Fall In Love With A Substitute

Tang Miao's back hit the ground hard. Before he could look around, he hurriedly threw out a group of gentle spiritual power, gently supporting Yu Yi, who was about to fall to the ground, to the ground.

He is a monk, and there is no problem in a collision, and Senior Sister Yu Yi can't stand the collision.

When Tang Miao finished all this, the Xuanze Leopard that fell on all fours had already turned into a black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

He looked around, and the place was extremely white. They seemed to stand in the space enclosed by white silk, with only the icy blue mist blurring out like ink.

It is hard to imagine that there would be such a clear world under the mud under the feet of No Regrets Gulan.

The three roads behind them and on both sides were blocked, and only the white silk under their feet stretched forward infinitely, as if to guide them.

Tang Miao calmed down and looked at the senior sister and said:

"Sister, here should be a chance."

The world of cultivating immortals has existed for tens of thousands of years, and chances are not mentioned everywhere, but you can often meet them, especially Tang Miao, who will always be sucked into the secret land of chance.

In this opportunity, crisis and danger coexist with rich treasures. The monks are still willing to go in and explore, but Tang Miao hesitates:

"Sister, I’m always in danger, and this time I’ve hurt you. Isn’t the road to immortal cultivation easy? If I’m alone, I’ll take it for myself. It’s just that you’re here, Sister, and we’ll wait for Sister Song to break through here. , Take us out."

Yu Yi looked around slowly, then turned around and said, "You don't have to think like this, you don't have to say that you are not involved."

Seeing Tang Miao's expression of movement, Yu Yi paused slightly. Tang Miao only thought that he was dragging him down, but he didn't know that if he hadn't connected them with a magic weapon, Xuan Zebao alone could enter. Can't do this.

Yu Yi knew that if she said two or more words lightly at this time, Tang Miao would be grateful to herself, but she was not interested in controlling people's hearts in this way, so she turned:

"It's not impossible to wait for Pianju to find the entrance to break the game." She frowned slightly, revealing the tracing beads in her hand, "but I can't feel her breath."

The Finder Orb is also a small magical artifact created by the Sky Spirit. If you drop blood on the beads and pour spiritual power into the beads, you can sense the breath of the Lord of Blood, and you can find it across time and space. Easy to use.

How can you not find it? Tang Miao lost his voice: "Could it be Senior Sister Song..." Has she fallen?

Yu Yi shook her head lightly, and said confidently:

"Of course she won't."

Yu Yi looked at the lonely white road ahead, pressing on the bottom of his eyes and was bound to win:

"This place is at work, she isolates us from the small state of knowledge."

Suddenly, Tang Miao, in this way, the original master's cultivation base here must be above the robbery, waiting for Senior Sister Song here, I am afraid that he can't wait.

Without waiting for Tang Miao to make up his mind, Yu Yi took the lead and moved forward.

"It's a pity not to explore the chance of sending it to your hand. I have a magic weapon in my body. Don't worry."

Tang Miao was taken aback, looking at the back of the senior sister, suddenly remembering that the senior sister was once a talented arrogant talent before she hurt her roots.

She has seen and visited more dangerous places than herself.

If you don't change your character or your loneliness, you will still be a monk.

Facing the opportunity, how can the monk retreat for no reason, it is himself, and he will not give up every time, looking for the fairy path at the moment of life and death?

Tang Miao felt his blood boil again.

He clenched his sword, hurried to catch up, and said loudly:

"Sister, wait for me."

Knowing the connection between the tiny realm and the outside world, each monk was "vomited" by the secret realm channel.

When Zhu Jindan was thrown on the ground, he couldn't stand still, his figure was extremely embarrassed, and he was often injured. The elders who were guarding outside immediately couldn't sit still, and got up and asked what happened to their children.

"Senior Sister Yu Yi and another male disciple were involved in the secret realm, and we were repelled by the secret realm. I don't know why."

"There is a bluegrass in the secret realm that is very enchanting, and its companion monster-it is really strange to think about it now, knowing where there will be a century-old elixir in the small realm? If it is a chance, it makes sense."

"It's a pity that the opportunity didn't fall on me again-Senior Sister Song is really brave!"

Lingyunzong's children and elders spoke in seven words, and the words were mostly embarrassing and envy of the fellow sect who was involved in the chance, and also the battle of the six transcendent gods with the strength of Senior Sister Song.

As for other sects teaming up against Lingyun Sect, everyone is not very concerned. This is commonplace in the cultivation world. For the sake of benefit, not to mention the grievances within the sect, it is commonplace. It depends on who’s right. The fist is harder.

The disciple on the other side is not as relaxed as they are:

"Elder Qi, Song of Lingyun Sect...that puppet..."

"What's wrong?" Elder Qi of Xuanyu Sect said urgently, "Where is the elder? Why haven't you seen any of them?"

Don't say that the elders of Xuanyu Sect, not even the elders of other sects have seen one, and all the disciples came out.

The disciple was shaking his lips, before he could say a word that was formed. Behind them, the calm entrance once again swept through, with a faint sound of thunder and thick clouds rolling.

The moment when the muffled sound of thunder exploded--

Song Pianzhen appeared in the clouds and the white light of thunder circled behind her, her long black hair flying, her red dress burning eyes like blood, and a person in her hands.

She was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, she flashed from the entrance to the crowd.

Almost as soon as Song Pianqi approached, a squeaky smell of fishy sweetness hit everyone's face, so thick that it made people dizzy and swollen.

It was blood, and the elder Xuanyuzong throbbed his heart. How many people were killed!

At this time, he didn't need to say anything from the disciple, he knew why his parents had disappeared, and he went to see the male Xiu in Song Pianzhen's hand.

The monk's neck was hanging weakly, his face was invisible, and his limbs were slumped weakly. Only the collar was picked up by Song Pianju's short knife, like a piece of dead meat hanging from the knife.

That short knife is so familiar, it seems to be the elder's destiny magic weapon... Elder Xuanyuzong's heart trembled so much, he swallowed his saliva, and he had to use his spiritual sense to see who the male cultivator was.

Without waiting for him to carefully release his divine consciousness, Song Pian shook his hand and threw the male Xiu onto the open space in front of him.

The male repairer rolled half a circle and lay on his back on the ground, revealing that face. Everyone looked at--

It was Hang Yunhe of Lingyun Sect!

This is how the same thing?

Even though because of his special physique, Tang Miao has always used the worst results to speculate on various opportunities such as the secret realm, but he never expected that this opportunity would be left by the magic repair or inherited.

Not to mention the test of being respectable and decent, but only to say that this pure and light white space and blue fog, how can you look at the cave house left by the icy and jade female sister?

Also, in front of him and the senior sister, the soul-looking female cultivator was half-looking and enchanting, and her face was a little round, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, which looked like a magic cultivator.

Tang Miao felt weird and didn't say a word for a while.

Yu Yi never said anything.

The soul that claims to be a female demon is floating in the air relying on a lamp-shaped magic weapon. The Xuanze Leopard, who had disappeared for a long time, licked her paw at her feet, and the soul asked again:

"If the kitten is only sent in by one person, there is no need to choose. However, if the two come in together, there is only one copy of my heritage. Who of you will accept it, you have to discuss it clearly."

The tone of the soul is quite confident, high above, and all the cultivators' weaknesses—the desire for inheritance techniques are determined.

A strange expectation loomed on her face, as if she wanted to see these two fellow daoists fought in front of her, and even killed each other.

But unfortunately, it was Tang Miao she met.

After accepting that there was a magic repair in Tianzong's own secret realm, Tang Miao calmed down, arched his hands, and cautiously said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister and I don't need this inheritance."

The soul floated straighter suddenly: "What?"

"My mother was victimized by demon cultivator. I will only enter the path of immortality in this life, and never enter the path of demon." Tang Miao categorically said, "As for my senior sister, she is in a disaster and can no longer practice the exercises, let alone stray cultivation. Fall into the magic way."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi, who had been silent for a long time, moved her fingers.

Holding the lamp, the soul flew around them.

"Today my inheritance must be given to someone, not you, or her."

The soul chuckled twice, and his eyes were slightly bright, which made it easy to look at Yu Yi:

"My practice is just right, no meridians are needed."

Even without meridians, it is better.

Originally, she only took a look at Tang Miao, and didn't look at the female sister beside him more, but at this time, Fang realized the beauty.

After so many years, very few people know that the Queen Manzhi, who was frightened by the two ways of righteousness and evil, was once a single spiritual root genius of the righteous sect. Once he was taken away from the spiritual root and destroyed the meridian, he escaped to the demon realm. To save his life.

She accidentally got the inheritance of a goddess cultivator, and relied on the inheritance, and then created her own exercises, and became the famous demon queen.

Manzhi looked at the girl in front of him as if he saw himself.

Shan Linggen, the meridians were destroyed, and she could even feel the desire to dormant in the girl's body around the corner.

She is far from being as harmless as the surface.

Manzhi immediately put the man he had fancy behind and asked the girl:

"It's uncomfortable to lose power, isn't it? Do you want my inheritance?"

Tang Miao was dizzy by this change, he looked around, and finally called:

"Senior Sister?"

Yu Yi replied softly, letting Tang Miao not worry, then looked at Soul and asked:

"You pass it on to me, what am I going to do for you?"

"It's also simple. You take me out and become a mighty power in the future, just to reshape my body."

"Deed to the world?" Yu Yi said.

The deed of heaven and earth is to sue the agreement to heaven. If the agreement is violated, he will be punished by heaven and earth mines.

Man Zhi squinted his eyes: "Yes."

This matter was finalized in a few words. Before Tang Miao could react, her senior sister had to change to the Demon Way.

He opened his mouth and finally found a chance to interrupt before the senior sister concluded the contract:

"Senior Sister, even if no one else said anything, can you discuss it with Sister Song?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Senior Sister Yu Yi turning her head to look at herself, her eyes fixed for a while.

Immediately, he heard the senior sister speak to himself in such a soft voice for the first time:

"Thank you for reminding."

"what?"

Yu Yi no longer looked at him, and instead said to Soul:

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Ok?"

Yu Yi pointed to Tang Miao:

"Help me seal up his memory."

Three days.

Song Pianzhen stayed outside Zhiwei for three days.

The secret realm is indestructible. It repels human beings and self-encloses it. The monks have no choice but to use it. Song Pianzhen has no way to break into the secret realm.

She can only know that Yu Yi has no worries about her life from the fact that she has not yet died.

Then wait for her here.

Song Pian closed his eyes, keeping his breathing slow and even, and then thought carefully about the clues that were looming and deeply buried in it.

Yu Yi entered the secret realm with Tang Miao, and Tang Miao was a variable.

She previously speculated that Tang Miao should play a certain role in her mission, but now it seems that this role has begun to take shape.

Eight-nine-nine-ten, Yu Yi entered another void because of Tang Miao.

The blessing comes to the place of misfortune, and the trouble comes to the place of blessing.

Moreover, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Sense put logic in Song Pianju's mind flatly and straightforwardly. She should believe her own judgment. The facts have proved that she almost made no mistakes. She has always been confident and she should stick to it.

But another kind of hotter thought was swaying her calm mind, the surging wave slapped against the unmoving reef, rolling out the clamoring white waves.

Yu Yi, Yu Yi, Yu Yi.

As if calling to cross the boundaries of the world, another voice came from the other side of the world, echoing the inexhaustible wild waves from a distance——

Song Pianzhen opened his eyes if he felt something.

Yu Yi walked out of the pure white mist, she stretched out her hand to brush the mist aside in front of her.

She saw herself, her eyes lit up, and she walked quickly.

Song Pianzhen is faster than her.

She moved Yu Yi into her arms.

The soft body and warm body temperature reminded Song Pianzhen that there was Yu Yi in her arms, and Yu Yi returned to her.

"Pina, I'm back."

Yu Yi put her chin on Song Pian's shoulders, naturally and accustomed to it, her eyes bend, and her voice looks like a baby:

"You hold me too tight."

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Manzhi: Do you desire power?