Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Feng Qingxiu silently squeezed her fist when she felt A Yun's soul go away.

He exhausted all his strength before he didn't let himself stand up to stop him.

The one he loves most left, silently and full of nostalgia.

Feng Qingxiu even hates why she can't make trouble unreasonably, but wants to let him go so calmly.

What about the way of heaven, what about the fate, he can not have the identity of this person, as long as he can be with him, what else is important?

But he knew that if he stopped, everything that Ayun had paid for him over the years would be ruined.

They will fall into the last cycle.

...

He buried his head in Ayun's neck, angry, sad, wronged, and helpless.

It was not until the oblique sunlight exited the edge of the window that he slowly got up and picked up a strand of Ayun's long hair.

"I promised to come back. If I wait too long, I will find the past." He kissed the long hair lightly, and then kissed the flawless face on his upper body.

The body is warm and soft, and it is the same as usual.

It just won't respond for the time being.

Only temporarily!

Feng Qingxiu helped Ayun comb his hair and dress as if taking care of the most precious treasure. Then, he put on the complicated robe and hair crown, glanced at Ayun on the bed, and closed the door.

The camellia in the courtyard was shrinking in the shadow of the sun, and seeing Feng Qingxiu coming out, she was trying to make a face of the culprit who caused the owner to leave, but she got a faint glance from the other party.

Today's Great Demon Lord does not have much interest in showing his harmlessness. The demon eyes are deep, but the coercion and horror in it can be looked directly at by a camellias without form, almost in the next second. The white camellia has shrunk into a leaf ball, almost crying.

Feng Qingxiu retracted her gaze and disappeared into the void.

The white camellia pulled its roots aggrievedly and arched out all the inscribed small stones, but he was still dared to bury it again angrily.

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In the main hall of Kun-Lai, the wife of the head, as usual, handled the official affairs of Kun-Lai according to the news reported by the elders of each peak.

In fact, there are not many things in Kun-Lai that need people to handle. The peak masters basically have their own power to deal with trivial matters, and only when they are fighting for resources will they gather together and need a leader to go out. At this time, if there is no leader present. , The peak owners are bound to fight.

After the ceremony of ascending the mountain, the resources of the peaks must be adjusted. The large number of people and the great potential of Yufeng can receive the support and cooperation of the Yunfu Dao seed, the lingering stone, the human assistant and other main peaks, and the potential is small. Yes, naturally I can only get some leftovers.

It's just that today's conference can't be full of excitement.

In the past, everyone I saw was a gentle, long-sleeved, dance-like leader (lady). Although he is a (legendary) immortal, he has never shown too much strength. Although the peak masters recognize his ability, there is something wrong. If there is nothing to do, I will ridicule equally, without pressure.

But today, the elders of the peak masters are very suspicious that it is not Feng Qingxiu sitting above, but the head of Feng Qingxiu's makeup.

How to describe today's youthful beauty?

Let’s put it this way, the usual Fengqingxiu is like the tentacles of the monkfish sauce on the sand. It is gentle and cute. They can also touch these little fish. Today's Fengqingxiu is a big weird fish with fangs exposed. , As long as one mouth, they can be sucked into the mouth. The natural sense of crisis of high-ranking monks, even the veteran combination of white narcissus is a bit unable to resist.

So much so that today's distribution is quite harmonious, each peak and each mountain dare not go too far, let alone slap the table blushing, even the sound is not too loud.

You must know that even if they were in charge, they were never in vain when they should fight.

This competition, known as the "bandit convention", was quickly passed through in harmony and stability.

Everyone quickly packed the guys and left the main hall.

Ji Mingyu was the only one who did not leave.

Her eyes are reddish and she seems to have cried. Before seeing Feng Qingxiu's appearance, she had a bad feeling in her heart, but she kept holding back and said, now that people are gone, she finally couldn't help but ask: "Daddy, let's go. Is it?"

Feng Qingxiu lowered her head for a long time before nodding slightly.

Ji Mingyu also lowered his head, tears falling down.

Feng Qingxiu glanced at her indifferently, Ayun is not there, it doesn't matter if anyone likes him, and he doesn't need others to like him.

His emotions are about to explode now, and he is not comforted, and he does not want to be comforted.

Ji Mingyu didn't need his comfort, she just raised her head, said thank you, and left.

Things in Kun-Lai ignored his mood and came one after another.

Yan Zhao came up to inform that several expatriate monks wanted to see the Lord of Kun-Lai, claiming to be from ancient Kun-Lai, hoping to get back the Dao Palace that the head had taken away from Zhongzhou last time.

In fact, the white daffodil came to report. After all, the white daffodil had contact with Dao Palace. That Dao Palace was a thing of ancient Kun-Lai. He didn’t expect that there were ancient Kun-Lai people in the world. After knowing the origin of the other party, he also Asked why they came out suddenly, where have they been hiding before? The other party just couldn't explain clearly.

The monks of unknown origin who couldn't explain it would definitely not be able to see the Lord of Kun-Lai, and Bai Narcissus refused at that time.

Unexpectedly, those monks were all in harmony, and they took out the Taoist tokens, but they were rubbings on the walls of the Taoist palace at that time. So the white narcissus took the people to the foot of the mountain, and after preparing for the meeting, they gave a report. Let Feng Qingxiu deal with it. Who knows that Feng Qingxiu just now seemed to be in a very bad mood. Bai Narcissus ran too fast at the time and forgot to say it.

Because Yan Zhao owed favors, he had to come over on behalf of Bai Narcissus and ask Feng Qingxiu whether he saw him or not.

Feng Qingxiu recalled before and after the Kun-Lai Taoist Palace. At that time, the Taoist Palace was used by the Great Emperor Daxuan, and he was trapped by the White Narcissus and others. This led to the Master and made himself right with Yuan Taoist and others. In one case, Brother Yang lost his life.

Counting the time, Luo Qingxiao should have released them and these ancient Kun-Lai people out, but I don't know why they only found it until now.

Feng Qingxiu said see you.

Yan Zhao quickly led five or six cultivators to the hall, and then ran away quickly.

Several monks all bowed and saluted: "I have seen the master of Xing Dao."

Before the outer door was ascending to the peak, although they saw it, they did not recognize him, and they always regarded Feng Qingxiu as the master of Kun-Lai.

But at this time, Feng Qingxiu bends her finger slightly, and finally is too lazy to correct it, but coldly asks, "Where is Luo Qingxiao?"

The poison that has harmed Ayun for half a lifetime has to pay some price.

"Taozi is in retreat." The headed monk's voice is low, his outline is deep, his body is dazzlingly righteous, "Daozi has been running around for us in these years, and there have been a lot of dark injuries on his body. , They can’t come with us."

"Come together, let him dare." A trace of sarcasm floated between Feng Qingxiu's eyebrows, and he tapped on the handrail with his fingertips, and said calmly, "If he comes in person, a Taoist palace, I will give it to him. "

The Gu Kunlai monk headed naturally heard the chill. He hesitated and said guiltily: "Although he doesn't know what the son has done, he has been in the Daxuan over the years, and many things are involuntary. It is also for me. Please also. There are a lot of Dao masters, let Daozi go, I am willing to pay for his sins, and I will not talk too much."

"When he did that thing, Daxuan died long ago," Feng Qingxiu was unmoved, but stopped for a while and asked, "He wanted to save you, how were you imprisoned back then?"

Seeing that his expression seemed to loosen, the leader of the monk immediately said: "Unfortunately, some traitors were bought by Yin Potian, and Dao Palace was lost. Instead, he became a cage of our class, unable to control life and death. He was sealed into the Underworld and became the Code of the Third World. The beacon of Dao, borrowed from their descendants to reincarnate, floating between Mingtu and Wangchuan, until they are rescued by Daozi, they will not have today."

"In your classics, can there be the Heavenly Demon Outland that records the original ancestor?" Feng Qingxiu suddenly thought that Kun-Lai’s founding ancestor at that time seemed to have something to do with the Heavenly Demon Outland. If he knew the beginning of the birth of the Heavenly Demon Outland, perhaps he could help. Where is Ayun?

The cultivator hesitated for a moment, and said, "There are many, but the catastrophe has already been damaged. I can wait for it, but I'm afraid it will take some time."

"Then write it silently, and then mention Dao Gong." Feng Qingxiu waved her hand and sent them to the foot of the mountain without paying attention.

He thought about the outer domain of the demon, and recalled the memory of the demon lord he swallowed that day. He clearly knew that the outer domain of the demon was actually expanding a little bit. If the whole world was compared to a body, the outer domain of the demon was in this body little by little that day. However, if we reverse the spread at that rate, the time of the birth of the Heavenly Demon Outer Domain is only a few hundred thousand years. If you count it like this, there should be a cause.

If so, maybe it can help Ayun instead of just waiting here incompetently.

Feng Qingxiu thought so.

But he was in a trance only for a while, and something came to him again.

With the contract, You Jia quickly jumped into the hall, and even the horrible breath of Feng Qingxiu could not stop him.

An Xian rushed in with a sword, and when she saw Feng Qingxiu, whose face was cold and that I was in a bad mood and wanted to hit someone, she took the long sword and smiled gently at Feng Qingxiu: "Ms. , I will take Yujia to leave."

"No!" Youjia's ten beards all strongly refused, "My ascension request has been approved by Master Bai Feng, you have no right to stop me."

"Haha, what is Toutiao Peak? You take this name to rise from Jianfeng, where do we put our Jianfeng's face?" An Xian said sternly.

"You who are fishing and robbing you only want to save face now. Boss, are you a bit late?" You Jia sneered, "Qiao Qiao has come to take care of Jianfeng, and my building also promised to run for me. Jianfeng disciples are willing to go with me. What's wrong?"

"It's not wrong, you can take a dozen, dare to take a hundred, I will cut whoever goes!" An Xian snorted coldly.

"It's okay." You Jia immediately ran to Feng Qingxiu and handed over a contract, her eyes gleaming, "Madam, sign it, I promise not to report your headlines within a year!"