"Old guy, times have changed! What can defeat the enemy is not only martial arts, Taoism, but also magical powers!"

The cold wind blew by, closing the mouth of the crimson red old woman, and also blowing the purple clothes. Feng Wushuang stood against the wind, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

All the masters of Liansheng Cult looked frightened and worried:

"Senior sister? What should we do next? Damn, this old woman has brought many experts. If the news is leaked..."

"How to do it? Whatever they do, we will do it! As for leaking the information, can they still go to heaven?"

Feng Wushuang threw the pregnancy pill to the girl in pink and smiled:

"The General Manager has put herself in danger and is willing to secretly marry her, how can we not help her?!

Don't tell me, I'm really curious about what kind of 'ghost fetus' our chief manager can breed with his earth-shattering wealth of essence and blood!"

"Feng Wushuang!"

Not long after, screams of extreme fright and rage spread throughout the mountains and fields.

A crisp voice replied:

"Don't be loud, you can hear me!"

…

…

The fairyland is an extremely strange place.

This is true even for Lu Qingting who comes from a large sect.

Not only does the time inside and outside the illusion seem to be out of sync, but also everything in it is lifelike, with no trace of falsehood at all.

Even eating, drinking, and eating are just like the outside world, no different.

It seems that this is not an illusion, but that I have actually traveled through time and arrived more than a thousand years ago.

"call!"

When the morning sun rises, you can see the purple atmosphere outside, making you feel like a fairyland for a while.

Before the sun rises every day in Xuankong Mountain, the morning class of breathing in purple energy and refining pure yang begins at this time.

"Alas~"

Seeing the "ancestors" dispersed, Lu Qingting, who had spent more than half a year before becoming a nominal disciple again, let out a long sigh.

In a flash, it had been half a year since he came to this fairyland. During this time, a fierce quarrel broke out between the senior sister and the younger brother. In the end, Gu Qingyi walked away without any news.

He was left alone, waiting for the 'Yang Daxia' who had not seen anyone in seclusion for more than half a year.

"Lu Qingting!"

At this time, a voice came.

"Master-uncle!"

Lu Qingting bowed respectfully, and the person calling him was none other than Mr. Lin Er, the current leader.

"The Patriarch came out of seclusion and wants to see you."

"Finally out of seclusion!"

After hearing these words, the big rock that Lu Qingting was hanging finally fell to the ground.

There is a limit to the existence time of the Immortal and Demonic Illusion. The time for this Immortal and Demonic Illusion to exist should be when the Patriarch ascended to the Martial Saint position and discovered the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld.

In the past half year, he was really suffering, but he gritted his teeth and stayed in Xuankong Mountain. He knew very well that the existence of this fairyland of immortals and demons lay with his ancestor.

"Prepare your appearance and then go see the Patriarch."

Mr. Lin Er said something serious, said something casually, turned around and left.

"yes……"

Lu Qingting smiled bitterly.

For more than a thousand years on Xuankong Mountain, there is only one person who does not pay attention to appearance. To a large extent, it is because of this second-generation patriarch.

After adjusting his clothes, Lu Qingting was about to leave when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the mountain road, and his heart moved involuntarily.

Xuankong Mountain has not yet opened its gates, and there is no altar to offer incense, so in half a year, he has not seen any outsiders come to worship at the mountain.

"Old lady, Xuankong Mountain is not incense-free, so please come back..."

The youthful little road boy who welcomes guests stops the people who are going up the mountain.

Lu Qingting glanced around and was startled. The person who came up the mountain was an old woman with gray hair. She looked like rotten wood and was aging.

However, what is horrifying is that this old woman who looks like she is dying actually has a big belly?!

Pregnant with Liujia?

still?!

"Something's wrong..."

Thoughts flashed through Lu Qingting's mind.

The old woman's qi and blood were a bit weaker than those of ordinary people, and she had no inner qi. The fluctuations of her true qi clearly meant that she had no martial arts skills.

But this is Hanging Mountain!

Thousands of feet high, there is snow all year round, the wind is bone-chilling, and the mountain road is rugged and difficult to navigate, making it impossible for even a strong man to climb up the mountain.

This old woman looks to be in her seventies, with a thin figure that can be blown away by the wind, and a big belly. How could it be possible that she only has a hanging mountain on her body?

Moreover, it was still early in the morning...

The little Taoist boys obviously saw something, and seeing that they could not persuade her to return, they prepared to tap her acupoints first and send her down the mountain.

Lu Qingting reached the mountain road at the right time, looked at the old woman with surprise, cupped his hands and said:

"Old madam, the gate of Xuankong Mountain is not open, and there is no incense at the altar. What are you here for?"

"The old woman is here..."

The old woman slowly raised her head, her face pale and blue, and she grinned:

"I'm looking for that sloppy Zhang to deliver the baby!"
Chapter completed!