The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

On the far north side of the east land is a vast ice field.

The ice and snow that does not melt all year round and the cold temperature of dripping water is enough to kill all weak lives, leaving only the murderous beasts with thick skin.

In the overwhelming snow-capped curtain, the black afterimage is particularly conspicuous.One person ran fast.In a blink of an eye, he climbed the peak between clouds and fog, passed through countless palace walls and pavilions, and came to the tallest palace.

The visitor like this can reach the level of Xuefeng, and can only stand outside the hall, politely waiting for the communication.

Finally, the hall door opened.The lanterns gleamed brightly and shone out, accompanied by the warm and intoxicating wind and the luxuriant silk bamboo, the visitors came into the hall.

The temple door closed behind him, and Feixue changed to Yangchun March.

At the end of the splendid golden hall, in the overlapping veil of veil, a slender figure of a woman is reflected, leaning against the soft bed of Jinqu.

Even if the face is not clear through the gauze, everyone who sees this scene will have an inexplicable intuition that she is a peerless beauty.

The person in the tent did not move, and the visitor did not dare to raise his head, but he could feel a sharp eye falling on him, as if he had to split his skin and bones at any time.

He settled down and knelt down for a while,

"Palace, someone saw Junshang on the western border."

For a while, it wasn't until the kneeling person swept down in cold sweat that a hand was stretched out of the tent.

It is delicate and delicate, like an orchid to be placed.

For a while, it seemed that the incense in the temple was a bit rich.

The hand was swayed, and Silk Bamboo and Song and Dance were silent for a moment.The musician Mai Ji retreated silently.

The kneeling man picked up a clear bead. "We spy on the Bi Palace. We carried a shadow bead with us. The last image passed back before death is the king."

With a slender hand, the bead stopped at her fingertips.

She played with the pearl and got up from the tent.Ruoru's boneless posture, caged with light and transparent jade gauze.

She stood barefoot on glazed bricks.

The brick reflected her dusty eyebrows.

The reliefs and pearls on the gold bi, the palace lanterns and the colorful satin on the painting beams dimmed together.

Yu Zhanmei suddenly felt a little boring because she was so beautiful, but no one dared to look at her here.

She seemed to feel something when the Juggernaut stepped into the wasteland.But the saint is on top, no matter what she wants to do, she cannot stop or even ask.

Now that the saint is gone, Yu Shi is seriously injured. She wants to leave the east land. Who can stop her?

The Northern Emperor is approaching, and the gentleman of the academy is also old.

The woman looked at the beads and laughed, like the spring breeze in March blowing up the willows of the river embankment.

Her voice also seemed to be drunk in the spring breeze, "Let's go, see Junjun."

"The Palace Master drives--"

"The Palace Master drives--"

A series of announcements rang out, echoing from countless palace pavilions to the silent Xuefeng.From the bright yellow glazed tiles to the green pine on the cliff, the snow on it was shaken by the rustle.

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The night was vast, and Lengyue broke out.

Yin Biyue sat on a big tree, wrapped in a black cloak, covered by a dense and huge crown, and his body was barely visible.

Compared with the fat sheep to be slaughtered in Donglu, no hunter would easily provoke him now.

He looked far away and could see the border of the wasteland.After calculating the itinerary, you can get out of here tomorrow and reach the nearest village.

In the cold and bright moonlight, he took out the book in his arms.It was Mr. Zhang Yuan who sent him "Evil Charm Fairy Princess".

Yin Biyue thought it was a book in the room, and he didn't realize it was a few volumes of notes until he started reading the first book three nights ago.

It's still the real immortal notes.

There is no inheritance of exercises, no swordsmanship, only daily life and cultivation, and even some trivial.If it wasn't for the correct time and major event, the handwriting was also the same as the remnant of Ling Xiaojian in the Xuefu Bookstore, and it was hardly seen that this was the life of a true fairy.

Yin Biyue was unbelievable at first, comparing the details with the historical books he had seen, and found that these handbooks were more logical.There are also reasonable explanations for some doubts about the "All Saints' Age of "Dao Demon War".

He has never been so close to the truth of history, but the more he looked, the more he was shocked, because the tone of Yi Lingxiao's narrative was like a passerby.

"Mo Changyuan is two hundred and fifty, and it's not reliable. The war is going to come tomorrow, the people are scattered, the team is not easy to bring..."

Who would have thought that before the earth-shattering Dao-Meng battle, Yi Lingxiao would write such a statement.

Later, the notes became more scribbled, indicating that the recorder was uneasy.

"I saw Mo Changyuan today, he changed, and compared to when I was a kid, I can't recognize him..."

"He can't look back, I killed him. I don't want to be like this."

"This life hasn't been good, too bad."

Yin Biyue closed the book, and endless confusion flooded up.

The description of the notes is brief, but inexplicably very graphic.Yin Biyue couldn't even help thinking, if he was interested in Ling Xiao, he would write something to stay, and he would do the same.

It will also be called the evil and boring name "Xie Mei Xian Chang Leng Qiao Fei".

But if Ruyi Lingxiao is really a traverser, what kind of world is this?

Yi Lingxiao looks like the protagonist in the X point article.

Yin Bi shook his head slowly, and felt that the world could not be understood with common sense.

At first, he felt that Brother was the protagonist, and as a result, when he jumped off the cliff, his predecessors passed on the trick. It was a scam.

Later, he met the world's No. 1 Master, and felt that such a chic life winner should always be the protagonist. As a result, the Master only entered the sword mound and did not know when he would come back.

He put the book in his arms.Through heavy tree shadows, looking at the bright moon above the nine days.

Suddenly I remembered that Senior Brother was in Cangya, looking up at the same moon.

There is a sentence called "What is the end of the world?"Yin Biyue thought of this and calmed down.

I came here to practice by myself, which is more real and longer than ever before.It doesn’t matter whether the world has a script or not, even if it still carries a halo of'villains and evil spirits', it doesn't want to be a villain anymore.

He just wanted to work hard on his sword, to become stronger, and to live a good life.I want to live up to the trust of Master and change the star track and fate.

Yin Bi laughed more and turned his head suddenly, condensing his breath.

Fighting life along the way, not only improves his fighting consciousness, but also his five senses and judgment.

It was a group of mighty people crossing the wilderness, and there was a large palace like a palace in the middle of the team.

The four powerful men of the Mahayana realm carried the shrine and shrank it into inches. Although the speed was fast, the big shrine was stable and immobile.

They came from the north, carrying the coldness on the ice sheet.The hundred miles of wilderness was dead and silent in the night.

Yin Biyue guessed the identities of these people, and soberly knew that he couldn't beat anyone who lifted his head, let alone the graceful figure in the tent.

Looking north, he faintly saw the snow peak between the clouds and mist, isolated and unattainable.

The most powerful Golden Palace in the twelfth house is above it, inheriting the foundation before the division of the magic palace.

Tongtian Xuefeng should have been as silent as a grave.

But in fact, no one knows the extravagance and prosperity of the millennium.

"The Golden Palace can satisfy everyone's illusions of the misty fairyland" even if it is only in the legend, it is enough to make people think.

The royal families of Hokuriku certainly rang for food, but the people of the northern imperial capital were also rich and happy.The entire imperial city, from palace pavilions to ordinary streets and lanes, is a glorious scene.Zhumen wine often smells bad, but it is hard to see the bones frozen by the roadside.

Eastland is another extreme. There are fairyland on the snow peak and purgatory on the wasteland.

There is extreme deprivation and extreme luxury. Some people are looting for a living, and they are not enjoying their lives.

Because the palace master on the throne is extravagant, there are also ten feet of soft red in the ice and snow.

Yin Biyue never imagined that he could meet this palace master so soon.

Even across a wilderness of more than ten miles, through the vast night and the tent on the yak, only a faint figure can be seen vaguely, it will feel extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous.

He knew that the strong man of such a realm was close to him, and the grass and trees on the wasteland could not be concealed, and it didn't make sense to do anything or not.

So at this moment he was just resting, watching the team disappear in the wilderness boundary.Thankfully they are on their way.

The right hand gripped the hilt unconsciously.

He thought he had progressed very fast, only to find that facing the world's few peerless powerhouses, it was still as low as the ants and grass.

Still not strong enough.

Yihujian whispered in the night breeze, seemed unwilling, and seemed to echo the master's heart.

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The Cangya disciples had been cruising on the northern land for many days. No traces of magic repairs were found in the towns and villages, so they diverted to Da Nang on the floating seaside.

If Moxiu wants to come from the east, he must cross the sea.Nowadays, the merchant ships traveling to and from East China have already received news from Cangya Mountain, and they have ceased operations at all.The customs inspection, which has not been used for many years, is restarted. No matter where the ship comes from, it is subject to cross-examination when entering the port and undergoes a method of detecting magic breath.

Luo Mingchuan was worried that he had been in disrepair for a long time. After coming to Da Nang, he deliberately tried to strengthen it and did not leave for a while.

Because of the fact that Mo Xiu entered the Westland, the hustle and bustle of the port was deserted a lot, and several large ships and the lighthouse standing not far away were silent in the sea breeze.

At the end of the field of vision, a thin line connecting the sea and the sky, a few white seabirds hovering low.

Suddenly a bit of black broke the silence of blue and white, dividing water and waves, and the speed was incredible.In a blink of an eye, she was close to the coast for more than ten feet, so close that she could see the figure standing on the bow.

The disciples on the shore were terrified. Such a small boat could also cross the ocean and the strong people would control it.

"No! It's a ship from the east! Quickly inform Brother Luo!"

"who?!"

The ship was still far from the port, and the person at the bow jumped up, stepping into the waves, and almost swaying in shape.

The visitor shrouded in a black cloak, revealing only a thin, pale jaw.Although there is no magic breath, the blood of a body can kill the gas, almost condensing into substance, and the people who are forced to breathe.

Five or six Cangya disciples wanted to pull out their swords, but found that under such a might, they couldn't even hold the sword handle with their fingers.

At the next moment, the white sleeve robes flew between Haitian and they suddenly let go of their hearts, their faces bright,

"Brother Luo is here!"

The visitor has reached the shore and stopped in front of Luo Mingchuan.The sea was suddenly calm and calm, as if invisible blood and blood were all dispersed.

Luo Mingchuan laughed softly.

The hood of the cloak was taken off, the sea breeze roared, and black hair and white hair were intertwined.