The sun filled the sky with its radiance, and it seemed that the violent storm outside had disappeared. Yingmeng stood on the edge of the cliff. He used to be in the fairy world to be cool, but now he is doing it to reminisce.

She likes to stand on the edge of the cliff and watch the rising sun. After the Nine Saints ran away, more and more people were killed. Although she was able to save the day every time, what about the victims?

What kind of big plan is laid for a prophecy? So in Sheng Yuan’s eyes, human life is not life?

She seemed not to care, but when the living lives disappeared in front of her eyes, and the murderer told her that these people died because of her, even a person would be moved, right? Let alone a child under a hundred years old.

She knew this was psychological warfare. Sheng Yuan wanted her to think that she was a demon. Demons would bring misfortune to those around them. If you want to become a demon, companionship is something you must give up.

Sometimes "talking" is a kind of salvation, and "listening" is often another kind of salvation of "talking". Sometimes, a word from someone around you can save a person.

Sheng Yuan is cutting off her company. He hopes that when Ying Meng stands on the edge of despair, everyone will choose to give up on her, including herself.

But knowing is one thing, being affected is another.

Yingmeng sighed. "Three, two, one."

In the past few days, Wang Huansheng would appear at this cliff on time every time he reached this point, and Yingmeng seriously suspected that he stepped on this point on purpose.

"Brother Wu, you are thinking about life again!"

Yingmeng: "..." Having no brother means having no breasts. She suspected that Wang Huansheng was up to something, but she had no evidence.

Yingmeng rolled her eyes, "Yeah! I was thinking about how to kill the guy named Wang."

Wang Huansheng opened the paper fan, "Then I'm really scared! Don't think about things all day long. Go out and take a walk."

Yingmeng knew that Wang Huansheng was helping her. After all, the more you care about some things, the easier it is to be affected. If you really can't control your thoughts, then do something else to divert your attention. Although intellectually, she feels that she should be grateful to Wang Huansheng, but emotionally it is serious.

I suspect that Wang Huansheng is looking for a free coolie under the guise of saving her. After all, he will be severely beaten every time he goes out. In the end, he has to deal with the aftermath.

Thick cotton clouds floated in the sky, and two figures galloped across the sky.

After a while, it seemed that we had reached the sky above a mountain village, and two figures approached the countryside.

On the criss-crossed country road, encountering a flying sword shows his low moral character. What if he bumps into a child? Even if he doesn't hit the child, but hits the kittens, puppies, flowers and grass, that's not good.

Yingmeng was curious and looked at the surrounding pastoral scenery. The place where she grew up and the place where she lived later were all prosperous cities. She had never seen such a quiet and melodious pastoral with green everywhere.

Yeah, I never imagined that someone would live in a place like this.

Shadow dream though

Curious, but she did not slow down at all in order to maintain her image. Although she no longer had an image in Wang Huansheng's eyes, she still had to do some superficial work.

The hot summer wind slapped her hair. The wildflowers and weeds on the roadside disappeared from sight before she could see them clearly. The blue sky and white clouds in the distance showed a calm retreat. Everything seemed to be very slow. It was like a book.

The paradise depicted in.

Wang Huansheng stopped by a small bridge over flowing water and pulled down Ying Meng, who was distracted by Yu Jian.

"Clang!" Just hearing this sound can tell you how painful it is. So the facts tell us that when wielding a sword, one must not be distracted, and if one is distracted, one cannot wield a sword.

Yingmeng was obviously used to this kind of operation. He rolled his eyes while lying on the ground, then stood up like a goldfish and didn't say anything. Mainly because he had said it before, and the ending was even worse.

After walking through the small bridge and the stairs arranged with simple stones, an old house stood in the open space.

"Sorry, I haven't been here for a long time. So I seem to be in a bad state." Wang Huansheng looked at the crumbling old house with a bit of embarrassment.

Yingmeng took a serious look at this old house. Is this just in bad condition?

The walls outside the house are rusty. The pillars in front of the door are crumbling. The surrounding open space is covered with messy wildflowers and weeds.

"Your Excellency, are you sure this is not a haunted house?"

Yang An walked out of the house, "Those people in Xianjian are not very good in character, but their execution ability is still good. Trust me. Ghosts are all in the underworld or the ghost world."

Ying Meng twitched her lips. How could a person without humor like this understand her joke? Although she was the only one among the three people present who understood it. "So why did you call me here?"

Wang Huansheng said meaningfully, "Let's do something."

Under Yingmeng's suspicious look, Yang An told the whole story.

There is a secret realm nearby, which is said to have been established for future generations by a certain Immortal Lord who returned to his hometown after becoming the previous master.

The main reason why it attracts people is that it was before the war between gods and demons.

The Yuntian Sect brings new disciples here every year to practice, but every time they bring people who are foundation builders. As for the reason, it may have something to do with the fairy world.

When Wang Huansheng was still a disciple of Yuntian Sect, he found a small world in the secret realm. However, he did not enter because of insufficient cultivation.

But what is certain is that there must be many treasures hidden in this secret realm, and there may even be inheritance from that immortal king.

I have cultivated enough this time, so of course I want to get in again.

The problem is that if you go in directly, it will easily attract the attention of the fairy world. The fairy world will not allow others to challenge the rules they left. So the best way is to get into this group of new disciples. However, Yuntian Sect gives each new disciple

Identity cards have been issued. All records have been handed over to the fairy world, so

This is unlikely.

But since the secret realm is left by the Immortal Lord to his descendants, he has to do something to save his face. For example, every time the Yuntian Sect comes, they will select a few people from this village to take them in with them. Wang Huansheng originally came from

When I came out of the secret realm, I planned to go back again. So I bought this house.

After Yingmeng heard this, he asked why he called her?

Yang An glanced at her and said, "A few people from the village are selected to participate in the martial arts competition. After all, their cultivation is too poor and they may be delayed in the competition. The competition team requires three people to sign up, and two teams are finally selected to enter."

Yingmeng: "!!!" She wrote it together to make up the numbers when three were short of one.

"I'm not interested in competing for opportunities with a group of people in the foundation building stage. You can find someone else."

Yang An: "The fairy world controls the cultivation of those who enter it, just to prevent someone from taking that person's inheritance in advance."

The subtext is that it's not easy to find someone who won't hold you back or tell the truth. Don't toast, and don't eat or drink as a penalty.

Yingmeng said that drinking alcohol is harmful to the body, so I won’t even drink a toast or a fine drink. “I can’t possibly use the inheritance of the Immortal Lord. I won’t go!”

Seeing that Ying Meng was unable to enter, Wang Huansheng said lazily: "It is said that in this secret realm, the ground is paved with white jade, mountains of precious stones, and agate turned into mud..."

Yingmeng seemed to be a little moved, but he still looked like he would not give in for money. "You are talking about Xuanlu Palace, right?"

Yang An's cold voice told the heartbreaking truth. "It was the former Xuanlu Palace. Not to mention, Xuanlu Palace is no longer your palace. When you were expelled from the fairy world, a group of people rushed

He went in and took away everything that could be moved, and smashed everything that couldn't be moved."

Ying Meng still had an expression on her face that said it was all external things and I didn't care. In fact, her heart was so broken that not even the scum was left.

Are they human? Her collection of more than ten years was robbed by them. She used to not care about those treasures because she didn't know their value. It wasn't until she came to the human world that she realized the importance of money. She

Those treasures were all priceless. She regretted not taking some with her when she ran away. As long as she took away even one piece, she would now be the richest man in the world. The sadness is so great.

Wang Huansheng seemed to feel Yin Meng's emotional wave, and he smiled even more wildly. "I heard that there are strange fires in the secret realm. Of course, you don't care about this kind of thing. But think about it, the strange fires in the period of gods and demons

The fire is used to roast sweet potatoes, which should taste very good. As a qualified foodie, I have never tasted such delicious food..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Meng, who had just shown a stoic and carefree appearance, appeared beside him and patted his shoulder. "Needless to say, if your friend is in trouble, I will help you."

Dao. Since you want to go to that secret realm, I will accompany you to go there. Anyway, I don’t like the fairy world."
Chapter completed!