little girl behind her was not idle, and waved her fist unwillingly.

Why is this Plague God here? She also found her Hundred Flowers Palace.

Beiming Yanhuo came to Shuitian Changmeng again, everything seemed familiar, but in the end things and people were different.

The once ancient god, the god of war, has turned into a demon king, which is extremely ridiculous.

"Little flower demon, you'd better not seek death behind me, otherwise? I'll feed you to the wild ghosts in the ancient witch land."

Beiming Yanhuo didn't even turn his head in disdain and continued to stroll around the Baihua Palace leisurely.

"Do you have eyes on your back? I don't have them! I'm practicing my spiritual power so that I can ascend to Fuze Immortal Palace as soon as possible."

Bei Ming Yanhuo's eyes were cold, his steps were elegant, his silver hair like the bright moon was blowing in the soft breeze of Baihua Palace, and he spoke casually.

"Don't think about ascending. I have seen your lifeline. Your soul is incomplete, your immortal roots are unstable, and you only have a true body. Even if you practice for thousands of years, it is useless."

"How have you ever seen my lifeline?" Xiao Huayan looked angry. Then, she thought about it, "Could it be...in the ancient witch land?"

"You little flower demon, you're not that stupid."

"Are you stupid? I am the fairy in charge of the Baihua Palace. Don't be a little flower demon. The little flower demon calls me. Besides, as long as I have the Nine Purple Fire Pill, I can ascend to immortality."

Beiming Yanhuo randomly picked a fairy flower in his hand, broke it with a "click" and fell to the ground.

"Nine Purple Fire Pills?"

When Xiao Huayan saw Beiming Yanhuo break her flower and throw it on the ground, she picked it up with a solemn look on her face.

There was a cry in her throat, and her heart ached, looking at the flowers and plants in her Baihua Palace.

"Oh! Why are you picking my flowers? Just say what you say! Pick my flowers properly and do whatever you want. It won't offend you."

Beiming Yanhuo ignored Xiao Huayan's heartbreaking behavior and continued to fold the fairy flowers and grass in Baihua Palace.

"It turns out that you were looking for the Nine Purple Fire Pill in the ancient forest."

Xiao Huayan gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Beiming Yanhuo's back. Her Baihua Palace was about to be plucked bald by him.

"That's not true! Otherwise, I would have found the Nine Purple Fire Pill, cured the immortal root, and successfully ascended..."

Before Xiao Huayan could finish speaking, Beiming Yanhuo snorted coldly.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Huayan asked back.

I saw Bei Ming Yanhuo's eyes flashing with sparks. He gently raised his thin fingers and casually flicked a strand of hair blown down by the cold wind in front of his forehead, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"There is no Nine Purple Fire Pill in the ancient witch land."

Seeing that Beiming Yanhuo dared to slander what Da Siming said, Xiao Huayan pinched her waist with both hands and shouted loudly.

"Da Siming will never lie to me."

"It turns out Si Xuanxing-Jun told you, no wonder." Beiming Yanhuo's eyes were full of contempt.

"How dare you, a little immortal king, call Da Siming by his name."

Beiming Yanhuo snorted coldly again, not taking Si Xuan Xingjun seriously at all.

Instead, he indifferently picked up Xiaohuayan's fairy flowers and grass and threw it on the ground. Xiaohuayan picked it up behind him and put it in his hands to save it.

"This Nine Purple Fire Pill is a sacred object of the Jiuyou Mountain-Beiming Divine Clan."

Xiao Huayan stopped the spiritual power in her hand and opened her eyes wide, "Beiming God Clan? Isn't that the Demon Clan?"

Beiming Yanhuo was so angry that he closed his eyes tightly and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!