625. Fusang Changmeng (6)

Chen ASan felt doubtful.

She asked: "A Niang, do I have to marry someone?"

Chen ASan has the appearance of a girl, thin, and a little beautiful. When she asked this question, she was still grinding the killer knife.

Chen Dazhen looked at her right leg that obviously had a strange right leg, sighed in the bottom of her heart, and said, "Silly Ah three, you don’t marry someone, get old in the future, the father and mother are gone, who will support you

Woolen cloth?"

"The women in the world are going to marry."

Chen A San lowered his eyes, as quiet as a child, and the shiny blades shown her eyes, deep but glowing.

"I kill a lifetime fish."

"I always feel that in this world, I am not for marrying."

Chen Dadu poked her head with a smile: "Little girl, unlikely."

The little girl lowered her head and took the tail fish from the wooden basin. She was unstable, and her knife was naturally not like the past. Her thinking began to diverge, and her heart thought about it.

"What do I want to do?"

Killing a lifetime fish? Or marry a child and children, and stretch the children and grandchildren?

She was confused, and she was confused.

Chen A San killed the fish in Fangshi for more than a year. Chen Dazhen was exhausted for his marriage, but he was not a wealthy home. He couldn't get many dowry. The marriage of the lame girl was really hard to find.

When Chen Dadu found a hunter in the neighboring village, the man was older, but he was able to do it.

Chen A San shook his head.

She took out a wooden box from the hut, inside the copper plates she saved in these years, 1,038 texts.

"A Niang, I want to find myself."

She knew a few words, leaving a note, and carried a fishing knife to the Taoist temple in the mountains.

On the next day, she knew that the three daughters who sold the Chen family had a disease and went in a hurry. This was the meaning of Chen A Sanzhuang.

Influence.

She shaved her hair, removed the fishing knife, and got a new name "Huizhen", sitting in Zen every day.

Hui Zhen closed his eyes again and again, and asked clearly: "What do I do in the world, what do I do, and where do I go?"

The thin and stubborn little nun gradually became a kind old nun.

When she opened her eyes for the last time in her life, her eyes were turbid, her pupils were brown, and she was old with twilight, but she had an unbelievable restrained treasure. If the pearl was dusty.

"good."

She saw a long bridge, the clouds were murmured, and she couldn't say long, but she couldn't say that, but at the end of the bridge, a golden girl was turning her head to look at her. The corner of her lips laughed.

I found myself.

Nympho

Under the Fuso God Tree, the red -gold light group is vaguely revealed by the central woman.

The three ancestors of Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan, and Xunxuan changed their first changes and narrowed their shape.

The golden eyes of Xiyi were slightly narrow, with respect and awe.

"When there is really the blood of God, why is it not the body of the pure demon god, but the body of the human race?"

Xunzheng is also a head, with doubts that can't be scattered in the tone.

"It flows the blood of the pure and black sources, but it has no god of wipest body.

Xixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he waved a pair of black wings, a vague divine light fell down, and he said with a decisive tone.

"steal."

"It was stolen."

But there was no hatred or hatred in his words, because as a member of the lineage of demon gods, you know that their bloodline is comparable to that of ancient immortals and true demons. Even compared to the innate creatures from eons ago, they can only be said to be equally matched.

Even if you are killed, you can only get the blood essence, not the source blood. The family's Qi, destiny, and the protection of the cause and effect. Only when many conditions are met, the most important thing is that the owner is willing, can those few

Quite possible.

Xichang and Xikong looked startled and their breaths were low.

"Could it be that one?"

"Daughter of Emperor Xiyue."

Xixuan said this, confirming Liang Wu's suspicion.

Only Xiyue's blood is the closest to Shenwu, and only she can achieve transformation.

The history of the Golden Crow clan is incomparably grand and has been passed down to this day. It was at its peak in ancient times. However, in the generation of Emperor Xiyue's daughter, there was a sudden change and now they can only live in the Golden Crow Divine Land and cannot be seen in the heavens.

But no Golden Crow would resent her. Things must turn against each other, and everything has a cycle of ups and downs. The defeat of the Golden Crow clan has already appeared, and Xiyue is just a fight for the destiny of the clan. She wants to transform from the Eight-Nine Emperor to the Nine-Nine, leading the Golden Crow

Break and then stand, becoming the supreme leader of the demon god clan.

But now, they have received her gift, even if it is a human body, but this female cultivator has the blood of Shenwu, which symbolizes that their Golden Crow lineage will be blessed by the fate of the Nine-Nine Supreme, and they just need to be sharpened.

It’s time to return to the Heavenly Domain and conquer the world again!

The three Golden Crow Ancestors, who knew the past events, couldn't help but have their thoughts racing and were filled with emotion.

Naturally, the state of the woman when she arrived could not escape their observation. The Taoist foundation inside was severely damaged, and the fusang tree spirit woke up because of her. This must be the reason why.

Now all they can do is to work together to cover up the secrets of heaven and do a good job of protecting the law for Pei Xihe.

If the Heavenly Lords of those days were able to spy on the fluctuations of Qi, they would probably try their best to kill the inheritors of the Shenwu bloodline.

Fortunately, this woman in golden clothes came to the Golden Crow Divine Land with hibiscus branches, crossed the golden sea, and used the fire path to hide the fluctuations. Otherwise, she would normally fly into the immortal world, but she would be enchanted by the supreme Tao as soon as she sets foot on the earth.

Kill by force.

The junior Golden Crow was flying in the air, while the three ancestors were guarding the bottom of the tree.

The juniors finally calmed down, but they never approached the giant tree that exuded the red golden light in the sky. Instead, they stood in the sky and practiced their own way peacefully.

So thirty-seven years have passed.

The three golden crows have condensed their innate golden light and look like ordinary black crows, but they have three legs. They have been guarding the light group with the power of three talents for many years.

Now the light group has become thinner and dimmer, and the woman in it has long hair disheveled, as if she was curled up in the mother's womb. Previously, a breath of innate energy was injected by the Fuso Sacred Tree, and now her whole body is shrouded in white mist.

Suddenly, the edge of the light group was completely shattered, and all the white mist poured into the soul in Pei Xihejiang Palace.

The soul has not returned to its original trend in these thirty-seven years, but it has not been broken either. It is more like time has been stopped.

The Yuanshen is the creation of Yuanying and the soul. At this moment, the white mist is slightly purple, all pouring into the soul.

The woman's body stretched out, and there was an invisible charm lingering around her.

The three Golden Crow Patriarchs immediately retreated to prevent their own Taoist charm from disrupting the spontaneous flow of the golden-dressed woman's aura.

And the woman fell to the ground, her complexion was quiet, her eyes opened.
Chapter completed!