Chapter 343

The green shadow was heavy, crossed countless broken shadows, tore several cloud palaces in succession, and came from a very far distance, breaking the fierce blood red sword light.

Countless shadows are condensed in one place, and the aura is scattered, revealing a beautiful girl in a blue dress.

Behind her, there were ten magnificent colorful rays suspended. Looking around, her clear eyes were cold, and she shook her sleeve robe and said, "who dares to touch him?"

Tianjiao, the demon who just shot, obviously recognized Qingdi. At this time, he was too scared to speak, and even his fingers with the sword trembled.

Many creatures are also afraid, and many people have left here quietly.

In this tree canopy cloud que, green flute is not only the first person to enter here, but also by virtue of the mysterious ghost art, I don't know how many demons Tianjiao killed. Now it has long been a terrible creature that people can't avoid.

A bright golden light came across and fell in front of the green flute. It was the golden robed boy in the golden holy palace.

"Green flute, the three Fairies in the northwest are about to be born. Why did you suddenly give up the fight?"

The golden robed boy looked at the green flute with a calm tone.

The green flute glanced at him, his eyes colder, and said, "step back."

"You are presumptuous!"

The golden robed boy's face showed the color of surprise and anger, and he was about to open his mouth to scold, but he inadvertently saw ten rays of sunlight suspended behind the green flute, and immediately fell down like a basin of cold water, even if he stopped his mouth.

On the surface, the empress of Jin Shenggong asked the green flute to obey her orders, but secretly gave the jade token of the only permission to receive Xianxia to the green flute!

Whenever I think of this place, there is a bone chilling chill sweeping through the heart of the golden robed boy.

Green flute no longer paid attention to him, but turned sideways, looked at Ji yuenian sitting on the ground with complicated eyes, and lowered his tone a lot: "Ji yuenian."

At this time, her voice was gentle and pleasant, like water gurgling, like an empty valley warbler, like a clear spring passing through a stream, so that the golden robed boy standing on one side couldn't help but open his eyes. For a moment, he forgot his unhappiness just now, and his face was full of incredible colors, murmuring: "this witch actually has such a side... Such a voice... Such a tone..."

Between the roaring winds, the clouds rolled over, and the colorful halo flowing on the side of the green flute became more and more magnificent.

Ji Yue raised her head slightly, looked at the young girl in green skirt who was blocking her, and didn't speak.

The green flute was silent for a moment. After stretching his sleeve, he took out a colorful glow with scattered light and handed it to Ji yuenian.

It seemed to be aware of the silence in Ji yuenian's eyes. The girl in green skirt walked to Ji yuenian and whispered, "I want to take the first seat for the golden saint palace, but I'm a little weak. Ji yuenian, I give you this fairy glow to restore the spirit, and you help me compete for the fairy glow, OK?"

Although the meaning in the words was obvious, it was almost superficial. There was a hint of begging in her voice.

Beg Ji yuenian to take down this glow, and beg Ji yuenian to show his true feelings towards him.

She knows the nature of Ji yuenian's heart, but also knows the pride of Ji yuenian's deep heart.

After a few breaths, the girl in green dress still stretched out her sleeve motionlessly, holding a magnificent glow in her slender white hand, quietly hanging in front of Ji yuenian.

Ji yuenian looked at the girl Zhan qingpao's small hand holding the glow under her sleeve. She never went to see her clear eyes and whispered, "it's time to end the cause and effect with you."

"What does this mean?" Qingdi subconsciously bit her lips, "what cause and effect do you want to end?"

"Since your heart is like a mirror, why pretend not to know?" Ji yuenian stood up, brushed his robe sleeve, and did not take the glow from the girl in the green skirt. "For you, I am just a ghost like a mirror. When you were a ghost in the qingluan mountains, you could do nothing. But now your cultivation is getting deeper, and those optional memories have become an obstacle to you."

Ji yuenian turned her head, and there was a blue light around her, and said, "not to mention, I promised you many times before, and I originally had some gratitude for you here. If you want to leave the white night world, just leave it directly, I don't care about it, but you have to leave that jade token, indecisive, rat headed, and plain disturbed my state of mind, which is really wrong."

"Ji yuenian, you have been thinking about this..."

The girl in green dress stared at him in a daze, holding the little hand of the glow gently trembling, and her mood surged, saying: "I left not only a jade token, but also a piece of brocade and silk, is that piece of brocade and silk..."

"Don't deceive yourself any more," Ji yuenian shook her head and interrupted her. A trace of ice blue halo gradually permeated her dark hair like a waterfall. "I won't take this glow, but I will help you fight for Xianxia. After this, the cause and effect between you and me will be cut off, and there will be no more involvement."

The girl in green dress closed her eyes, and her long dark eyelashes trembled slightly. After a few breaths, she slowly opened them. There was a little light in her clear eyes, and she whispered, "OK."

"Also," Ji yuenian walked to Qingdi and slightly turned his head, "I don't accept your love just now."

After saying this, a blue butterfly flapped its wings from its sleeve and flew out, turning into a handsome young Taoist.

At the beginning, under the gate of Yunque palace, the dialogue between Yuan Qing and Ji yuenian was deliberate. Yuan Qing pretended to let Ji yuenian wait alone at the gate of the palace, and performed 36 kinds of changes by himself into Yunque. After a few breaths, he turned into a butterfly and quietly flew back, hidden in Ji yuenian's sleeve robe.

Long before they turned into birds, Ji yuenian and Yuan Qing absorbed a colorful fairy glow in this way, which was hidden in Yuan Qing. Even if the green flute had not been used, Yuan Qing, who had recovered most of the spiritual cultivation, could block the red sword light.

Reading at midnight

After the appearance of the green flute, Yuan Qing hid the colorful glow into the jade plate in Ji yuenian's sleeve robe. Now, under the cultivation of the magnificent Xianxia, the divine palace of Ji yuenian has gradually filled up, and even the heavy injury on the spirit has changed a little.

"Rose year."

Qing Di grabbed Ji yuenian's robe sleeve, put her beautiful white face close to his ear, looked at him firmly, and said, "I still have one thing to ask."

Ji yuenian retreated slightly, but the sleeved robe did not break away from the soft little hands of the girl in green skirt.

Green flute bit his teeth and came closer again. He said word by word: "the brocade and silk in another wooden box, you really haven't..."

Before that, a deafening roar spread all over the sky!

Yuan Qing made a little induction and said in a deep voice, "there are enough eight fairies condensing out in the southeast of Yunque!"

Ji yuenian glanced at Qingdi sideways and said, "don't delay. Brother yuan Qing and I helped you to fight for Xianxia. After this, not only can your spiritual illusion be completely erased, but also my state of mind will be unimpeded."

The girl in green skirt was stunned, and her expression was rarely in a trance, and bursts of unspeakable feelings of emptiness suddenly surged up in the depths of her mind.

In just a few hundred years, it was like a separated world.

Today, I am no longer an ignorant newborn ghost in the qingluan mountains; The water demon God in front of him is no longer a sword carrying teenager who broke through the barrier of the furnace of heaven by entering the realm of metaphysics.

The Chi Ling Wu wooden sword of the Ji family should have been the only psychic magic weapon he had.

Thinking of this, the soft corners of the green flute's lips vaguely evoked a smile, and the complicated mood that had plagued him for hundreds of years and struggled for a long time finally became clear at this time.