Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 339
In the chaotic fairy land, Su Yu hugged a goddess and approached a temple.

With a wave of his big sleeve, the door of the palace opened, and the rich life energy came out, and the rays of light shone like a fairyland.

This is one of the three shrines he took out from the Purple Mountain Divine Treasure. All the furnishings are things of the holy way, and they are the most precious fairy treasures.

Inside the main hall, the floating light jumps into gold, the quiet shadow sinks into the jade, and a sacred pool is located in it, the mist is transpiring, the spring water is clear and clean, exuding a faint fairy air,
Suddenly, the mist on the spring intertwined and changed, and a sacred tree of enlightenment appeared, filled with white fairy air, accompanied by colorful light rain. When the light rain swayed, its sound was melodious, like the sound of heaven.

Zijun didn't pay attention to the uncommonness here, there was a hint of greed in her eyes, she hugged Su Yu tightly, her star eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen into a wonderful dream and didn't want to wake up.

Over the past year, this scene has often appeared in her dreams, and every time it appears, her
"squeak!"

With a soft sound, the door of the palace was closed, and through the dim light, the woman in the silver dress had celestial muscles and bones, with a beautiful appearance, dark clouds lying on the star clothes, the light and rain danced passionately, and the skirt was slightly lifted, blurred like a dream , The dark fragrance is floating in the present.

Su Yu took a step forward, and in an instant, countless strands of jet-black void patterns shot out, and the complicated patterns on the holy clothes shone with magnificent brilliance. He sat on a purple jade couch and held the woman in his arms. lay down.
On the jade couch, Zijun lay weakly in Su Yu's arms, with a trace of confusion in her eyes. She is slender, graceful, and peerless, with a kind of elegant beauty. Through the hazy skirt, two white as frost and snow Her calf gleamed in the light, it was too beautiful to behold.

Beautiful starlight flowed in the Immortal Clothes of Thousand Fantasy Galaxy, Su Yu's eyebrows were picturesque, his black hair was hanging down his shoulders, his expression was soft, and there were strands of chaotic energy around him.

Looking at the beautiful face so close at hand, and feeling the faint fragrance on the other party's skin, the corners of Su Yu's lips slightly raised, revealing a bright smile. In an instant, the dao rhyme gave birth to a lotus, and the fairy light flowed. He was like a fairy in the fairyland. Existence seems elusive, as if it wants to go away against the wind and leave this world.

Zijun's heart is soft, his beautiful eyes are rippling in mid-autumn water, and his heart is secretly moving. The whole person is in a state of intoxication, his eyes are shining with splendor, and he is immersed in this kind of warmth.

The jade belt flew down, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, Su Yu stroked the three-leaf flower tin between Zijun's eyebrows, and there was warmth in his eyes.

He said softly: "Fairies of Yaochi are not allowed to marry outsiders. If Yuan Yin is gone, you will no longer be the Lord of Guishui Palace."

Seeing the worry in Lang Jun's eyes, thinking of herself, the purple-haired woman smiled, feeling a warm feeling in her heart, feeling very warm.

She leaned her pink neck up, gently stroking Su Yu's cheeks, her heart was white and rippling, and said softly: "I, the Palace Master of Guishui, don't even know about this, how did you know?"

"Well, isn't it?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

He really didn't know much about the Holy Land of Yaochi, and he didn't ask Yang Yi about it.

Zijun chuckled, like a young girl lowering her eyebrows, arousing love and affection, she whispered: "Only saints are like this. As the future Queen Mother of the West, their requirements are extremely strict. I am just the Lord of Guishui Palace, and there is no such thing as that." 3 years ago, the owner of Liquan Palace and the then Eastern Desolate God King formed a Taoist couple, and it became a beautiful story. The practice of "Xi Huang Jing" does not need Yuan Yin."

The candlelight was flickering, and under the refraction of the palace wall, it reflected a gorgeous and bright light. Zijun lay in Su Yu's arms, with slender jade legs stretched across, and his figure was slim and graceful, as beautiful and flawless as a nine-day white jade.

"So that's how it is! The Queen Mother of the West and the Dacheng Holy Body gave birth without a beginning, and it's not unreasonable for the Holy Land of Yaochi."

Su Yu understood, desire flowed in his eyes, and he looked at Zijun with burning eyes.

Feeling the other party's choice in the illusion, he treats Zi Jun very tolerantly, if the other party does not want to leave the holy land of Yaochi, he will not force it.After all, as long as he steps into the Holy Realm, the entire Yaochi Holy Land is his, and it doesn't happen overnight.

Sensing the change of Su Yu's breathing, Zijun's face turned red, and there was some anticipation in his heart.

She escaped from Su Yu's arms, withdrew her makeup, looked like a maid, and said softly: "Let me serve the Palace Master."

In front of her sweetheart, she is willing to let go of her majesty.
After a while, the fragrance is scattered, the petals are dancing, a moving movement is turned, yin and yang blend, the sun and the moon meet, on the shadow of the Enlightenment Immortal Tree, a green and jade-like chain of the law of life is rooted out, quietly coming out, floating in shadows.
Two hours later, the stars turned around and the night sky fell.

On the side of the Lingquan, divine splendor flowed, and Zijun leaned over, "serving" to dress Su Yu.

After everything was done, the purple-haired goddess stood up, her face was radiant, her body was like glass, with moving starlight flowing, and there was a kind of majesty between her eyebrows and eyes, which seemed holy and inviolable.

Su Yu was very relaxed, feeling the beautiful woman's body fragrance like orchid and musk, which made him more peaceful and clear, and he was a little addicted to the gentleness.

Seeing the man in front of him recovering the majestic demeanor of Palace Master Guishui, his mind moved, and in an instant, the skirts floated, the spring water rippled, and the two of them sank into the spiritual spring.
At the end of the long night, Palace Master Guishui returned to her palace with a happy face. This time, her wish has been fulfilled, and she will enter the realm of the Holy Lord. She can't help but be overjoyed.

Seeing that their master came back in the middle of the night and acted uncharacteristically, the two Yaochi disciples were a little puzzled. They couldn't imagine that the master who looked like a fairy in front of him had become the guest of the Primal Chaos Palace Master.

In the palace, Zijun recalled the previous joy, with a knowing smile on his face.

But after a short separation, she began to miss Su Yu.

She waved her jade hand, took out a piece of warm jade pendant from the sea of ​​bitterness, and preached to Nian Zhi'er who was staying behind in Guishui Palace: "This trip to the southern region, this palace has touched a bottleneck, and I will retreat here for a period of time. Make a breakthrough and step into the peak of the Sendai Second Heaven."

In the Northern Territory, the Holy Land of Yaochi, after receiving the sound transmission from the Lord of Guishui Palace, the saintess of Yaochi was a little happy. Unexpectedly, within two years, Zijun would break into the realm of the Holy Lord.

In the holy land of Yaochi, there are many immortals in the second level of Xiantai. The masters of the four palaces are all immortals, but there are only three of them in the holy master realm. Except for the Queen Mother of the West, one of the other two is a living fossil of the previous generation , Strictly speaking, he is not a person of the present world, and his lifespan will be exhausted.The other is the Supreme Elder of Yaochi's generation, with an extremely high status.

Feeling the beauty of life again, Wang Teng's eyes moved slightly, tears rolled down his face, and his expression was complicated.

He stared at the bright dao on Su Yu's body, and said: "What kind of secret technique is this? Is it a taboo chapter of the "Never Beginning Sutra"? This awakening is really like a lifetime away. I didn't expect my Dao heart to be so unbearable." ,Hahaha."

Before he finished speaking, he laughed wildly, as if venting the pain in his heart.

Different from ordinary people, Wang Teng has practiced the secret of the word "Qian", and has a vague premonition of the future. It is precisely because of this that the illusion of time this time is very real.

The high spirits when the king came to Beiyuan, the ambition when he was honored by the Five Realms, the madness when his family was destroyed, the despair when he was defeated by Yu Tuo, the fear when he was taken away by Ao Sheng, and the fear when he faced An Lan's golden gun. Heart palpitations, unwillingness before dying, everything is extremely real, imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness, and cannot be forgotten.

Without Su Yu, all of this might have happened in real life
He doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in the prediction of the word "Qian".

(End of this chapter)