"I said, as long as you put down the butcher knife and wash away the devilish aura, there will be a place for you in the immortal world!" Lian's voice was light, but her voice was like the spring breeze blowing on the face, twitching people's heartstrings.
"Hmph! Lord Huan Lian, I advise you to give up on this idea! Even if I, Mei Ji, end up in a state of disarray, I will never go back to that emotionless place!" The gods there all expressed their feelings.
She is a sanctimonious and arrogant hypocrite. She, Mei Ji, will never go back.
Brown eyes narrowed slightly, and Lian spoke calmly, with a vague voice: "Since you are so stubborn, I will help you!"
As soon as the last word was spoken, the figure on the lotus seat moved, and at the same time a long sword appeared under his feet. The long sword sprang out, broke through the clouds, and fell straight down from the clouds in the blink of an eye. The golden light was dazzling, like the thirty-second heaven.
Starlight fell everywhere, emitting thousands of rays of light, instantly brightening the dark night sky.
However, this is not over yet.
The sword light suddenly changed form, forming golden lotus shapes, all falling from the sky.
In the light of the sword, figures flashed.
Seeing this, Mei Ji's face turned pale with shock, "Love Burial Sword? Golden Lotus Technique?!"
The Golden Lotus Technique is a set of swordsmanship accidentally created by Qiandai Genlian's sword - the Love-Burning Sword. Its swordsmanship is so exquisite that no one can defeat it to this day. However, anyone injured by the Love-Burning Sword will lose their soul and will never be reincarnated.
Today, is she going to die under the Sword of Burial of Love?
Just when Mei Ji was in a trance, a loud roar pierced the sky and saved her life.
Mei Ji shuddered and raised her eyes to see a man in a black brocade robe and mask falling from the night sky. She quickly knelt down on one knee to greet him: "Mei Ji meets the Demon Lord!"
"Mei Ji, you have disappointed me so much!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly, and glanced at Mei Ji with a pair of eagle-like phoenix eyes, then turned to look at Lian, whose face was as calm as the surface of the lake, "The Phantom Lotus God
Lord, you dare to hurt the people of this demon Lord! You are seeking death!"
The corners of Lian's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile formed on Lian's lips. That smile instantly moved the world, frightened the beasts in the night, made the moon hide in the clouds in shame, and confused people's hearts.
Mei Ji stared at the man she admired, forgetting her own situation for a moment.
"Why are you laughing!" What the Demon Lord dislikes the most is the indifferent look of the Divine Lotus Lord.
Lian gradually stopped smiling, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "In the past, Ming Jun, one of the four major demon kings in the demon world, has now taken the position of the demon king in the demon world. The position has changed, but his murderous temper has not changed at all!
"
Yes, today's Demon Lord is the former Four Demon Lord - Chen Xiaotian.
"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense. You can't even think of taking anyone away from me today!" The eagle eyes on Chen Xiaotian's mask shone with sharp luster.
As he finished speaking, a long sword with cold light flashed out from behind him. If it wasn't the Death Shadow Sword that followed him to conquer the six realms, what kind of weapon was it?
When the Shadow Sword is unsheathed, who can compete with it?
As its name suggests, the sword roars into the sky and disappears instantly.
However, this is the power of the Shadow Sword.
There is no sword at all.
Lian had fought against Chen Xiaotian many times, so he knew the dangers of the Death Shadow Sword. As soon as he chanted a few words softly, a transparent round sphere appeared around his body, shrouding him in it.
As soon as the sphere came out, the disappearing Shadow Sword swooped down from the sky, instantly changing from one handle to many, and they were so densely packed that they were comparable to a thunderstorm.
Lian was calm, folded her hands, and a ray of golden light burst out from her fingertips and hit the transparent ball of light. "I said, as long as you put down the butcher knife and wash away the devilish aura, you will be able to stand in the fairy world."
Earth!" Lian's voice was light, but her voice was like the spring breeze blowing on the face, teasing people's heartstrings.
"Hmph! Lord Huan Lian, I advise you to give up on this idea! Even if I, Mei Ji, end up in a state of disarray, I will never go back to that emotionless place!" The gods there all expressed their feelings.
She is a sanctimonious and arrogant hypocrite. She, Mei Ji, will never go back.
Brown eyes narrowed slightly, and Lian spoke calmly, with a vague voice: "Since you are so stubborn, I will help you!"
As soon as the last word was spoken, the figure on the lotus seat moved, and at the same time a long sword appeared under his feet. The long sword sprang out, broke through the clouds, and fell straight down from the clouds in the blink of an eye. The golden light was dazzling, like the thirty-second heaven.
Starlight fell everywhere, emitting thousands of rays of light, instantly brightening the dark night sky.
However, this is not over yet.
The sword light suddenly changed form, forming golden lotus shapes, all falling from the sky.
In the light of the sword, figures flashed.
Seeing this, Mei Ji's face turned pale with shock, "Love Burial Sword? Golden Lotus Technique?!"
The Golden Lotus Technique is a set of swordsmanship accidentally created by Qiandai Genlian's sword - the Love-Burning Sword. Its swordsmanship is so exquisite that no one can defeat it to this day. However, anyone injured by the Love-Burning Sword will lose their soul and will never be reincarnated.
Today, is she going to die under the Sword of Burial of Love?
Just when Mei Ji was in a trance, a loud roar pierced the sky and saved her life.
Mei Ji shuddered and raised her eyes to see a man in a black brocade robe and mask falling from the night sky. She quickly knelt down on one knee to greet him: "Mei Ji meets the Demon Lord!"
"Mei Ji, you have disappointed me so much!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly, and glanced at Mei Ji with a pair of eagle-like phoenix eyes, then turned to look at Lian, whose face was as calm as the surface of the lake, "The Phantom Lotus God
Lord, you dare to hurt the people of this demon Lord! You are seeking death!"
The corners of Lian's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile formed on Lian's lips. That smile instantly moved the world, frightened the beasts in the night, made the moon hide in the clouds in shame, and confused people's hearts.
Mei Ji stared at the man she admired, forgetting her own situation for a moment.
"Why are you laughing!" What the Demon Lord dislikes the most is the indifferent look of the Divine Lotus Lord.
Lian gradually stopped smiling, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "In the past, Ming Jun, one of the four major demon kings in the demon world, has now taken the position of the demon king in the demon world. The position has changed, but his murderous temper has not changed at all!
"
Yes, today's Demon Lord is the former Four Demon Lord - Chen Xiaotian.
"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense. You can't even think of taking anyone away from me today!" The eagle eyes on Chen Xiaotian's mask shone with sharp luster.
As he finished speaking, a long sword with cold light flashed out from behind him. If it wasn't the Death Shadow Sword that followed him to conquer the six realms, what kind of weapon was it?
When the Shadow Sword is unsheathed, who can compete with it?
As its name suggests, the sword roars into the sky and disappears instantly.
However, this is the power of the Shadow Sword.
There is no sword at all.
Lian had fought against Chen Xiaotian many times, so he knew the dangers of the Death Shadow Sword. As soon as he chanted a few words softly, a transparent round sphere appeared around his body, shrouding him in it.
As soon as the sphere came out, the disappearing Shadow Sword swooped down from the sky, instantly changing from one handle to many, and they were so densely packed that they were comparable to a thunderstorm.
Lian remained calm, folded her hands, and a ray of golden light burst out from her fingertips and hit the transparent ball of light.