It is as lofty as a mountain.
Seems to be able to swallow the world in the south gate.
In addition to the clouds, spread everywhere, can not see anything, except white, only white, quiet as if living in a quiet universe.
It's full of boring atmosphere.
In the air.
I'm afraid that if I stay here for a second, I'll become an ordinary person.
Even monks.
They may not be able to stand the chill inside. They are all aiming at the state of mind. They are torturing people's willpower all the time.
And deep down.
A white dress with hands, like the immortal sky, indifferent, deep eyes, has been quietly looking at the front, the line of sight is never the slightest shake.
In front of this white dress.
It's a girl who sits in mid air with her eyes slightly closed, wearing a purple dress, with willow leaves like eyes, thin lips like jade, long hair over her shoulders, and a slightly cold face.
All around the girl.
They are filled with a touch of sacred breath, and then turn into nothingness. At the next moment, they immediately exude the breath of time with incomparable vicissitudes, filling the whole body.
It's like crossing a long river of time.
A girl's face.
From the appearance of a 16-year-old girl, she soon turned into a tall girl with a cold face and a purple skirt. Her delicate body and foreign bodies on her chest all showed up.
But even so.
The white dress in front of her never blinked, still calm.
The next moment.
The cold girl in front of her changed again. Her hair was all white and her face was full of wrinkles. But in a flash, it turned back to its original appearance.
For Chu Lingxiao.
If he wants a person to become a strong monk in an instant, it's just something he can do at will.
Even if he is a mortal who has no accomplishments, he can make the other party become an emperor at any level.
But do it.
But I can never be the king of the same level.
Except for Ruchen Jiannan.
Such a monk already has cosmic pride and talent. Otherwise, forcibly upgrading the other's realm will only play a role in promoting the growth of the seedlings. For looking forward to the whole universe, you really don't have to think about it any more.
Five years.
An qianmeng has really lost her childishness.
Although she was only sixteen years old, her cold face had already made her beautiful. Most importantly, she had a trace of noble temperament, belonging to the sacred aura of godless.
Chu Lingxiao carries his hands, as always, his eyes are quiet and calm, his breath is deep and cool like still water, as if he had been standing in front of an qianmeng for five years.
He chose an qianmeng.
One of the main reasons for being the new Lord of heaven is that an qianmeng was Haotian, the last Lord of heaven. On the other hand, he was transformed by a drop of blood essence before he died.
An qianmeng.
Haotian is alive!
It's empty.
Deep in the cold South Gate.
All of a sudden.
On and off.
There was a tremor.
"Lord Master, I I'm cold. "
Behind Chu Lingxiao, long Bingyao, dressed in green clothes, also sits cross knee.
However, because she is not like an qianmeng, she is being self styled by Chu Lingxiao, so she can't feel the extremely cold air here.
But long Bingyao has been here for five years. Until today, she can't support any more.
The delicate body kept shaking.
That pretty face, more already have no blood color, the vision is weak and weak, full face wronged of raise head, looking at the body back to own Chu Ling Xiao.
She overestimated herself a little.
I thought that in five years' time, my cultivation has been greatly improved here. I have directly stepped into the peak of the ancient kingdom, stepped on the heavenly Dharma, and also cultivated to the fifth level. I have a faint sense of the imperial atmosphere.
But I didn't think of it.
A friar of her rank could not stand the cold here for only five years.
"Lord Master... "
Long Bingyao opens her mouth and wants Chu Lingxiao to drive away the cold for her. But before she finishes, she is interrupted by Chu Lingxiao's faint voice.
"If you can't make it, go out first."
But after long Bingyao heard it.
In the heart is wronged.
There was a trace of tears in her beautiful eyes.
"Lord Master, I just want to accompany you... "
She felt that Chu Lingxiao was saying that she was useless. She could not help but sit up again with her knees crossed. She tried her best to carry all her magic power and continue to resist the cold.however.
Just a few seconds later.
I feel cold to the bone marrow. The remaining mana in my body is not enough to resist the constant cold.
But looking at Chu Lingxiao, who still turned his back to him and didn't seem to care at all, long Bingyao felt more uncomfortable. Her grievance was almost unbearable and she cried completely.
But the next moment.
Just feel the body.
There was a warmth that she had never felt before, flowing slowly into every corner of her body, which made her almost open her mouth and sing it out.
"From now on, you don't need to practice the Tiandi Dharma any more. This is the ancestral Dharma of the dragon clan in your universe. You will practice it in the future."
A faint voice.
Echoing in long Bingyao's ear, a section of immortal cultivation method appeared in her mind, which was hundreds of times stronger than the Tiandi method.
But this carving is of ice Yao.
That pair of beautiful eyes looking at Chu Lingxiao is more crazy.
……
The whole East.
Five years ago, it was announced that the new Lord of heaven was succeeded by an qianmeng, who was only 11 years old.
On Meng an.
It never stops.
It is in today's young monks, more powerful, more outstanding time node, the voice of discussion, more a trace of irony.
It's not just the world below.
In the hearts of the celestial immortals, there are also some complaints.
But no one dares to say.
Because there is Chu Lingxiao standing behind an qianmeng
But at this moment.
After five years of silence, a faint word suddenly came out of the gate. Suddenly, it was like a huge wind, sweeping down.
Though the voice is light.
Small as it is.
But it vibrates more than any heavy drum in the world.
In a flash.
The whole sky above, all reverberated this voice, startled those comments sound, instantly disappeared without a trace.
"For the emperor, when the town of all enemies in the world, can you understand?"
Grunt!
This moment.
Countless people's hair, which was startled, all stood up and forced to swallow a mouthful of saliva, because they all knew who the owner of the voice was. Those who were just talking directly covered their mouths with fear, for fear that their words might be heard uneasily.
This moment.
In the East, there was silence.
Everyone, staring at the direction of Nantianmen, didn't dare to make a sound at all.
Nobody thought of it.
After five years of silence, there will be a sudden movement today!
"For the emperor, when the town of all enemies in the world, can you understand?"
It's still the same.
But let the world below, and even all the immortals in the heaven, tremble slightly, as if a heart, mention the voice, all staring at the south gate.
In the south of China, fengjiuxiao is in the manor.
But looking at the direction of Nantianmen.
Beautiful eyes.
Slightly showing a trace of confusion, as if this sentence, suddenly recalled her some memories.
Three hundred thousand years ago.
Above the galaxy.
The white dress, with both hands on his back, asked her the same way in front of him.
"For the emperor, when the town of all enemies in the world, can you understand?"
This moment.
Two people, two completely different figures, two places, but at this moment, said at the same time.
Just two words.
"I understand."
But only to see.
This moment.
In countless trembling eyes, the towering south gate of heaven, thousands of feet of golden light, more in which, filled with a trace of imperial power.
The next moment.
After the faint voice fell, there was no doubt about an qianmeng in the whole East, only fear and trembling from the heart.
"From now on, you are no longer called an qianmeng. From now on, you have only one name, female emperor Anhong!"
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