However, people in the cultivation of immortals don’t know that the generation of Jian Zun went crazy after the fall of Violet.
When he entered the underworld, he was killed by a demon, and his body was taken away from everywhere. When he reappeared, his hair turned white, his eyes were red and his magic was stronger than that of a generation of demons.
At this moment, the whole world was shocked.
Counting monks who came to encircle under the banner of justice, but nine people were killed and widespread indignation and discontent were aroused.
Lu Changyuan’s madness increased greatly after he became possessed, and he went all over the Tibetan pavilions of major sects to seek a resurrection method.
People can’t come back to life after death. It’s their monks.
People die, and there is no chance of reincarnation.
Everyone knows the possibility that violet has been resurrected, but no one dares to say this.
It’s terrible to be possessed by Houyuan. I hope he will wake up before the extermination.
Or it is a good thing for him to have a thought in his heart and for the whole cultivation world.
If you want to break him, he will be completely crazy, and then people will be able to stop him from killing.
Many days ago, the real man Han Dan came forward in person and just knelt before him and begged him to come back.
Liu Changyuan looked at him for a long time. After all, he compromised.
Back to Jianzong, things have changed.
Zongmen kept him at a respectful distance from others. At that time, rumors circulated and the patriarch urged him to leave.
However, when the patriarch looked for the secret door, he found that there was still a chance.
The surprise came so quickly that the turnaround was just around the corner.
Lu Changyuan glowed with a new image and went back to the past. His eyes were as bright as a torch and he said with joy, "Master, I found my younger brother at another time and I want him back."
Dan reality eyebrows a wrinkly disappointed.
After being on the wall for a while, he could get better, but he became more and more crazy
Where is the other time?
The real man Han Dan doesn’t believe that when he finds it difficult to accept the reality, he comes to a delusion.
"Changyuan people can’t be resurrected after death. You can put it."
Only when he is angry can a real man with Dan call him like this, and every time Lu Changyuan can restrain himself.
But this time Jiang Yuanhua turned a deaf ear and said, "The world barrier is too thick. I have to go out and find some natural treasures to build a treasure."
Then he lifted his foot and left.
The real man Han Dan blocked his way and asked, "Wait for the treasure?"
"You will know this later."
Liu Changyuan smiled and relaxed. The whole person was bathed in the sun and disappeared in a flicker.
Brother, wait for me.
He won’t lose people this time.
Xiao Jing sneezed at this time, and Mao Mao always felt that someone was thinking about him.
Maybe he has been bored for too long and attracted Jiang Yuanhua’s attention.
A pair of long legs slowly approached and gently kicked his ankle. "What are you doing hiding here? Go away and don’t be an eyesore."
Xiao Jing looked up in confusion. Who did he provoke?
"Rumble-"
Dull thunder sounded on the horizon, and a gust of wind blew the curtains.
Xiao Jing wobbled up and walked to the window to see that it was going to rain outside.
The weather is really bad recently. From time to time, there is a heavy rain, and the temperature is several degrees lower.
Suddenly the sweet bell rang.
Xiao Jing got a fright and was dominated by Fang Yuan’s phone call. Fear touched his pocket but left it.
I called Jiang Yuanhua.
Xiao Jing hid behind the curtain and listened curiously.
After seeing Jiang Yuanhua, he was ecstatic, unconsciously tidied up his hair and clothes, and cleared his throat in the best state to deal with it.
"How did Diao Ji think of calling me?"
Oh, it’s Bai Yueguang dialect. No wonder the whole person has changed
"I’m fine. How about you?"
"Well … get to know the little housekeeper."
"Really? You will come back the day after tomorrow? "
Jiang Yuanhua was overjoyed to be placed in his hands and feet, and his speech speed was extremely fast. "What time shall I pick you up?"
"Yes, I did that day."
"He? How did you … ask about him? "
Jiang Yuanhua stopped and scratched his hair and said with a smile, "Don’t think too much, it’s not what you think."
"He disappeared when you came back."
"Yeah, I’m sure he won’t appear in front of you."
The more Xiao Jing listens, the more unpleasant it is. Does this sound like him?
"I have no feelings for him. It’s just a plaything."
Playthings?
At this moment, Xiao Jing was overwhelmed by the original owner’s emotions.
Sadness, shame and embarrassment, all kinds of negative emotions, such as avalanches, overwhelmed him.
My heart hurts like a needle and a heavy hammer. Breathing can only be eased by pressing my chest.
Xiao Jing’s brain is dominated by deep sorrow in empathy, but he wants to cry but can’t.
He is teetering as if he has been able to bear more, and every step is extremely difficult.
However, the teenager is unwilling to give up and still stumbles near, heartbroken but persistent in wanting an answer.