"Make a deal, Hua Shen, help me find my confused soul, I agree to your request." Zi Tong condensed, her thin lips slowly pulled up, and she did not reply, as if she had agreed to the fact that she made a harassing call.

"Hua God? You're afraid you've recognized the wrong person." She sneered contemptuously. Can he even recognize the wrong person? Do you know that she has urgent matters and has a lot of trouble every day? She has tens of millions of dollars in a minute. She doesn't have the attitude of asking for help? In short, she is just very angry!

The man frowned when he heard this and waved his hand gently: "Where is the Immortal Lord An?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in white robe and a man suddenly appeared, holding a purple-gold jade box, which was mutton fat jade, with gold inlaid outside the box, and a purple firefly on the head of the box, but a red light inside the box! Those with long eyes knew that it was a good thing!

"The Flower God Supreme Immortal has practiced for nine lifetimes, and in another lifetime, it will be able to achieve perfect merit, but it collides with the Dark Immortal Lord in the human world, causing the Dark Immortal Lord's soul to be turbulent! The Dark Immortal Lord is still floating outside. It is you who made him unable to achieve perfect merit. You have to take him back to the Flower God Supreme Immortal... This is the soul-locking chain..." The An Xianjun handed the box to her, and his eyes seemed to have a hint of sympathy? But he still looked kind, and saw that she did not pick up the box, he stretched forward and signaled her to take the box.

What does it mean is that she did something wrong in her previous life and asked her to repay it in this life? Looking at the old man's attentive appearance, she didn't ask what the soul chain was. She twitched her cold lips, but didn't take it over, and took her eyes back: "But that thing in her previous life has passed long ago."

"The Holy Lord knows that you will think so. The Misty Immortal Lord is the Saint Lord's younger brother. If nothing unexpected happens, he has already ascended to the gods. But now his life and death are caused by you and him in the same heavenly tribulation. So far, the second soul spirit of the Misty Immortal Lord has not been found." The An Xianjun spitted and talked about the seriousness of this matter.

However, she didn't listen to An Xianjun carefully at all. Most of her attention was on the man. He floated in the air with his eyes closed, swinging with An Xianjun's movements.

Wearing a black purple gold robe, with ink bamboo dyed on the cuffs, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and lips perfectly interpreting what a handsome guy is. The first feeling is, very handsome! Very handsome! But she is not a fool, and she is upright! So she still doesn't say anything coldly, but she still can't help but glance at the handsome guy from time to time...

"Your two friends are here, but they are physical mortals. I don't care if there is any accident here." A sneer appeared on the lips, purple pupils swept over the flower god coldly, and gently tapped the Chinese knot with his fingertips, as if he didn't care about her friend's life.

They are all here? This man is so powerful that they can't beat him. Moreover, gods must have magic power. Why don't they agree to his request first to deal with it? It's definitely difficult to find someone he can't find, and looking at the look of the immortal king of the Han Dynasty, you will know that this must be a tough job!

Wait, gods and immortals have magic power? Just now, the immortal king called me to the immortal, which means I also have magic power. The flower god's brain was like a plane, and it flew twice in a very fast speed. These thoughts only took a moment, for a moment: "Do I have magic power?"

"Flower God Shangxian, try waving your hand. What kind of magic power do you want to use? Try to concentrate..."

The immortal An explained patiently, waved his hand to demonstrate, and turned into a small piece of vine, one on the other side. The flower god was learning it very seriously and trying to concentrate...

His face suddenly changed, and there were more and more green leaves, wrapping around his whole body. He waved his hand wildly, and there were more and more vines! An Xianjun appeared from the grass, with green on his head, and two noodle tears on his face: "Saint Lord, I will seriously learn immortal arts in the future! Please forgive me for your sins!"

Zi Tong had no choice but to sweep over the immortal king of An and sighed: "Forget it, you are just a matchmaker." The Holy Lord waved his hand, and the grass disappeared instantly, and at the same time, others also disappeared, leaving behind the depressed immortal king of An and the blank flower god.

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