Nine Heavens

"Emperor of the Demon Kingdom, you are talking, why are you just looking at me, don't I mean it?"

Pa'er was a little puzzled by Liu Qianlang's gaze, and asked in the tone of Mr. Wenyang.

"Hehe, the pear flower god is the most picky among the nine pistil gods after the underworld god, and Pa'er's character is the proof."

Liu Qianlang has been carefully examining the ten wives, not for anything else, and is confirming some words to himself after confirming the Demon God one by one.

"you?"

When Pa'er heard this, she suddenly blushed and didn't speak for a long time.

However, after her expression recovered, she looked at Yun Qianmeng and said:

"Dream God Hua'er is not picky, but she is very cold and arrogant, so she still ignores you!"

"Well, that's not bad, when I was the emperor of the Demon Kingdom, Qianmeng was the most difficult person to see a smile.

However, that was in the past, Meng'er is also affectionate and gentle today, unlike you, who is still the domineering leader of Wenyang. "

When Liu Qianlang heard that Pa'er mentioned Yun Qianmeng, he naturally looked at Yun'er, the divine wife with a graceful face, deliberately teasing Pa'er.

"snort!"

"Sister Meng'er is good, look at her, don't talk to me!"

Pa'er said angrily.

Such a conversation between husband and wife, when Song Zhen and Yaya saw it, they couldn't stay any longer, so they both found an excuse and left one after another.

Hearing Pa'er's words, Liu Qianlang nodded slightly, then shook her head slightly, and her thoughts spontaneously went back to the past:

...

Lou Qianlang raised his head and glanced out of the window of the Fengke Bieyuan, seeing a round of full moon, which was pouring into a faint halo, soft and beautiful.

Fang Tianyingfang, because she was too tired, still fell asleep, her long eyelashes frowning occasionally.

Liu Qianlang looked at Fang Tianyingfang for a while, felt indescribably grateful, then gently carried her to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and shot out of the window.

For some reason, Liu Qianlang suddenly felt a little depressed and wanted to go out to get some fresh air.

Looking around for a while, the night is very quiet, this Fengke Bieyuan is far away from Juxian Palace, so it looks more quiet and serene.

Liu Qianlang drove the ghost boat, turned into a thread of traces and circled the Fengke Bieyuan a few times, and arranged several protective barriers to ensure the safety of Fang Tianyingfang, and then shot straight into the void .

Looking around at the dim ridge of the Twelve Shocking Heaven Peaks under the moonlight, Liu Qianlang activated the white light diamond, and chose a cliff in the west that was far away from the Juxian Temple on Tai Cang Peak and flew away.

When he couldn't feel any monk's information, he suddenly took up the soul-calling sword, and shuttled through the peaks and clouds with infinite pleasure. It is proud.

Liu Qianlang flew divinely all the way on Calling Soul, reveling in the tranquility of the moonlit night, in his mind, he had long been connected with the Sword Calling Soul.

Liu Qianlang still remembered how tormented and painful the days without him were after throwing it off the cliff that day.

The passing of Shui'er is his own ruthlessness, how can he impose his sin on it.

Suddenly thinking of Shui'er, Liu Qianlang's joyful mood was overwhelmed with a layer of melancholy, and suddenly stopped on a cloud, with his head held high and the clouds flowing in the sky, his eyes were inexplicably wet.

Liu Qianlang slowly took out from his bosom a section of pure white coral that Shui'ertuo Yaya brought to him, and it glowed softly under the clear moonlight.

This is Shui'er's favorite thing. The pure white coral has already been rubbed so smooth that the whole body is crystal clear, just like a section of white jade.

"I am your person, and my heart is your heart. In the next reincarnation, Shui'er hopes to meet you!"

Liu Qianlang talked to herself what Shui'er had said. While talking to himself, while examining the white coral, the scene of being with Shui'er in the past is vivid in my memory.

Will there really be a next reincarnation? Even if there is, can you touch the water again? Liu Qianlang looked up at the vast universe, the myriad of magical stars, Liu Qianlang asked himself.

Liu Qianlang was secretly sad, when he suddenly felt under his feet that in the cliff valley where he was planning to fly to, clusters of emerald green light burst out from time to time, like circles of ripples, swaying towards the dark night sky.

Huh, what is that? Liu Qianlang stared at it for a while, guessing, could it be some rare treasure in the fairy world?

While guessing, he flew towards Yin Hong's soul-calling sword.

Looking closer, it turned out to be a whirling silvery figure waving an emerald green sword under the cliff waterfall on the bank of the cold pool.

The emerald green halo that I saw just now was emitted by this sword.

Liu Qianlang didn't dare to do anything wrong, and immediately turned into a sliver of cloud, hidden in the ghost boat, and the ghost boat was slowly hidden in the mist behind the waterfall like a faint trace of cloud.

Through the layers of mist, what Liu Qianlang saw was an extremely cold and pale face, cold and holy.

Under the moon-like eyebrows, a pair of bright black eyes gleamed with infinite resentment and sorrow.

Under the slightly high bridge of the nose, there are red lips that never put on makeup, containing exquisite white teeth.

It is more beautiful than sunken fish, better than falling geese, better than shameful flowers, more tolerant than closed moon, and even more beautiful than the lotus in the pavilion, the icy beauty of the winter plum proud of the wind and snow.

The whole body is full of spiritual energy, which is obviously the strength of the late foundation establishment stage.

The emerald long sword fluttering frequently in his hand is exactly the sword called Tears and Blood that he gained his way during the Juying Conference to freely provoke and fight for heroes.

Cold sword tears blood, indifference and arrogance, Liu Qianlang looked at one person and one sword, and felt an indescribable sadness, this kind of sadness and beauty made people look up and feel sad.

Under the moonlight, those bright black eyes seemed to contain only the sword of tears and blood, staring at each move, and staring down at the verdant tear stain on the root of the sword without moving for a moment.

Looking at the traces of tears, the pale face also slid down the tears.

No one knows why the tears shed, and for whom.

Tears are dripping, swords and flowers are dancing, what is dancing is martial arts, what is persistent is sadness!

Yun Qianmeng stared at her own projection in the teardrops with tears in her eyes, and suddenly burst into a miserable laugh.

Then he suddenly released all the spiritual power in his body and accelerated the speed of swinging the sword.

Lightning swayed into a ball of emerald light, and for a while, above and below the waterfall, inside and outside the cold pool, this strange ball of emerald light kept dancing.

It was her, Liu Qianlang was excited when he saw Yun Qianmeng.

Not good, Liu Qianlang suddenly felt that Yun Qianmeng had fallen into a demon, and he didn't care much about it, so he chased after the emerald light group in an instant, and at the same time, he used the art of shrinking the pulse, and quickly locked on to Yun Qianmeng.

Then he forcibly stopped her pulse, but unfortunately it was still a step too late, I saw her tear-stained, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, her beautiful face was full of pain, it was obvious that she had entered into a demon, and her meridians were reversed.

Liu Qianlang didn't have time to figure out why Yun Qianmeng was so sad, and immediately took the two of them face to face and sat cross-legged in meditation, raised Yun Qianmeng's jade palm, and poured a lot of real power into her, protecting her heart , to control the reversal of the heart pulse.

At the same time, it took a full two hours to correct the correct direction of spiritual power, and Yun Qianmeng's pale face gradually turned a little bloody.

In the haze, Yun Qianmeng felt a warmth in his body, opened his eyes slightly, and was facing Liu Qianlang in front of him.

Thinking that she was dead, not only did Yun Qianmeng Bingao's face show no disappointment, but a rare smile appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth curved into an indescribably beautiful arc.

Liu Qianlang looked at the face of Qingcheng and Qingguo, as if intoxicated, unexpectedly, Yun Qianmeng smiled so charmingly.

"Qianlang, is that you?"

Yun Qianmeng shouted dreamily.

"It's me, Junior Sister Yun!"

Liu Qianlang responded.

There was a burst of excitement on Yun Qianmeng's face, she got up slowly, walked in front of Liu Qianlang, looked at Liu Qianlang carefully, and said as if chanting to herself:

"I finally met you, you know? I like you very much, but you are always so far away from me. Even if I stand close to you and look at you, it seems that there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and I can't touch you." exist."

Hearing this, Liu Qianlang couldn't help being a little surprised and a little embarrassed, it turned out that Yun Qianmeng also liked her.

Unable to be moved, he raised his head to examine those pitch-black eyes, and at the same time slowly stood up, and the two stared at each other for a long time.

Under the light of the moon, in a hazy state of mind, two cherished hearts cuddled up to each other, and their hot lips gently kissed each other.

Suddenly a spray of a waterfall hit Yun Qianmeng's back, his consciousness became clearer, he slowly raised his head, blushing and said:

"It's alright this time, you're dead, I'm dead too, we're finally together!"

"oh!"

Hearing this, Liu Qianlang was shocked all over, suddenly woke up, took a step back and said:

"Junior Sister Yun, you are not confused anymore. Why did I die, and you died too. I am fine, but you are not dead. Just now you went mad, I saved you!"

When Liu Qianlang heard Yun Qianmeng's words, she couldn't laugh or cry for a while. It turned out that she thought she was dead, and what she saw was also a phantom of death.

What, he didn't die, Yun Qianmeng suddenly stared at Liu Qianlang in a daze, looking around at the cliff, the waterfall, and the deep cold pool under the cliff.

The tears and blood sword beside the cold pool was shining with a green halo, then he bit his tongue secretly, it hurt a lot, and then saw the shadows of himself and Liu Qianlang under his feet, convinced that he was really not dead.

Therefore, Yun Qianmeng slowly recalled the situation when he thought Liu Qianlang was dead, was disheartened, his meridians were retrograde, and he practiced the Nine Heavens Excalibur.

When he was possessed by the demon, he did feel that someone forcibly controlled him, and then he lost consciousness. It turned out that this person turned out to be Lou Qianlang!

"So it was you, you didn't..."

Knowing that she did not die, Yun Qianmeng asked in surprise.

"Of course, I was only injured a little bit. After lying down for two days, I was fine. I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to get some fresh air, but I ran into you."

Liu Qianlang explained.

Staring at Liu Qianlang's stern face, remembering what she said to him just now, and the intimate actions, Yun Qianmeng's face burned.

Picking up the Tears and Blood Sword quickly, Yun Qianmeng glanced back at Liu Qianlang, and flew away with Yujian as if fleeing.

Liu Qianlang watched Yun Qianmeng disappear into the moonlight, recalled the scene just now, and secretly thought that he was so confused that he did something frivolous about Yun Qianmeng.

Although I admired her very much and couldn't wish for her, but this happened when the other party was unconscious, it really made me feel ashamed, and my face was full of regret.

After Yun Qianmeng left, Liu Qianlang looked at the sky, there was still some time before dawn, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

Instead, Yuqi summoned the Soul Sword and shuttled around the cliff waterfall for a while, and found that this place is really a good place for cultivation, the waterfall is cold pool, surrounded by green hills on all sides, the cold pool is surrounded by bamboos and trees, exotic flowers and fairy grass, fragrant fragrance , full of aura.

Secretly admired Yun Qianmeng's unworldliness, unexpectedly chose such an elegant place to rest and practice...