Ziyue Jun seemed to have something to say, but he hesitated when he spoke.
"Sister Ziyue has something to say, but it doesn't matter. As long as Qiankun can do it, he will do his best." Liu Qiankun said seriously.
"Do you know where this place is?" Zi Yuejun smiled calmly and asked.
Liu Qiankun shook his head, with a look of confusion in his eyes. He wanted to know what the hell this place was.
"This can be said to be a bottle, a bottle with infinite space." Zi Yuejun looked bitter, but from her solemn expression, it could be seen that every word was not a lie.
"Bottle?" Liu Qiankun was shocked.
Just a bottle can trap Zi Yuejun, who treats the immortals as nothing, for millions of years, which shows how powerful the person who controls this bottle is.
"Well, it's not just me here, there are tens of millions of ancient demons like me trapped in it. I can only be regarded as the demon emperor who barely occupies a shelter!"
Zi Yuejun's eyes were filled with emptiness, and he stared at the not-wide sky outside the palace, with a layer of mist filling his eyes.
Liu Qiankun lowered his head. The three swords in front of him no longer aroused any desire for him. He was thinking about who sent him to this bottle.
I'm afraid everything has something to do with Hong Xiaotian's master, but what's the purpose? He couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it... he could only raise his head and look at Ziyue Jun quietly.
"Perhaps she can solve some of the mysteries in my heart?" Liu Qiankun thought to himself.
"Alas! Maybe we can only be regarded as pets that he captured here at will..." Zi Yuejun had already turned his back, but the slight shrug of his shoulders still could not escape Liu Qiankun's eyes.
"Is Qiankun also that 'his' pet?" A low voice sounded, and Liu Qiankun's heart was already filled with misery.
Ziyue Jun suddenly turned sideways, a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes, and said coldly: "You are not worthy!" An extremely strong momentum spread instantly, and even the three fairy swords suspended in the air made a burst of noise.
Trembling dragon roar.
"Ah!" Liu Qiankun was completely stunned. He opened his mouth for a long time and did not close it.
It wasn't because he was captured by Zi Yuejun's momentum, but his thoughts suddenly stopped and his mind went blank.
I thought that regaining my cultivation level was already a great good thing. Coupled with the enlightenment in the vast sea of stars, at least I would be able to fight against any spiritual immortals again, but I didn't expect this 'bottle'
In this space, someone even called him "unworthy" of being a pet. How could he not be shocked...
Lord Ziyue did not exaggerate. A strong man who could trap thousands of ancient monsters and wild beasts for millions of years was no longer something that ordinary gods and gods could match.
Even when Zi Yuejun was put into this treasure vase, he didn't even see the other party's face clearly. I think the other monsters trapped in it were probably similar to her...
Seeing his appearance, Ziyue Jun couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and said: "Although I don't know why I sent you here, I am sure..."
The words suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and the corner of Ziyuejun's mouth raised an arc that looked like a smile but not a smile.
"Sister Ziyue, what are you sure of?" Liu Qiankun urged.
Zi Yuejun's passing gave him a glimmer of hope, and even the two veins on his forehead popped out in vain.
"You...can...get...out." Ziyuejun said every word, and every word he spat out contained a heart-stopping coercion.
The intensity of his words also greatly enhanced his credibility. At least Liu Qiankun believed it.
"But I don't know what level the God of the Vase wants you to cultivate to..." Mr. Ziyue's eyes blurred for a while, and he murmured: "Ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years? Or one million years... Or even longer?
!”
Liu Qiankun's face became more and more gloomy. The time in Ziyuejun's mouth increased tenfold in units of ten thousand. When she said the word "longer", a face that was darker than the bottom of the pot appeared.
prototype.
"Stop talking, I don't care whether the person holding the bottle is a god or a ghost, as long as I stay here for millions of years, it is absolutely impossible!" Liu Qiankun said these words almost in a roar.
"This is just a guess. No matter what, you will eventually come out of the bottle." A smile appeared on Zi Yuejun's face.
At this time, Liu Qiankun felt as if his feet were stuck in a quagmire. The harder he struggled, the deeper he would sink.
"Cultivation, damn cultivation, why do you come to this other world in a daze and always have something to do with these gods and ghosts..." Liu Qiankun was already going crazy. He cursed loudly and ran out of the palace.
go.
He didn't use any cultivation, and just ran straight out, muttering some words that even Zi Yuejun couldn't understand.
"Who is he?" Looking at Liu Qiankun's running figure, Zi Yuejun's eyes flashed with doubts, and then he flashed and murmured: "No matter what, he is the only one I have left here."
hope, the only one.”
The purple shadow fluttered, turning into an arc of light and shooting towards the direction Liu Qiankun was running.
Liu Qiankun ran faster and faster. He looked at the huge beehive behind him and retreated in rows. He didn't know how many times he had run around the ball. There was a lingering depression in his heart. Maybe he could only rely on the pure physical body.
Exercise can let him vent it out.
Canopy!
There was a loud noise, and the exhausted man finally hit his head against a huge beehive. A huge thrust sent his entire body flying dozens of feet, and he fell to the ground on his back with a bang.
Liu Qiankun's strong body did not feel the slightest pain, but he felt extremely tired in his heart, because he was still a modern man at heart, a modern man who was tired of the ways of immortals and gods. He stared at the sky above his head with his eyes wide open.
Sparkling purple light.
Buzzing…
Countless purple moonlights flew out from the struck hive, hovered in the air for a while, and finally stopped in front of Liu Qiankun's eyes. The buzzing sound of flapping wings made people feel even more irritated.
The flying purple moonlight slowly condensed into four vigorous and powerful purple characters in front of his eyes: Man can conquer heaven.
Liu Qiankun's empty eyes flashed with a strange light, and he looked thoughtfully at the big characters above his head that were trembling endlessly...
Although each Ziyuemang has spiritual infant cultivation, it is impossible for them to take the initiative to form a few words to enlighten Liu Qiankun. Needless to say, their king is secretly controlling all of this.
"Cultivation, why should I practice?" He stared blankly at the four large characters that never dispersed, and muttered to himself, trying his best to find a reason for himself.
A reason that could give him confidence in practicing cultivation, he always felt like he was being pulled by an invisible rope, and a sense of powerless frustration lingered in his heart. Finally, when he closed his tired eyes, he wanted to sleep, and even wanted to sleep without waking up.
"Hey!" Zi Yuejun appeared in the void, the expression on his face was slightly stagnant, and his big watery eyes stared at the sleeping Liu Qiankun.
He fell asleep, with a deep depression between his brows, and golden light flashing around the pale golden mole, coating his entire handsome face with a strange golden color...