The light ball sealed with Han Zheng has been sent to the small world by Yan Ning. The sleeping young dragon seems to be unable to be sent to the small world due to its special physique, so Yan Ning can only let it rest on itself. The young dragon seems to like Yan Ning's taste very much, and he sleeps very peacefully, and he doesn't know when he will wake up.

The warships sailed on the sea for a whole day. In the evening, Ye Che brought a large number of warships to escort. Before the warships could dock, the plane sent by Duan Yi had arrived. Everyone sent Yan Ning and Fatty Du, Jiang Wujue onto the plane, and then saluted the military salute, watching the plane leave the coast under the setting sun.

Zhang Ruoxuan looked at the shadow of the plane and felt a lot of emotion. She originally thought that she had no relationship with the things in the Taoist sect anymore. Who knew that this time she followed Yan Ning to Dongtu Island and saw a picture that ordinary people would never even imagine in their entire lives. A brand new world appeared in her eyes.

She made up her mind to resign from her military post tonight and then go to the tea shop in Jianzhou to learn from her master!

...

Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, is known as China's No. sacred mountain and the mountain of Wanzu. This mountain starts from the eastern part of the Pamir Plateau, runs across the western border and north Zang, and extends to Qinghai. Ancient myths believed that in Kunlun Mountain, there lived a Queen Mother of the West, with a human head and leopard body, served by two blue birds. It is the Taoist god who controls the power of life and death in the world.

Perhaps, Queen Mother of the West really existed, but in these long years, it has been coming and going, like a tide. Perhaps this former god had encountered something she could not face. Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, she fell in the realm of no one like the Extreme Fire Immortal. But their stories can be praised by people tens of thousands of years later.

At this time, there was a desperate situation in the top of Kunlun Mountain. A huge gap suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain that had been snowed all year round. In this gap, the glacier that had been preserved for hundreds of millions of years extended away. But strangely, the ghost energy in this glacier was now lingering, and it was so rich that it almost made people unable to see the road ahead.

Two ladders lead directly to the inside of the glacier from above the gulf. On the ladder on the left, there are people who are numb as zombies entering the glacier. On the ladder on the right, there are guys who are like butchers, with cold eyes and bloodthirsty murderous intent on the corners of their mouths, walking out of the glacier.

"Which man is this the first person to create a demon?"

A wide forehead, a gutter nose, and a long hair was scattered. The man was covered with a black robe, and his shrewd eyes seemed to be shining. Behind him were hundreds of waiters, who were also wearing black robes. They held white candles in their hands, and they kept chanting in their mouths: "Great Fearless, Rebirth Tower...Great Fearless, Rebirth Tower..."

The waiter on the side replied, "Go back to the Holy Lord, this is the 93,21st."

"very nice."

Guan Zixuan nodded with satisfaction, but soon his smile froze.

On the ladder to the right, an artificial demon walking at the end, his eyes were festering.

Next, one arm is missing.

Next one, only half of the body...

...

"Has the demon blood dried up?" Guan Zixuan put away his smile and became cold.

In the next few minutes, no one walked out of the ladder on the right. After a while, a thin figure slowly walked in the thick ghost aura.

Guan Zixuan narrowed his eyes.

The man walked in. He was a woman with a pale face and thin skin. Her hair became dry and split because she had not been taken care of for a long time. If it weren't for her slightly angry eyes, someone would have mistakenly regarded her as a female ghost.

"Ba...b...ba...b...b...b..."

Guan Zixuan gently patted his palms and said with a smile: "Oh...my goddess... isn't right, it should be a witch. Witch Zhuang Xiaoya, why did you come out?"

Zhuang Xiaoya stopped, stared at Guan Zixuan and said, "I can't hold on anymore."

"Can see."

Guan Zixuan sighed: "But you haven't given me enough what I need."

"I can't hold on anymore!" Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly screamed. She covered her head with her hands, her eyes full of hatred: "Tell me, how to resurrect my parents!"

"You are quitting now, but it violates the regulations between us." Guan Zixuan's voice gradually became colder.

"Don't you understand? I can't hold on anymore! I can't continue to create artificial demons for you anymore. I still want to look at my parents alive!"

Zhuang Xiaoya roared in a low voice, and red blood and tears flowed out of her eyes.

No one knows what she has experienced in the holy land.

"Well, okay."

Guan Zixuan sighed softly: "Although it is a little worse than I expected, it is enough for me to destroy the current Taoist sect."

"Zhuang Xiaoya, listen, how to resurrect your parents..."

"The blood in your body is the blood of your parents. As long as you die, your parents will be able to resurrect by your blood!"

Zhuang Xiaoya was stunned.

"No...it won't be like this. You lied to me, you must be lied to me!" Zhuang Xiaoya said in disbelief.

Guan Zixuan laughed: "Of course I lied to you! Silly girl! There is a way to resurrect your parents, but your parents' bodies are now hidden in Longhu Mountain, and you will never get them in your life, let alone resurrect them!"

"Now I have a army of tens of thousands of people in my hands. Do you really naively think that I will resurrect your parents and wait for your family to deal with my rebirth tower?"

"Rich! Stupid!"

Guan Zixuan's ridicule kept hitting Zhuang Xiaoya's heart. She hoped that someone would appear next to her at this time, let her lean on her shoulders and cry hard.

"Shuli!"

Guan Zixuan suddenly spoke, and a mass of ghost energy suddenly appeared beside him. The ghost energy gradually condensed and formed, turning into a black scholar holding a black fan.

"Master, what are your instructions?"

The scholar in black robe looked very pretty, but if he looked at his face carefully, he would find that his face was blurry and he could not see clearly at all.

"Trouble her."

Guan Zixuan seemed to be very relieved about Shuli. After giving the order, he turned around and left.

Zhuang Xiaoya knelt on the ground, her whole body as if she had lost her soul, her eyes were extremely empty.

Shuli watched Guan Zixuan leave, and then took a slow step to Zhuang Xiaoya: "Follow me, I don't want to attack you."

Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes were dull, like a puppet. Shuli asked her to move, so she followed Shuli. She didn't care how long she had walked, after all, the end of this road was all about death.
Chapter completed!