Immediately, he looked around at the trembling city shield, and the demon's roar became more and more shrill. Yes, he couldn't hold on for much longer. He made up his mind and was about to open his mouth to issue an order. He looked at the ministers and generals who were limp and peeing all over the ground. He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

On the mouth.

He slowly turned around and knelt on the Jinluan Hall, kneeling in front of the dragon chair leader.

In the past thousand years, the country has been destroyed by his own hands, and he has no face to face his ancestors. If so, then he will die on his knees.

Xuanhe Palace is actually the Changle Palace where Duan De lived, which is also the residence of Tang Xuan'er. The reason for the name change is naturally that after Tang Xuan'er's death, later generations changed the name to commemorate her achievements.

From then on, no one dared to stay in Xuanhe Palace. It was not until Tang Puliu appeared that Tang Yi agreed to give it to her after remonstrating with the ministers three times.

There are only a few maids in Xuanhe Palace. The two personal maids who were brought out are still lying on the Jinluan Palace. The ones here are not much better, hiding in the corner one by one.

Tang Puliu walked into the room with the words Xuande Hall hanging on it. It goes without saying that a room named after the hall hangs here. It is the portrait of Tang Xuan'er hanging inside, which is lifelike and the artist's brushwork is extremely expressive.

Standing in front of the painting for a long time, Tang Puliu took out a fire stick from the wide sleeve of her palace skirt, stepped forward and lit the lower corner of the canvas, and then stepped back a few steps to look at the rapidly burning painting in a daze.

The painting burned, directly igniting the wooden wall. Seeing the fire reaching the top, Tangpu Liu remained indifferent. The painting burned out, and the scroll fell, clanking and rolling down, and stopped on the tip of her toes.

Tang Puliu looked down at the uneven scroll scroll and bent down to pick it up. It had just been burned, but the object was cold to the hand. Ordinary fire seemed to have no use on it. It was slightly heavy to the hand. If you look closely, you can't tell if it is made of suitable materials.

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A fire broke out in the room and the smoke gradually began to sink. Tang Xuan'er frowned slightly and resisted the urge to cough. She immediately stopped looking at the scroll in her hand, held it in her hand and closed her beautiful eyes, feeling the pain before death.

Bo~~~

A soft sound struck the hearts of the entire Imperial City. The formation was broken faster than expected, and the shrill demonic roar suddenly became extremely harsh.

The billowing demonic energy flooded the thousand-year-old imperial capital in an instant, and countless desperate screams suddenly stopped. Gods fought and mortals suffered. This sentence was not confirmed in their hearts until the last moment of their lives.

The moment the formation broke, the scroll in Tang Puliu's hand shattered, and blood spurted out. The twisted and hot air had already blurred her consciousness, and she felt that her body suddenly became lighter.

"Is this the feeling of the soul leaving the body?"

It’s so good to lose consciousness to the final feeling.

Nanling was destroyed by the demons, and mortal kingdoms like them were repeating tragedies every moment, and life became so fragile. The demon auxiliary soldiers did not devour them, but acted like Zhangwujie.

Collecting life, flesh, and souls to create an extremely evil portal, in order to connect the two realms, and attract the regular army of demons into the world of cultivators. Countless mortal flesh and blood have become a channel for invasion.

The monk army is trying to stop them, but tens of thousands of years of indulgence have made them focus on one thing and not the other. The land of the super large sect is too vast, and the monks are not scattered as before. Only when they are concentrated can they have the power to clear them out, and if they are scattered, they will be defeated individually.

They only consider victory or defeat, and the lives of monks. At this point, do they still care about whether all mortal nations are the source of monks?

Mortal people are like leeks, cut off one crop after another. They save those they can save, and they have no ability to save those they cannot. The consequences of the vicious cycle are not unexpected, but within their own capabilities.

When the devil enters March, the sky in the cultivator world is no longer clear, and the days where the sun can be seen are getting fewer and fewer. The whole sky is shrouded in a strange haze, and the clouds are gloomy. The compatibility of the two worlds is the main factor.

In addition, there is endless resentment and evil energy. No matter monks or mortals, they can smell a faint salty smell in the air, and drink water and taste an inexplicable sweetness that makes their heart palpitate.

Qixia Xiandu, the ancient city of the Six Capitals, is in the spring of March. The sun is coming as expected, and the rare warmth makes the mortals of the Six Capitals feel more comfortable.

There are many tourists on the banks of the Wei River, but the section of the Xianjia Cave is not dimly visible like before. Now that section seems to have faded directly from the sight of mortals and disappeared.

Even the beautiful Qixia Immortal Light has not been seen by ordinary people in the Six Capitals for a long time, and they only heard about it occasionally from the mouths of their elders.

The small building in the middle of the river is still there, and this section of the Weishui River is now filled with all kinds of Lingbao lotus that have grown and flourished. The scenery is naturally unique, filled with the everlasting lotus leaves.

From time to time, a koi carp infected with spiritual energy breaks the immersion. The ancient willows on the shore are already extremely strong, and the crisp green leaves are floating in the breeze, which is really gratifying.

At this time, the Yanhuang ancestral land and Hexin Xiaozhu were completely owned by Duan De. This was the result of the decision of everyone in the sect.

Duan De, who had finally managed to calm down all the mothers-in-law with his overwhelming ability, faced a new challenge. At this time, family magic was being performed on the Xiaozhu water platform.

Lan Ping lay lazily on a huge golden lotus, her lips slightly curved, and she seemed to be enjoying her current life.

Beigong Feiyan leaned against the pillars of the platform and pavilion and looked at the scene with interest.

Jin Miaomiao, who had finally achieved perfection, still seemed a little uncomfortable. She huddled at a small table in a corner near the water. Her hibiscus-like face lost some of the sadness that had been on her face for a long time and became radiant.

Wei Shui leaned on the glazed tiles of Langfang in a dignified manner and watched with great interest the execution of the family law.

The protagonists in the scene are naturally the miserable Duan De and the domineering Xiao Yu. I don't know where this girl bought a bone-penetrating whip with barbs, and she is whipping it vigorously.

I don’t know when Duan De got into the habit of not wearing clothes. When the whip came, the skin was torn and the flesh was dripping with blood. Of course, the muscles were squirming after the whip, and they had fully recovered by the time of the next whip.

Duan De's miserable pig-killing howl resounded through the sky in Xiaozhu. It seemed to be very painful. Of course, he had to hurt. It was easier than having a fish's intestines pierced through his abdomen.

The strange thing is that there is another person not far away from the two. Who is that Tangpu Liu?

She was used to being strong at home, and she finally behaved like a woman here. She was embarrassed and wanted to stay away from the two of them as much as possible, but no matter how hard she stepped back, it was useless. She was still in the same place after retreating for a long time.

The shadow of the bone-piercing whip dancing in Xiaoyu's hand seems to be right in front of him. The strong wind blowing makes his pretty face feel a little itchy. It feels really amazing. What a beautiful woman cares about most is her face. This Xiaoyu's interest makes Duan De agitated.

Speechless.

"I really didn't kidnap her because she was beautiful. Why don't you believe me? I haven't even left here, and I told you that she is a descendant of Nanling Kingdom. Why are you still fighting?"

Duan De, who was lying on the stone bench, continued to cry like ghosts and howl like wolves.

"You are very capable, so where is the Nanling Kingdom? You can pick people out of thin air even though they are hundreds of millions of miles away, or deliver them at a fixed location, and you say it's not because of her appearance? Why don't you save an old man? Huh? Sophistry!"

Although Duan De only took Xiaoyu back after returning from Nanling, the fat man and others who had been with him for a long time had already said it, and Xiaoyu also knew it.

"The mark is coming out from her hand. How can I tell if it's a boy or a girl, beautiful or ugly?"

The original intention was to protect Tang Xuan'er once. Of course, the cultivation knowledge at that time was not as good as it is now, and he was not able to save people from hundreds of millions of miles away. But as long as Tang Xuan'er sent a mark, as long as he was in the cultivator world, he would receive it sooner or later.

As for whether he can save her in time, it is a matter of following fate and doing human affairs. With his current cultivation level, it is of course easy to do. As long as there is a beacon in the distance, he can wave his hand with almost full space attainment points.

can do it.

But I didn’t want to hear that there was a great beauty. At that time, I was doing something shameless and impetuous with Xiao Yu in front of me. Suddenly I felt something and subconsciously picked it up. The great beauty fell directly into the two of them. Can Xiao Yu not be angry?

As for Tang Pu Liu, she was even more scared out of her mind. Duan De was able to easily fix her suffocation. When she woke up, not only was the environment unfamiliar, but she also gave her a wonderful education.

The yellow-flowered girl suddenly screamed, breaking the stagnant atmosphere, and then there was another three-chamber trial, which is the origin of the current scene.

Even now, her pink face is full of embarrassment but the blush is still there. Her appearance is not inferior to that of other wives, and it does make all the girls suspicious.

The most important thing is that Duan De has a lot of criminal records and can no longer make them feel at ease or convinced.

In addition, Tang Puliu recognized Duan De as soon as he saw him, and there was already a portrait of him in Princess Xuan's mansion.

Now she is very confused in her heart. The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, leaving her alone in the world. Now she is obviously saved by the immortal family, but she knows that she has no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortality. This once made her very sad.

Should I live next?

I couldn't help but start to blame my idol for why I didn't pass this matter down. If it weren't for chance, I wouldn't have known that the royal family actually had the last life-saving straw.

Of course, whether the man in front of me can save him or not is a matter of course.

And his women are all so beautiful. The reason why she, who has always been confident in her appearance, is embarrassed may be because she finally realizes that there are people out there who are like heaven.

They all have their own merits based on appearance alone, but the monk's unique temperament that does not belong to the world is incomparable to her. The reason why she has read so many books is actually because she has the same dream as Yuwen Qingrou.

"Okay, okay Xiaoyu, don't you just have a grudge for letting this girl ruin a good thing? Why have you become so unruly now? The barbarian won't like you like this."

Si Shui on the roof jokingly called Xiao Yu, who was about to retort, but held it back in time. Only she and Duan De, who was lying on his back, could see her and hear her speak. It was good for everyone to remain mysterious.

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"Hmph! Let me spare you for today. What will she do? You don't want to take another one, do you?"

Xiaoyu pinched the back of Duan De's neck, lifted it up to his face and shouted.

"Um? I definitely won't. How about letting her live in our mortal kingdom?"

Duan De only subconsciously saved people, but why did he think about making arrangements for her?

"I won't go! I, Mr. Duan, can I become an immortal? I want to become an immortal..."

Tang Puliu knew very well that as long as Duan De and the others established their own identity, it was basically impossible to change it. If he went to a strange mortal country, he didn't need to think too much about the consequences, except that he might suffer less if he died.

Beauty has been a disaster since ancient times, and without the protection of absolute power, you will most likely end up miserable.

The girls were surprised that she had the courage to reply now. Duan De had never had any vision of immortality. After hearing this, he looked at her carefully several times and felt that she should be the type without spiritual roots. He remembered that the Tang family did not have spiritual roots. .

With the senior Yu Wen Qing Rou in this matter, Duan De frowned slightly. It was possible, but he would never let Wei Shui take action if they were not related to each other. If Yu Wen Qing Rou was not with Niu Ben, she would not be able to achive dreams.
Chapter completed!