Yunrong opened her eyes slightly, and in the dark shadow under her hood, it seemed as if there was light in her eyes, not very bright, it was a light that was cautious and just right.

"You're welcome." Her voice was very calm.

Yun Rong, who was still bleeding from the nose over there, muttered in a low voice: "Strange, do I know how to embroider, too?"

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The sky in the distant mountains sank little by little.

It is not the gloom of the black clouds covering the city, but the sky is sinking little by little under some terrifying destructive force.

When Bailian flew with his sword, he could clearly feel the weight from the sky and the coldness that deeply invaded the soul.

Suddenly, a cracked pain came from his cheek.

A string of blood beads were rubbed out from the wind.

His eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to grab a thin bronze leaf.

The Qiushui Sword under his feet slowly lost its spiritual light, and this world no longer allowed him to fly in the sky.

Bailian walked down the sword and saw a bronze sacred tree. The sacred brilliance seemed to be as bright as the heaven and earth, as huge as mountains, with clouds and mists spreading among the branches and iron leaves all year round.

The huge tree body was hidden in the clouds and mist, with its outline looming, like a giant god entrenched here.

Perhaps because of the jade in the palm of the palm of "Tian" that Bailian could clearly feel that in this huge bronze tree, ancient gods in all directions were indeed inhabited.

He stood under the bronze tree, and the roots exposed to the outside of the soil were already higher than his head. He was like a tiny ant who broke into the giant's kingdom and saw the end of the bronze tree at a glance.

The wind rises with bronze old leaves.

The cold fragrance wrapped around the clothes.

Bailian suddenly felt a familiar breath.

He walked dozens of meters deep into the bronze tree.

Under the heavy leaves, the night falls in white clothes, and the stars fall in the snow sleeves.

The ink hair danced silently in the breeze, and the woman's figure was like a cold white crane. She stood under the tree, her palms were pressed against the ancient tree body, and the divine spiritual palace between her eyebrows was flashing slightly.

Her divine thoughts have completely entered this bronze divine tree.

Bailian opened her eyes wide in shock, unable to understand why she saw her here.

"Su Jing...girl?"

"Oh?" An old voice echoed among the leaves.

Under the thick and strong bronze vine, an old woman with a hunchbacked figure and wearing a sacked shirt slowly emerged. Her yellow skin and skin were drooping, but her eyes were particularly bright and clear, not even like the eyes that an elderly man could have.

The old woman looked at Bailian with a distant look and said, "Do you actually know my Jing'er?"

My Jing'er?

Baili An was slightly shocked and bowed to the old man and said, "I have met several times, but I don't know if my senior is..."

The aura that came from the old woman's body was as huge as the deep sea, but she had no obvious hostility towards Baili'an. After looking at him carefully, she said, "Old body is the first sect leader of Taixuan Sect, and Jing'er should call me "Grandma."

After the first sect leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect, is the Taixuan Sect the next?

Baili'an couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He really didn't know how many great practitioners' ancestors on this Tianyao Continent fell into the bronze gate and were trapped for a lifetime and had no way out.

Instead, those descendants asked their disciples to worship the tablets for nothing.

The old woman asked, "Why did you come?"

Bailian pointed to the bronze tree and said, "I want to see the ancient god in this tree, but now it seems that Miss Su Jing has begun to negotiate with the gods in the tree."

He was a little confused. It was clear why Su Jing, who was in the first realm, also appeared in the bronze gate. Since she had promised to help protect Jiujiu, Saner and the others should not break their promises.

"See the ancient god in the tree?" The old woman showed a strange smile on her face, but she did not say anything to mock Bailian's thoughts of overestimating her abilities. Her robe suddenly unfolded, and the bronze leaves swayed and trembled like wind chimes.

The scenery around Bairian is spinning rapidly, turning into countless blurry phantoms.

Suddenly, all the sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.

In my mind, it seemed like a drop of water fell into the quiet lake.

The sound is very peaceful.

The world is gone, and the distance is vast.

Even the old woman's figure disappeared without knowing when.

The extremely far-sighted place seems to be invisible at first sight, with huge mountains, seas, sun, moon, and stars imprinted under your feet like silhouettes.

This space seemed to be cut into two great worlds of light and darkness by a sword.

In the light and darkness, huge bronze ancient seats stood in the sky. The chairs were as majestic as small mountains, and on the chairs were huge figures covered by light and darkness.

Bailian was surrounded by ancient bronze pedestals, as small as an ant.

Another drop of water fell into the peaceful sound echoed in my mind.

A shallow ripples suddenly appeared on the ground ahead of him, and the light and shadow intertwined, and the spotless white clothes were gradually visible.

The slender and graceful back was cold and smoked. Suddenly, I looked back and looked at him with black eyes like ink paintings, and the thin night in my eyes seemed to be shining.

Bailian couldn't help but pinch his cheek, and did not feel any pain. He knew that his spiritual consciousness was forcibly brought into the world in the bronze tree by the special magic of the old senior.

The gods surrounding the ancient bronze pedestals did not react to the sudden intrusion of Bailien, and even their divine thoughts were too lazy to divide and stay on him, and they ignored him directly.

Obviously, for them, Bailian was not even qualified to be eye-catching.

"Little girl, I pity your body. If you should be willing to feed the fire with your body, I will give you the surname Xihe, for thousands of years, and the torch will continue to burn."

The one who said this was an ancient bronze pedestal close to the white clothes.

As he spoke, the heavy light on the ancient pedestal dissipated a little, and a slender and beautiful woman with golden divine fire burning all over her body.

Su Jing's eyes slowly retracted from Baili's body, and she said calmly: "I'm not interested in becoming the new god in this world."

"Your wish can be heard." The lord of Xihe Shen clan seemed to be particularly tolerant of Su Jing.

Su Jing raised his head and looked at the gods, his lips moved slightly, and his cold voice was swallowed silently by the world, but every word fell into every bronze mount clearly.

The flames around Xihe family swayed dangerously, violently and terrifying.

For a moment, the mountains, rivers and starry sky under Su Jing's feet were lightning and roaring.

It seemed as if it was about to fall into the robbery net.

Su Jing's body remained motionless and was not shaken at all.

At this moment, a chuckle sounded.

Bailian saw a dark cold mist hovering not far in front of Su Jing. It was one of the six rivers and the laughter of the burial heart.

"I have said a long time ago that Su Jing, one of the three sons of Heaven, does not need to see the gods at first."

In the dark fog around him, the sound of a squeaking ghost baby kept coming, making him look so silly.
Chapter completed!