Immortal Voices

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The epiphyllum was filled with evil spirits, and before Feng Chu and the others noticed it, a faint figure appeared on the epiphyllum.

That is a very beautiful woman, she is as quiet as an epiphyllum, pure and white. The moonlight is like a ray of light and the cool breeze is like water. When it shines on the night-blooming cereus, the light and delicate figure is also charming, graceful and graceful.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes and looked at the woman, and the woman also looked up at Rong Xian. When the two looked at each other, the woman first showed an ethereal smile.

She opened her mouth, but her voice did not come out from the barrier: "Mother Goddess."

Rong Xian raised her eyebrows, looked across her face, and smiled: "It's very beautiful, I like it very much. But you need to be more obedient, so that I will like you longer."

The tone of her voice also carries an indescribable charm, making the listener unable to help but listen attentively, and then their thoughts follow her words.

"Wuxia." She paused and read out the name.

The beauty of Epiphyllum makes people's hearts tremble, and every move has a silent charm, as if every petal of her petals can stir your heartstrings.

She responded respectfully: "Thank you Mother God for giving me your name."

"Rong Xian, do you trust us now?" Feng Chu asked tremblingly, fearing that Rong Xian, who was suspected of being seriously ill, would be killed if he was not careful.

She did not find anything wrong with the Epiphyllum in Rong Xian's hand, nor did she hear the conversation between Rong Xian and the Flower Demon.

Rong Xian teased the petals of Epiphyllum, and took time to admire Xia Fengchu's anxious expression, and couldn't help but laugh. She smiled so openly and wantonly that the brilliant brilliance eclipsed the epiphyllum in her hand.

Immediately, she put away her smile and asked seriously: "Do you think I believe it?"

Feng Chu rolled his eyes, and his inexplicable nervousness was wiped away by this sentence.

Judging from Rong Xian's attitude, this person probably trusts them.

"That's why I'm so kind-hearted that I want you to follow me and help you grow up safely." Rong Xian complained lightly with a smile on her lips.

Feng Chu looked at her suspiciously: "Why do I think you are having a great time?"

"No way!" Rong Xian said righteously, "I was too busy to save you who were in many crises at that time, so I was happy."

Wei Qing whispered to Leng Shuying: "Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Leng Shuying's expression was a little stiff, of course something was wrong. Rong Xian's words meant that she was happy, but she was just too busy to be happy.

It depends on when Feng Chu reacts.

But thinking about it, Rong Xian would not give her a chance.

Rong Xian sighed softly, with a sadness covering her brows: "Sister Chu, you misunderstood me, which makes me sad."

Feng Chu coughed lightly and said a little at a loss: "I didn't mean it. Well, I'm very grateful for your protection along the way."

She said solemnly: "If you need me in the future, I will fight to the death. I will also work hard to be strong and protect you."

Leng Shuying and Wei Qing looked at each other, and they were fooled again.

A trace of interest flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, but she raised the corners of her mouth with gratitude and said softly, "Then I will thank Sister Chu in advance."

Feng Chu put his hands behind his back and said with a slight blush on his ears: "No, you're welcome."

Leng Shuying: This girl still hasn’t come to her senses. Rong Xian might be older than her.

The difference in cultivation level is more than a big level, which has been accumulated over endless years.

What's more, Rong Xian still holds the seal of the deputy owner of Fengbo Tower. At least in the thousands of years he has been in Fengbo Tower, he has never heard of the upper floor of Fengbo Tower being changed.

Either Fengbo Tower hid the secret from the subordinates, or the upper management has not changed from beginning to end, it has always been the same person.

The possibility of the former is slim. The owner and deputy owner are in charge of tasks and can communicate with the killers. As the number one killer in the building, he has not received any news, so the first possibility of side reaction can be ruled out.

The conclusion is that Rong Xian has probably always been the deputy landlord of Fengbo Tower.

Well, the more I know, the more unfathomable Rong Xian feels.

At this time, a woman wearing a skirt came to the three of them, leaned down and said, "Fellow Taoists, my master has invited you."

Feng Chu subconsciously stood in front of Rong Xian in a protective manner, questioning: "Who is your master, and what do you want from us?"

The woman behaved politely and said solemnly: "My master is the lord of Chaohua City. Chaohua City was moved to the demon world by someone with great supernatural power. Two days later, the demon clan attacked the city. The lord summoned the strong men in the city to discuss how to make a decision at this time. "

Rong Xian held the epiphyllum in her hands, and there was a charm in her eyes: "Oh? It's the lord of Chaohua City, let's go too. Everyone is now a grasshopper tied to the same rope, trying hard to jump, cough, , we need to work hard to discuss how to leave the demon world alive."

The three of them followed the woman to the City Lord's Mansion, and met many monks who were also invited to the City Lord's Mansion along the way.

In the outside world, Rong Xian, the incarnation of the French Open, walked slowly step by step, but every step was a thousand miles away.

Coupled with the fact that she increased her speed from time to time, she covered most of the entire demon world in one day and one night.

Along the way, the closer we get to the territory of the powerful big demon, the fewer little demons are around, and the thick demonic energy is spreading unscrupulously.

Rong Xian stood in front of the rough demon king's palace, surrounded by demon soldiers guarding him in an orderly manner, which was a bit more rough and intimidating than the human race.

"Is it just the respect of the weak?" Rong Xian stretched out her hand, and a beautiful fan appeared in her hand.

She fanned herself with a fan and lamented: "This place is too hot. Is the law of the demon world the incarnation of the Golden Crow?"

After she fanned herself again, she realized that it was still hot. She was annoyed and tried a little harder, but the sharp wind picked up the sand and stone and blinded the eyes of many little demons.

In their panic, the palace of Wolf King Chai Jun was swept up into the sky by a tornado.

Little demons: “…”

Rong Xian held the fan's hand for a moment and said thankfully: "Fortunately, I put on a protective shield in time so I wasn't blinded by the sand and stones."

She looked sideways at the empty Demon King's Palace and said with an innocent face: "Suddenly a demonic wind came and swept up the Demon King's Palace into the sky."

She pretended to regret: "This is because the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple."

Suddenly, she paused and looked into the distance: "The other demon kings from the demon clan are coming. They are coming so fast. Are you really worried about something happening or do you want to get a share of the pie?"

She laughed softly a few times, flicked her long sleeves, and invisible power fluctuations enveloped all the footsteps she had taken. She lightly ran over them, and all traces of the past and present disappeared.

After doing all this lightly, she turned around and took a step. The moment her footsteps landed, she had left the Wolf King's territory without leaving a trace.

Just after she left, a demon king wearing a gorgeous brocade dress embroidered with complicated floral patterns looked around thoughtfully.

Strangely enough, no clues were left behind.

She raised her hand, and with the Wolf King's palace as the boundary, green vines sprouted from the ground. Then, beautiful flowers bloomed on the vines.

A breeze blew by, and the fragrance of the flowers filled my nostrils. The Demon King turned his head slightly and listened to the slight trembling of the petals of the flowers on the ground.

Um? Still no trace exists?

The demon king's expression condensed, and his eyes were very solemn.

"Have you found anything, Mr. Hua?" A young man in an exquisite feather coat came next.

Seeing her actions, his eyes flashed and he asked pretending to be curious.

With a deep dark look in his eyes, he looked at the mess in the Wolf King's palace, and wondered in his mind whether Mr. Hua had gotten any news?

She can use the seeds buried in the ground to see everything that has happened on the earth.