The sacred tree towers into the clouds, as if it is endless.

A ridge-shaped crystal slowly rotated under the arch of the bowl-shaped giant leaves, and the light in the stars flowed around the ridge-shaped crystals like flowing water. A woman in a green skirt sat quietly on a huge broad leaf and practiced with her eyes closed. Her temperament was elegant and outspoken, like an elf in a divine tree. Although the woman closed her eyes, she was still so beautiful that she was thrilling. There was no word in the world to describe this ethereal pure beauty.

Suddenly, the leaves trembled, and the woman opened her eyes, and instantly it looked like a pearl emerged from a clam. The air around her was dyed with a layer of brightness, as if the spring breeze had swept by, and the flowers bloomed together. The already thrilling face seemed to be decorated with souls, which was even more suffocating. This woman was Zhao Yao, the saint of the divine wood!

Two female cultivators, who were also wearing green skirts, came from somewhere and fell on the giant leaves.

"Fusu Liuguang, go and see what happened!" Zhao Yao stood up and said a little uneasy.

The three of them floated down the divine wood. After walking for a while, they were stopped by two female cultivators from the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. The two female cultivators said respectfully: "Someone trespassed into the divine wood. For the sake of the safety of the saint, please return for the time being!"

Zhao Yao felt inexplicably jumped and asked, "Who is trespassing into the Divine Tree?"

The two female cultivators shook their heads and said, "I don't know!"

Zhao Yao frowned and said, "Get out of the way, I'll go and see it myself!"

"Lord Qingdi has an order, but I dare not let it go. Please do not let the saint do it!" The two female cultivators still stopped him, saying respectfully, but there was no fear in their expressions.

Fusu and Liuguang angrily rebuked: "This is a divine tree, everything is decided by the saint. What power does the Qing Emperor have to obstruct it!"

The two female cultivators remained silent, but they still blocked the way and did not get out of the way. Zhao Yao was secretly angry, but she had no choice but to turn around and walk back.

"Sister Zhaoyao!" A crisp and childish voice came, and the little guy with a ponytail soared to the sky and flew up happily from the top and bottom with the unfinished fairy fruit in his hand, and threw himself into Zhaoyao's arms and rubbed hard.

Zhao Yao couldn't help but smile, and instantly stunned the two female cultivators from the Daluo Golden Fairyland. Han Ke'er took out a huge fig and handed it to Zhao Yao like a treasure, and smiled sweetly, "Sister!"

"I just know how to eat, a little foodie!" Zhao Yao pretended to be annoyed and slapped the little guy's ass.

Han Ke'er giggled, twisted her body and acted coquettishly, and insisted that Zhaoyao take a bite before she could stop, which made Fusu and Liuguang on the side laugh.

"Sister Fusu, Sister Liuguang!" The little guy took out two fairy-like fruits that were so powerful that they handed them to Fusu and Liuguang. The two Daluo Jinxian cultivators were envious of them. They couldn't afford this kind of purple fruit, and they usually only served for the imperial palace.

Fusu and Liuguang were a little flattered and took it happily, praising: "Jiji is so good!"

The little guy shook his nose smugly, stretched out his fat little hand and pointed at the two Daluo Golden Fairy Cultivators: "I hate you, I won't give it to you!" He said that and made a face!

Fusu and Liuguang couldn't help but giggle, Zhao Yao was also smiling, and the two female cultivators were secretly angry. Zhao Yao glanced at the two of them lightly and walked back with the little guy in her arms. Fusu and Liuguang snorted without any hesitation, which made the two female cultivators glared.

The little guy took out a purple purple fruit and squeaked it and said happily about going out for fun today, squeaking like a happy lark. Zhao Yao listened with a smile. The little guy suddenly threw away the purple purple fruit that had been eaten halfway, and said with a pouting red mouth, "I saw someone very much like Brother Yun today!"

Zhao Yao was instantly struck by lightning, Huo stopped, and Fusu and Liuguang exclaimed at the same time: "Young Master is here?"

Zhao Yao breathed a little rapidly, suppressing her inner excitement and asked, "Where is he?"

The little guy shook his head in annoyance and said, "I didn't see clearly, it seems to be Brother Yun!"

Zhao Yao's heart sank, and he poked the little guy's forehead lightly and said, "What the hell is going on?"

The little guy said the story crisply, and Zhaoyao couldn't help but remain silent, but his heart was full of waves and worries. The little guy pursed his bright red lips and said pitifully: "Sister Zhaoyao, do you think it's Brother Yun? People think it's him, but why did Brother Yun run away when he saw Ke'er? He doesn't like Ke'er anymore!" Tears shone in his dark eyes.

Fusu and Liuguang hurriedly comforted: "How is that possible? That person must be not a young master!"

"No, Jiji is so cute, everyone likes him when they see him!" Zhao Yao smiled and pinched the little guy's round face.

The little guy was happy, took out another fairy fruit and ate it hard, and said vaguely: "Ke'er misses Brother Yun, does Sister Zhaoyao want to?"

Zhao Yao was silent. Fusu and Liuguang looked at each other, knowing that the little guy's heartless words touched the saint's heart.

"Be good Ke'er, the saint is going to practice. Sister Liuguang will take you to play!" Liuguang hugged Han Ke'er from Zhaoyao's arms. The little guy followed Fusu and Liuguang away reluctantly.

Zhao Yao walked silently along the sacred tree and finally came to an arc-shaped branch. Her vision was not blocked by the leaves. She could see a blood-red sunset in the mist in the sky slowly sinking into the sea of ​​clouds. Zhao Yao stood silently, like a painting condensed in the air, with the breeze gently blowing the hem of her skirt.

The last ray of sunset disappeared with the mist!

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In the valley of Hundred Flowers, surrounded by streams, the colorful light envelops a strange seven-petaled strange flower, which exudes a solemn and sacred atmosphere. The flowers all over the mountains are looming in the direction of the colorful flowers, like worship, and the colorful lights fly away from all directions towards the strange flowers.

In the center of the Qixuan crimson flower, Han Yun closed his eyes and floated in the void. The terrifying energy in his body was extremely unstable. The fierce murderous aura was rising and falling like waves. The seven light belts tied it firmly, but were twisted and changed by the terrifying power of Han Yun, as if it would break at any time. Han Yun's eyes were red, and the murderous aura in his eyes made people frightened. He was as if he was possessed by a demon, and his throat was roaring like a beast.

Seven women sat upright on the petals of different colors, constantly absorbing the colorful lights around them, and pinching the tricks of hand continuously filled the seven light belts. The terrifying energy in Han Yun's body ran around between the meridians, and the occasionally stimulated force shocked the light shield formed by the seven mysterious crimson flowers.

The seven women suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, with a hint of horror on their faces, and they flew toward Han Yun at the same time. At the same time, the seven-thick crimson flowers quickly closed.

Boom! A loud bang, bound Han Yun's seven light belts shattered in response. Han Yun stood up straight, like a ferocious beast breaking through the shackles. He reached out and grabbed a woman's neck that rushed to the front.

"No!" Six crys sounded together.

Han Yun was about to use his strength to crush the woman's throat, but the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly weakened. The painful pretty face in front of him seemed to arouse a trace of confusion.

"Brother Yun, don't hurt Sister Chuo!"

"Big bad guy, don't!"

"Han Yun, let go!"

Six figures fell down at the same time, trying to spread Han Yun's hand apart. The terrifying power in Han Yun's body was running around uncontrollably. The rash blockade of his meridians might immediately burst, so the girls had no good way to subdue him, so they could only pull their waists and drag their hands, trying to drag him away.

The woman who was pinched by Han Yun's throat was Chu Junchuo. Her pretty face turned red and white. Lin Jin'er, Tian Xiaoji and others tried their best to break Han Yun's fingers, and screamed in screaming. In desperation, Concubine Tian opened her mouth and bit Han Yun's arm, but Han Yun had no reaction and felt no pain at all.

Seeing Chu Junchuo's breath getting weaker and weaker, his hands were softly hanging down, the girls were anxious, but they could not help but feel helpless. At this moment, Chu Junchuo, who was dying, suddenly raised his hand and smashed it on his chest. Han Yun's body shook obviously, and the strength in his hand seemed to be relaxed. Chu Junchuo opened his eyes with difficulty and tapped his chest with all his strength. Han Yun shook it again, his blood-red eyes dazed for a moment, and he spit out two words in his dream: "Chochuo!" Subconsciously let go of his hand.

Chu Junchuo had just let out a long breath, and Han Yun hugged her waist tightly. He couldn't help but feel shocked and shouted: "Little thief, what are you doing?"

hiss!

The dress on his body was roughly put down, and his delicate body, as crispy as the cream, was completely exposed.

"Ah!" the girls exclaimed in unison.

"I'm sorry, I have to do this!" Han Yun gasped and said nonsense.

Just now, Chu Junchuo used the Immortal Couple Seal between himself and Han Yun to awaken Han Yun a trace of his mind. Unexpectedly, Han Yun's current divine sea was in chaos. The memories of this life were mixed with the memories of the previous life stored in the black jade plaque. Perhaps because Chuchuo had just used the Immortal Couple Seal, Han Yun's memory in the divine sea turned to the Yin-Yang Locking Dragon Well, and the two of them had no choice but to live in the well. Han Yun was repeating this in his mind, so he started to move.

"Oh!" Chu Junchuo let out a light cry, his whole body suddenly stretched out, and the hot hard object under him broke in without any prelude. In the stunned eyes of the other women, Han Yun completely subconsciously launched an attack on the woman in his arms.

The chaotic memories in Han Yun's mind rolled forward with the continuous sprint. The murderous aura that was blocking his chest seemed to have found the outlet of venting, and it surged out... Holding a spear in his hand, rushing and killing, the killing scenes of past and present life were chaotic in his mind. Chu Junchuo was both ashamed and angry. Under Han Yun's barbaric impact, he finally couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching moan, and then he was out of control...

On a mountain peak outside Baihua Valley, a snow-white Fengduo, carrying a golden sword on his back, looked at the void with his hands. The night sky was deep, with no moon or stars. A middle-aged man in a lilac robe stood in the air, looking down at Fengduo with his hands on his back, as if he was riding the wind.
Chapter completed!