In a mysterious place, a pavilion that looks like a back garden, surrounded by jade trees, and the feet are like ice and snow. Even the walls are as smooth and clear as jade. At first glance, it is a world of ice...

Inside the pavilion, in front of the jade table, there was a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing palace outfit, delicate cheeks, gentle as jade, and charming like a thirty-year-old woman. She smiled and looked up at a curtain shot out from the jade butterfly on the jade table. On the curtain, she happened to be the scene of the collapse of the Longmo Array in the small world of Moshan.

"Ning'er, you've never left this time in vain." The beautiful woman waved her hand, the light curtain disappeared, and the corner of her mouth turned to the woman with a pretty face, with a pretty calm face.

Yang Xue remained motionless, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she said softly: "Yes."

The beautiful woman naturally knew the surname of her apprentice. She was not surprised to hear this. She smiled more and said, "In the past, we sent people out from the snow mountain. This time you pulled one in, which is a great achievement."

Yang Xuening knew that the master was joking about him again, and the corner of his mouth moved, but still didn't say anything.

The beautiful woman looked at Yang Xuening, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she felt. She thought she was worthy of her hard work for more than ten years, but her smile was restrained in an instant, and she said, "But this time I offended Moshan."

Yang Xuening frowned when she heard this, and remembered the domineering and arrogant young master, who seemed to be around him, and his words should be the imperial edict. His face was displeasure flashed.

The beautiful woman naturally knew her expression and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. If it were in the past, she could naturally convince her to share with Moshan and change her own person. But today, the land changes greatly and the disaster is right in front of her. Their snow-capped mountains have always been weak. At this time, she would probably have to be careful even if she loves her master.

"Ning'er, what are your plans during this period?" The beautiful woman did not tell her innocent apprentice what she thought was, and asked in a deep thought.

"In seclusion." Yang Xuening looked at the beautiful woman with a strange look. She knew before that she was going to seclusion to build the foundation.

"Oh," the beautiful woman then remembered that she was distracted and sighed quickly: "I'm old, so it's not good to remember my last name."

Yang Xuening had more doubts in her clear eyes. She blinked at her master. She was only thirty-nine this year, so she wasn't big?

The beautiful woman looked at her apprentice's clear eyes, coughed, and said, "Ning'er, I plan to go out for a walk, you should be careful at home."

Yang Xuening didn't ask where the master was going, and nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

The beautiful woman felt sad again. She had not told Yang Xuening about the proposal of Moshan Xiaoshi's marriage a year later. She hoped that she could use this year to change her mind and not affect the relationship between the two families.

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This is a fairyland, with such a huge white pond, the mist rising, the rippling waves spreading, the trees are like forests, and the flowers are like shade everywhere.

On an ordinary stone table next to the pool, the little girl Zhiqiong was shaking her calves, gnawing on her pears the size of her head, while opening her big eyes to the shadow screen in the pool.

"Oh, my elder brother's cultivation has increased again." It was not until the shadow screen disappeared that the little girl blinked her big eyes and shouted in surprise.

A short old man looked at Chi Zi in a daze, even though the shadow screen disappeared and Chi Zi returned to the rippling waves, he still did not take back his eyes.

After a little girl was surprised, she nipped the pear and muttered, "Go out and let me out..."

The old man's trance thoughts were pulled back by the little girl, but pretended not to hear them. He carried his hands behind his back and turned around to walk towards the courtyard gate not far away.

"Hmph, if you don't let me go out, I'll sneak out." The little girl looked at her grandfather ignoring her, bit her apple hard, and continued to mutter with her little face.

The old man didn't walk far, but he still kept walking, as if he didn't really hear it. He sighed until he left the yard, looked at the white sky, and said inexplicably, "Go out, I should go out..."

Perhaps because he sensed the old man's words, the middle-aged man who was originally bowing and painting something in the thatched hut halfway up the mountain sighed and put down his pen.

The demon queen who was meditating on the cushion immediately woke up, turned to look at the middle-aged man and said in confusion: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, the catastrophe is coming, and no one can escape." The middle-aged man looked at the half map drawn in his hand, and there was a hint of sadness in his expression.

The demon queen immediately thought of the person in front of her that they had come from the same race. She did not doubt this, because what middle-aged people taught her was really suitable for her, as if she was born to be hers, but she had forgotten it.

"Senior, there are really less than five people left in our tribe?" The demon queen hesitated and asked. The demon queen didn't know which race she belonged to, but every time she asked, the middle-aged man would tell her that it would be no benefit to know.

"I thought I was the only one left, but later I found you and found another little girl. Indirectly, I knew that there should be another person alive, but I didn't know if there were any other people." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at her, but the calm expression on his face was difficult to recover. He continued with a sigh: "We don't have many clans, and it's not easy to survive. The other two families are probably extinct."

"The other two?" The demon queen opened her pretty eyes and looked at the middle-aged man seriously.

"Well," the middle-aged man sat at the table, poured himself tea, and slowly preached: "Like us, people with natural supernatural powers, naturally, have different supernatural powers."

The demon queen had to ask again, and the middle-aged man had already spoken: "You should concentrate on your life, and go out with me in a while."

When the demon queen heard this, her eyes immediately lit up. I believe there will be great benefits to being able to follow the senior in front of her. She nodded quickly and said with a gentle and confident look on her face: "Okay."

In the underground secret room of Xuejian Gate, all kinds of mists were lingering. Nie Fan's injury this time had never been in the cultivation world, and it was difficult to recover without a long period of rest.

The red liquid rolled, and contained various healing medicines. It was repairing the wounded body. There was the dragon feast water falling drop by drop on top of the head, washing the body, and all kinds of fragrances filled the white mist. They were all the various spiritual medicines collected by Nie Fan, and this time they were taken out.

Four swords stood around the secret room, with light surging and sword energy rushing, but if you look closely, you will find that except for the Seven Killing Sword, there are slight cracks on the other three swords. Zheng Hu's move is definitely not something that he can use at this level. He sacrificed his essence and blood and forced it out. Even if Nie Fan took it, he was still hit by a terrible impact.

The Temple of the Continuation of Gods floated and floated above the secret room, slowly turning, and strands of strange power captured Nie Fan's body like a tiny stream, constantly increasing his true energy.
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