Chapter 688： Disciple, I have come to find you for the master

The man called Junior Brother took a sip of tea and put the teacup back on the table in a gentle manner.

He has a pair of slender and well-proportioned hands, as if carved from the finest white jade.

His expression was indifferent and calm as water, "Don't be annoyed, senior brother in charge. With you in the master's sect, you can protect the foundation of the world. Now I have made up my mind. No matter whether the ancient book is true or not, I plan to give it a try."

As soon as these words came out, the sect master laughed in anger, and with one palm, the immortal mountain in the distance collapsed with a loud roar, and a hundred birds flew away.

"Your disciple is not a person from this world of immortal cultivation. Now that she has left and returned to the original world, you should let go of your obsessions, instead of trying to go to the three thousand worlds to find her by trying the forbidden spell!"

"Not to mention whether the forbidden spell can be successful, even if you successfully go to the world where she is, the time may be staggered."

"Your memory no longer exists, you don't remember each other, you don't know each other, and you even watch her marry someone else's wife. Even so, don't you regret it?!"

The head's face was flushed with anger, and he looked at the talented and intelligent, and the high-level cultivation base in Xianmen was known as the junior brother of the gods.

A man with long hair **** by a silver crown got up and stared at the collapsed fairy mountain in the distance, "Yes, no regrets!"

"Junior Brother Di Chen, you are confused!"

The head was so angry that his eyes were scarlet, knowing that the other party had made up his mind, burning with anger, he threw his sleeves and left.

When he was leaving, his angry curse rang out faintly in the air.

After watching this scene, the dusty memory in my mind was released, and it came unstoppable like a tide.

He saw him teach that girl to practice swords, draw talismans, play chess, drink alcohol...

During the day and night, the almighty God Venerable gave birth to an unspeakable mind for the disciple under his name.

He spurned himself while uncontrollably paying attention to the only disciple.

After watching all the memories at a glance, the spiritual power sealed in the body returned.

The momentum of the whole body has changed greatly, with endless alienation and indifference, the breath is not like a mortal person, and it is cold and unapproachable.

As if feeling something, the constellations in the sky also changed suddenly, all things bowed their heads quietly at this moment, and the underworld was also rioting.

Fu Shimo pushed the gold wire-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, his **** Adam's apple rolling.

His voice was low, "My disciple, I have come to find you for my teacher."

He noticed that the trace of divine consciousness he had left in Yan Zhi Xu Shi Hai Li was shaken and was on the verge of being broken, and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Holding the Xuan Xuan sword with a bright and light body in his hand, with a blue sword spike hanging on it, his figure flashed and appeared in outer space.

——

in the pigsty.

Lin Yaozhi picked up the frosted flower sword on the ground, the sword has a spiritual sense to feel the breath in the air, struggled hard, and made a buzzing sound.

He sealed the weak spiritual sense in the sword, and took the sword without hesitation and slashed at Yan Zhixu.

"Using your own sword to save your life is my respect for you."

"You don't have to feel that you have died wrongly. If you can take me a few tricks, you are already a leader in Xuanmen."

The Frost Flower Sword was about to pass through the slender and fragile neck, and suddenly, a golden mask lit up and shook open!

The golden protective barrier shook Lin Yao back a few steps.

He was shocked and changed color, "Divine consciousness?!"

There is actually a great power left in this yellow-haired girl's sea of ​​consciousness?

When Lin Yaozhi was about to raise his sword to stab Yan Zhixu again, a low and majestic voice sounded.

"Your courage is really not small."

There was a strong sense of oppression from all directions, the surrounding space was blocked for a hundred miles, and there was no way to escape, and a tyrannical sword energy came.

"boom--"

The sword qi scratched his body, and Lin Yaozhi was thrown flying and fell onto the bricks that had just collapsed and piled up on the ground.