I tried to kill the heroines of luck, but they came after me

"Little brother, I want to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect, please show me the nearest city."

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"Bring a batch of high-quality fabrics to dress my granddaughter beautifully."

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"Yaoyao, let's change to another restaurant. The taste of this restaurant is not very good. I have lived a hard life for too long. I want to eat something that I didn't dare to think about before."

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"Little brother, I want to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect, please help me take a look at the nearest city."

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"Bring out your signature dishes here."

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"Hurry up, I'm going to the Demon Sect, take a look at the nearest city, don't delay my business."

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"finally reached…"

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Heavenly Demon Sect.

No false peaks.

Elegant and ethereal.

Spiritual energy is like silver like rivers, mountains, rivers and stars, flowing silently for thousands of years.

The moonlight fell into the well, and the morning light filled the sky.

The first ray of scorching air swayed on Wuwang Peak, and the dewdrops that had condensed from the spiritual grass on the peak all night disappeared.

The hard-earned savings are easily squeezed dry, alas, this is the fate of grass.

The two of them volleyed with swords, sitting cross-legged and occasionally cast their eyes to examine the crowd below.

Five years and one day.

Today happened to be the famous Immortal Ascension Conference of the Demon Sect.

Those who have conditions in the family thousands of miles away all bring their children to try their luck.

One person attains the Tao and ascends to heaven.

Wuwang Peak, the opportunity for this group of mortals to step through the Wuwang Gate of life and death, is also the place where dreams are shattered.

Countless teenagers and girls stood bitterly and stupidly.

The two elders of the outer sect did not say a word, and had no intention of presiding over the opening of the conference at all.

No one is willing to leave, and for the time being, no one is willing to be the first bird to interrogate, fearing that five years of hard work will go to waste if they say "impatient, unqualified".

A discordant voice broke the silence.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Sect? So it's so grand, no wonder those people along the way..."

The old man in brocade clothes leaned on a cane, and brought his granddaughter in fox fur forward.

Hearing the sound, an elder from the outer sect opened his eyes and looked at Liu Xiyao: "The qualifications are generally barely enough to get started, but they are not qualified. One is not punctual, and the other is not clear about the situation. I can take your granddaughter back."

He took it for granted that the two were the ones who came to participate in the assessment.

The old cripple's face with bruises and fist marks remained a little restrained, and he held the token in his hand: "Look at this?"

That is his invincible magic weapon.

He carefully observed the changes in the expressions of the two elders, so as to weigh the upper limit of the token.

The two elders noticed a spiritual riot caused by a trace of spiritual things.

Cast a surprised look: "Where did you come from?"

One of the elders' face changed, and he made a move.

The old lame man sensed a huge suction force, he clenched it tightly and refused to let the token leave his hand, which was still no match for the means of a cultivator.

"what?"

The elder of the outer door was surprised, and turned to ask another person.

"Gu Qinchuan, are you in the sect? I've been seeing her running outside recently, and I don't know what she's busy with. Lao Peng, send a message."

Lao Peng's face darkened: "You don't know how to transmit sound? You are quite old and don't have your own sound transmission spirit stone?"

The elder who was holding the token smiled awkwardly: "My... I don't have her voice transmission ability, so I can't get through."

"Don't look, I don't have it either. I don't want to and dare not want it. I reckon that apart from the suzerain, only the Son of God has it."

It does not mean that the status of elders must be higher than that of disciples.

An elder of the outer sect like him is at best a fringe figure in the upper echelon, with his potential exhausted and barely stepping into the realm of good fortune.

Gu Qici broke the army at a young age, and even tried to dig into the walls of the Shushan Holy Land several times. His future was limitless, and he almost set the position of deputy suzerain by default.

On the surface, the identities of the two parties are roughly equal.

The actual difference...

Two elders, you look at me, and I look at you.

"give it to me."

A cold female voice resolved their embarrassment.

The long golden hair is naturally scattered on the shoulders, and is gently tied with a pink ribbon.

Eyebrows are like cold smoke, eyes are like cold stars, and there is a bit of extinct silence deeply hidden.

"Benefactor! Benefactor! Do you remember me?"

The old lame man called out quickly.

Gu Qici frowned, and thought for a long time: "I don't remember, who are you? I just remember that the token was given by the senior brother. He said he was giving me a meal. Come with me."

Seeing that the matter has been resolved, the elder holding the token smiled apologetically: "It is still necessary to maintain the Immortal Ascension Conference here... Gu Qin passed it on?"

The elder threw out the token, and the implication was obvious: If you have any grievances, go to one side to resolve them.

Gu Qici nodded.

When the token was about to fall into her hands, Gu Qici's face turned slightly cold.

With a light swipe of the fingering sword, the personal token was split into two, and flew out faster than when it came.

"Ding, ding." Two crisp sounds.

It fell at the feet of the elders of the outer door.

The old cripple felt that his life had been chopped off.

"What's the meaning of Gu Qin passing you this message?"

The face of the elders of the outer sect changed, and the most difficult person to talk about in the Tianmo Sect was not the Holy Son of Huangquan, nor the Great Elder, nor the suzerain.

It was the girl with the ice cube face in front of her.

The most distressing question for the Heavenly Demon Sect: Why is she angry?She is angry again?Is she sick?

Could it be that the force of his throwing angered her?

But it doesn't matter, the sect has already worked out a set of countermeasures, and the elders of the outer sect opened their mouths: "Gu Qinchuan, as the future Taoist companion of the Holy Son, please restrain your temper."

The expression on Gu Qici's face instantly turned cloudy from the sleet: "Yes, but this token has caused too much worldly karma and is too dirty."

She turned away.

"Gu Qinchuan, you don't want your identity token anymore?"

"My things only belong to me. If they are touched by outsiders, they will be destroyed. I have no intention of taking them back when they are sent out."

The two outer sect elders looked happy and stretched out their hands.

The old cripple who was about to retrieve the token was caught in the air.

"Send it."

"It did."

The smiles on the faces of the two of them could no longer live.

"Shen Yuetie of the fifth rank, uncut jade of the sixth rank! Lao Peng, why are we one and a half!"

"Your piece looks bigger than mine, why don't you change it?"

"Mine is bigger than yours, want to change? There is no door!"

Lao Peng rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

There were two thunderclaps.

The two elders were blown to shame when they couldn't defend themselves.

A large amount of spiritual power was used to resist the impact, and it was difficult to control the balance of the flying sword under him. In addition, the flying range itself was not high, and the two fell one after the other.

The buttocks are facing the sky and the sand is falling into the wild goose.

Chapter 42 It's hard to tell whether it's good or evil

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!"

The sun outside the window was just right, but the room was unexpectedly slightly cold.

Although she and Nuannuan are close at hand, Liu Xiyao dare not reach out to touch her, a roll of paper curtains covers all her thoughts.

Liu Xiang liked this kind of day, when he had nothing to do, he moved the reclining chair, and the sun shone on his body.

Recently, the smell of decay on his body has become a bit strong.

That's the only way to dispel some.

In other words, let go of a tense string, and lose the obsession in your heart that you must live.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

He actually understood that his life was not close to the end.

"Father?"

He is too lazy to move, and there are not a few people who have fawned on him recently.

"Master Liu?"

Today happened to be ten days after the Immortal Ascension Conference.

It has long been rumored that an old man who knew his own disciple was forced to work as a handyman.

A middle-aged man with a big belly was not annoyed when he saw this, and complimented him with a cup of steaming ginseng tea.

"Mr. Liu, this is a [-]-year-old ginseng tea that I respect for you. Although it is not advanced, it can prolong life and strengthen the body."

Longevity...

Ho!

Liu Xiang opened his eyes instantly, straightened up, stretched out his withered hand to snatch the ginseng tea, and drank it like a hungry ghost that had not been reincarnated.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed twice.

It is rare to be able to choke on hot tea.

I don't know if it's an illusion or the ginseng tea really started to work.

Liu Xiang felt that his body regained some strength.