"Otherwise, after a thousand years, without the hands of the people in the three worlds, we will be purified by the air flow outside the sky."

Hearing this, everyone present, in both eyes, burst into a thick light and cold.

“Go and prepare.”

The spirit wind did not say any more, faintly, a figure below the thrones, all got up, saluted him respectfully, and then all turned into a light shadow, swaying and disappearing.

The patriarch of the thirty-six ancient family also got up one after another, suddenly rising up, bringing up the spirit of the frenzy.

In a short number of breaths, in this huge temple, it is empty, the giant spirit wind slowly raised his head, burning the eyes of the spirit fire, looking at the direction of the three worlds, in the eyes, full of endless fanaticism and madness.

“My lord, when you return, it is this vastness, the day of the creeping footholds!”

"At that time, I will ignite the fate of countless beings in these three worlds, so that they will die slowly in fear, and pay the price of blood for sealing your thousands of years."

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Northwest of the world, Moxiang Pavilion.

The lush and lush ancient trees, as well as the medicinal fields on which one side is open all kinds of flowers, slowly swaying in the breeze, releasing a pounding and pure aura, and directly condensed into a spiritual fog, making the whole ink incense pavilion a few dozen miles of heaven and earth, all become fresh and ethereal.

On the square in front of the central hall, a young figure, sitting in line, holding a brush in one hand, slowly swinging, a variety of colors or strong or weak pens, in the square with the wind wantonly, they swallowed the spirit of heaven and earth, their own cultivation, but also constantly improving.

Further away, it is the shadow of the people, the sound of the sound, is the martial arts field.

Today's Moxiang Pavilion, which is already beyond the previous small gate situation, under the support of the growing five-state alliance and Chen Changhe, here is once again rejuvenated, and even that kind of lively prosperity is already comparable to those heavenly door pie.

In the distance of the line of sight, it is a towering mountain, above the mountain, a figure, like a crown, like a shooting star, looking at the dense cultivation crowd in the cultivation square.

This figure is not someone else, it is Hui Ming's father - Chen Changhe.

In the days when Hui Ming left the world, he also stayed in the painting gate school created by his son himself.

Over the past two years, this originally sparsely populated Moxiang Pavilion, is also in his hands and the East, gradually growing, although the biggest reason, or he will be all the masters of the Danqing world, have been transferred, to personally teach these Mo Xiangge disciples of the painting and cultivation, but in any case, the famous Danqing holy hand in this three worlds also has some indescribable sense of accomplishment.

After all, he never thought that the master of this Moxiang Pavilion, the ancient painting Lingdan, which was stained with blood from him and the East, would actually rise up against the sky and become a powerful continent, across the heavens, and enter the super giant of heaven to seek the happiness of all beings.

After a long period of psychological struggle, his heart, at this moment, completely accepted the son, and has been waiting for his safe return.

However, recently he is vaguely feeling that there is a great danger in the distant sky, which is slowly approaching, although he can't tell what it is, but he knows that he is truly cultivated into the judgment of the sixth sense, which is definitely not wrong.

"Son, I hope you are well, don't support yourself, I have it!"

He murmured.

Just as he was looking at the stars, he suddenly found that among the cultivation crowd in the distance, some commotion was faintly coming out, and then he saw that a beautiful figure, like a leisurely walk by, slowly passing by, attracted all the eyes of heaven and earth.

The figure, dressed in a white dress, the skirt fluttered gently with the wind, revealing the dignity, sketching the charming curve, the delicate face, the same with a faint smile, looking at this cultivation gate school painted by his own children.

All cultivators secretly look at this elegant and noble figure, and sometimes the clear eyes are only swept, which makes them blush and do not dare to look directly.

It is as if the eyes are blasphemous.

And those young girls, is the vision, the eyes of the clear beauty, and solemn and noble women, so that they are each of them are self-sacwarded at the same time, but also let them have a strong yearning, they hope that in a few decades, they can also have the same temperament as her.

Elegance, beauty, but not worthy of dignity.

This figure is like a leisurely walk, and with her far away, that nostalgic look, only to withdraw.

Chen Changhe smiled slightly, looking at this elegant and noble shadow, but also a little admiration in his heart: "Now it has been hundreds of years, you are still as beautiful as ever."

"Long River brother, Huiming, this Moxiang Pavilion, now with the support of your father, is also developing better and better."

The spirit of the east slowly walked up to the top of the mountain, standing beside him, and his hand was in front of him, looking at this huge ink-sick cabinet, smiling, and slowly saying.

Chen Changhe nodded and immediately said with a serious face: "Isn't this all the foundation for our love crystallization?"

If the spirit of the East heard the words, the face suddenly red, looked at him shyly: "All of them are so old, or so there is no positive shape."

All the elegant and cold oriental spirits, are Chen Changhe this sudden sentence, full of red, between the two, although they have been in love for hundreds of years, but only they know that the real life of husband and wife, or this day of ink and Xiang Pavilion.

The gentle smile of the Oriental spirit, the beauty of this smile, makes the world change color.

“Long River, do you know what my greatest happiness is?”Not as a witch, nor as a witch in the three worlds, but under the guidance of the spirit, met you."

At this moment, the sky is wide, the breeze is blowing, and the soft voice coming from the side is also the heart of Chen Changhe, Danqing the Great, as if it was hit by something hard, a warm emotion, flowing in the limbs and a hundred veins.

Chen Changhe slowly crossed his face, looked at the exquisite and beautiful face, and then looked up again at the vast sky outside the sky, suddenly smiling.

There are so many beautiful people around him and they deserve to be protected.

So, how can he allow these hidden dangers to be destroyed by the outside of the sky, even if it is broken, he must guard it to the end.