Chapter 272: Shengxianmen

Clouds and smoke, Huanlou Yuyu, carved beams and paintings.
In the distance, the cranes flapped their wings, and the green scorpion returned to the Xiang, and it seemed to be a peaceful and peaceful place. Xiaguang Wandao, Ruiqi rose.
However, the person sitting on the throne of the main hall sighed for a long time.
"Ugh!"
This is a neat sound, the fairy who sat on both sides of the main hall followed.
The person sitting on the top of the throne is so beautiful, the whole body is surrounded by a faint purple cloud, and the crown is wide and sleeved. It’s just that the brow is locked at this moment, the hand is touching the knee, and I can’t help but sigh.
He sighed and found that the echo of the sigh of the fairy palace was a little loud, and when he looked up, he found that the two sides were sighing and sighing.
"Are you coming here and sighing and showing it to me?"
All the faces are opposite:
"This... obviously is the head you brought with Xianjun! We just add it."
Xianjun’s headache is holding his head:
I want you to pay attention and make suggestions! Do you have nothing to do except to fill the Imperial Palace and make it look empty?

"Cough."
The old man standing on the left side of the main hall stood a white-haired white-bearded old man. The celestial beings immediately showed a grateful color: someone came out to the top of the tank.
"Please don't worry about Xianjun. The current situation may not be good for us."
"Nonsense!"
The immortal angered the throne of the throne, and Huo Ran stood up: "This retrospective time, the conspiracy of Nan Xian Tian Zun's side has emerged! This is not the case, everything in the world has come again, it did not succeed. The conspiracy is now alive! If they kill Yang Zongzhu, what should I do?"
All the people quickly urged:
"Xianjun is angry!"
"Yeah, Bei Xuan Tian Zun will definitely find a way!"
"I didn't use it when I was anxious. Besides, Yang Xinyue is not so easy to die."
What is the last sentence in front of it?
Xianjun’s forehead was violently violent, and his hands were on his back in front of the throne.
At this time, the voice of the news suddenly came from outside. A golden dragon stopped at the main hall, and his head swayed and spit out the voice: "When you meet the Qing Dynasty, you will send a letter from the Hansong Xianjun."
To say that it is a letter, it is actually a purple light.
Qinghe Xianjun raised his hand and closed his eyes.
Suddenly he laughed happily: "Since Han Song’s brother has prepared, I should thank him and return to visit him."
Jinlong respectfully responded, and walked away, not into the clouds.
"Xianjun, but what good news?" The white-haired white-bearing fairy who stood up before.
"The blessing of the Tudor sect."
Qinghe Xianjun smiled and said: "Han Songxian brothers make you the Heluo people, when he asks Ao Xuan to ask the heavens when he asks the world, he will go to the world to find Yang Xinyue."
The white-haired white-skinned fairy sighed and said with a beard and smiled: "I see, this is not the command of Hansong Xianjun, but the meaning of Yunchen Xianjun."
"Yun Chen?"
Qinghe Xianjun reveals a very weird expression, he shook his head: "Not like!"
"Uh."
"Yunchen doesn't do it. If you want to do it, you can do it quickly. How can it be so troublesome?" Qinghe Xianjun stunned for a long time and couldn't help but say, "This expediency is not like his handwriting."
The white-bearded old man is black.
Qinghe Xianjun’s meaning, he knows!
- To mention the Heluo faction, in fact, the role is not great, you have to find Yang Xinyue in the vast sea of ​​people. Heluo’s ability to calculate is good, but doing things, it’s really a god’s day.
The white-bearers are not willing to argue: "There are not many of my generations, and Acer is acting cautiously and is a rare disciple."
Qinghe Xianjun looks at him: "I hope so."
The deep meaning of this eye, let the white-bearing old man can not help but rush to jump: "Xianjun, you can not be partial, Yunchen Xianjun is also out of self-Luoluo!"
Some of the immortals in the temple near the entrance are still very different:
"What, Yunchen Xianjun is also Heluo?"
"Is there a second person in the three thousand small world called Heluo!"
"I think it is the same name! Yunchen Xianjun Tianzhi's capital, only took a thousand years to sit on the position of Xianjun, it should be a small world of the aura of vitality and prosperity."
"That is, the small world where Heluo is located is already lacking in aura...nothing strange."
The white-bearded old man is so angry that his beard is shaking: "Er is gibberish! Now there are three heavenly gods in the fairy world, eight immortals, and six people are all self-small worlds. You dare to comment."
Those immortals shrink their necks and peek at the Qing Dynasty.
"If you forget it, don't say it outside." Qinghe Xianjun is very big and waved. "There is no aura, like a rich and poor family in the world, rich and rich, and there is no poverty." Is it amazing to be a fascinating person? It is fundamentally a practice. As long as there is a good practice there, a small world of poverty can also be an extraordinary generation."
He looked around the crowd and said seriously:
"If you don't talk far, you can say close, this small world, heaven and earth even trace back the time. This is the strength that forces the heavens to yield, can you have a small world of birth?"
The immortals are speechless.
This is simply the beginning of the world!
Among the immortals in the room, there are people who know the real people of Aztec.
Yes, after the red-skinned real people soared, they were cast under the door of Qinghe Xianjun. Although the immortals of the Heluo School did not say anything, they had a place in front of several Xianjun, and the real people of Aztec were not in the fairy world. Name, but he has a fairly good teacher, so the logical step into the sky.
At the same time, he came to the fairy world. Some people even didn't even have the qualification to look at the Xianjun Palace. The Chihshen real people have already been mixed into the fairy palace. Although they still don't see the qualifications of the Qing Dynasty, the identity is different.
If it is not an accident -
Good end, when meditation and cultivation in the fairy palace, the real people of Aztec are actually thrown back to the world -
When I think of this, the feelings of the people in the audience become weird: this is also unfortunate, so I have to fly twice! There are two memories of the thunder, but fortunately there is no memory of the immortal, or how much more!
"Speaking, that is the magic repair from the flame... How is it now?"
The immortal who asked the question was purely curious.
"Hmm?" Qinghe Xianjun raised his eyes and was a little worried.
This time, I was busy with Yang Xinyue’s affairs, but I neglected the culprit that caused all of this.
There was another golden dragon flying outside, but there was a fairy on the back of the dragon. He panted into the hall: "Xianjun is not good, things have changed!"
"How do you say?" Qinghe Xianjun looked very tight.
"There is a news that I don't know if it is good or bad!" The immortal who came to report the letter was tangled. "When Yang Xinyue tried to rush into the fairy world, he made a scorpion, and he fell to the small world next to him."
"..."
All the immortals hold together.
Qinghe Xianjun rushed to ask: "Beside? Which side?"
"It is the small world formed by a sea after the ancient wilderness is broken. It often adds a small world to the heavenly world."
The Qing Dynasty’s feet are soft and sit down on the throne:
That is all the ancient monsters, soaring every year... No, the beasts thrown up by the heavens, even the small world where ordinary immortals will be killed?

"Yeah." The immortal who reported the letter frowned.
"This……"
The Qing Dynasty Xianjun is stunned, and the white-bearers are eager to persuade:
"This is a good thing. Xianjun! The beast is fierce again, and it is better to deal with Yuan Chengtian Zun! Yuan Cheng Tian Zun has a companion fairy, even Xianjun you have to escape to meet..."
Qinghe Xianjun nodded while listening, and then he suddenly reacted:
"I just said that Yang Zongzhu is not so easy to die, is it you?"
"what?"
"Good words are all said by you alone!" Qinghe Xianjun rushed and laughed, "This is the subordinate's subordinates, what do you want!"
"Xianjun is angry, this situation is too complicated, I can't see it anymore."
All the people quickly got up and argued: "Who can think that Yang Xinyue is not dead, but also involves the matter of Yuan Cheng Tianzun's lower bounds... Before the Ming Dynasty, there was no sound, and the crisis was overwhelming. How did the sky come back after the sky went back? I am really caught off guard."
Qinghe Xianjun snorted: "I am afraid there is even worse news behind!"
The celestial beings dare not say anything.
"Well, then wait for each other to be in the position, be wary of the movements of Nan Xian Tian Zun, and the king will go to Shengxianmen to see how the situation is."
"Give me a fairy."
It is said that Qinghe Xianjun is one of the only eight immortals in the fairyland. It is said to be which side to cool down, but the red tape when Xianjun travels is indispensable.
Twelve green dragons, twelve fire phoenixes open the road to protect the car, and the spirit beast fairy cart.
There are still thirty or forty immortals, and this battle is already small enough.
- It is not an extravagance. For the sake of safety, there are several celestial princes in the heavens. They are all ambushed and fallen when they are alone. Qinghe Xianjun does not want to be the next one.
Shengxianmen stands at a distance of 120,000 miles.
Compared with other Xianjun sites, Qinghe is the closest one to Shengxianmen.
Gu Yuyi, Shengxianmen is naturally a lot of people in the world of three thousand small, the first place to arrive, outside the Shengxianmen is still the robbery, where all are strengths, the day robbers do not die, helplessly recognized as "flying success" "The beast, there are many magical repairs from the small world."
There are enchantments on both sides.
Ascension Gate opens its way to countless small worlds, standing here and has the opportunity to glimpse the scene of the lower world.
In the words of Heluopai, it was once in the world that licking fingers and counting, playing hide-and-seek with Tiandao, and after flying up, he was ordered to stand in the ascension of the fairy gate and continue to play with Tiandao.
Qingxiang Xianjun’s car is very fast, and soon after, the Shengxian Gate is far away.
"What happened? How is it so lively?" Qinghe Xianjun probed out and looked around.
Can't blame him for being curious, because Qinglong Huofeng has already made a long beep of joy. This is the voice of the companion. On the other side of Shengxianmen, a car of Xianjun is parked.
"Who is one step ahead of me?"
Qinghe Xianjun said that until the recent time, this is clearly seen.
"Han Song Xian, how come you?"
The fairy smiled slightly and gave a step to the left to reveal the person behind him.
"Tian Zun 嘱咐 I am here to pick up."
"Ah?" Qinghe Xianjun is very surprised. Whoever has just soared can make Beixuan Tianzun notice?
Looking at the temperament, Shenhua Zoran, this looks -
"Hey, the root of the three robbers?"
The release of the singer’s voice slightly frowned, and he did not like others to mention this.
Hansong Xianjun said to the Qinghe with the knowledge of the gods: "This is the person of the North Xuan faction, away from the flame..."
Qinghe Xianjun was shocked and said to him indiscriminately: "It’s really long-awaited, it turns out..."
The second half of the sentence was delivered at this time - "The brother of the flame."
The clear expression of the face is stiff on the face, and the next one is hard: "It turned out to be a descendant of the North Xuan School, so that the younger brother is really long-awaited. How come... Are you flying?"
He suddenly turned around and questioned the white-bearded old man around him: "Is there a brother from the flames, why can't you remember this?"
The release of dissatisfaction turned into a very tense.
Why is this Xianjun can't wait to know Chen He's appearance.
The author has something to say: I want to write Shengshengmen, every time I hit it is a fresh door, anger
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