Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 957 Specious but not true

The situation in Yuqing Palace that day was extremely dangerous.

Master Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, and others, who knew the inside story, deliberately saw Zhang Xiaofan go to a dead end in order to protect the reputation of Tianyin Temple and Puzhi.

Zhang Xiaofan himself was not willing to let his first mentor suffer great humiliation after his death, and was willing to die to apologize.

The righteous people in the world gathered together, Daoxuan Zhenren could not bring shame to Qingyun Sect. In the face of the safety of Qingyun Sect, the life of a disciple was really insignificant.

If Lu Xueqi hadn't gone up the mountain with Ming Xiaoyang's letter and revealed the origin of the Brahma Prajna in Zhang Xiaofan, as well as the mystery of Wan Jian's life and death, and the secret of the Zhuxian Sword.

In the end, no one can predict how far things will develop.

Zhang Xiaofan's life was saved as a result.

Whenever she thought about this matter, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude to the Demon Lord in front of her.

"You have seen through this, you are really powerful." Ming Xiaoyang pretended to be exaggerated and said things that even ghosts would not believe.

"That's a good question, a great question!"

"If we really want to find a reason, maybe we can only say that Qiye wants to do something good!"

"Do good things?" Lu Xueqi couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth when she heard this, "When these words come out of your mouth, do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it." Ming Xiaoyang said sincerely.

Lu Xueqi was completely speechless. She had a cold temperament. After the doubts in her heart were answered, she didn't know what to say to the friend and enemy in front of her.

Sensing the hint of repulsion from Lu Xueqi's graceful body, Ming Xiaoyang sighed again, "Having said so much, it is probably new to you, Miss Lu."

"If you have no other questions for me, then I should leave."

"Please." Lu Xueqi said calmly.

"How heartless!" Ming Xiaoyang sighed, and the figure disappeared from Lu Xueqi's eyes.

During the whole process, not even a drop of demonic energy was released, as if this was not an unparalleled demon king, but a harmless mortal.

Clang!
  Watching Ming Xiaoyang leave, Lu Xueqi's Tianya Divine Sword, which had been sheathed, suddenly jumped out of the scabbard again.

With a sword in hand, his expression was cold, and he waved the three-foot green sword in his hand again.

Shuanghuayue dance sword technique!

This time, this set of swordsmanship is a bit colder.

………………

The city without tears.

The City Without Tears has long been infected by the resentment of generals, time and space have stagnated, and white mist can be seen everywhere.

These thick white mist are not transformed by water vapor, but are transformed by the sorrow of a poor man who has been played by fate.

A person is indifferent by nature, just like water or even air. When you have it, you feel that it doesn't matter. But when you lose it, you will find that he has unknowingly infiltrated into your life, and even It's the soul, it can't be separated no matter what.

His first love, Su Tianxin, overestimated her desire for truth and underestimated her feelings for him, so she chose to leave and paid a heavy price for it; Mo Xie was unwilling to make a choice, thinking that the three of them could live together forever, but because of the devil, The emergence of the demon mine led to the death of the sword.

In the end, his sorrow eroded the former paradise and turned the city without tears into a city without tears in the true sense.

Fortunately it's all over!
  The seven generations of grudges and the resentful spirit of Ganjiang merged into one. Divine weapons such as Yixi Sword, Ganjiang Sword, and Zhuxian Sword were forged into a halberd of gods and demons.

At this moment, there is no longer that terrifying black-clothed demonic figure in the City Without Tears.

tread!
  Stepping into the city without tears again, Ming Xiaoyang felt a strong sense of desolation and sadness as soon as he emerged from the thick fog. It seems that what happened in the City Without Tears more than a thousand years ago is still vivid in my mind.

I am still the affectionate and indifferent go-getter!
  Snapped!
  The throbbing in his heart disappeared in a flash, Ming Xiaoyang recovered instantly, slapped himself in the face, and murmured:

"Qi Ye is Qi Ye, Qi Ye is Qi Ye, and both Qi Ye and Qi Ye are Ming Xiaoyang. Then who can tell me, is this Zhuang Sheng dreaming of a butterfly, or is this a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Sheng?"

"Neither Zhuang Sheng Meng Die, nor Butterfly Meng Zhuang Sheng?" Before Ming Xiaoyang finished speaking, a somewhat domineering voice came from behind him, "You are you."

"Yes, I am who I am." Ming Xiaoyang nodded with deep sympathy.

Swish!
  When he turned around, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the thick fog, wearing a snow-white robe and three thousand silver hair.

She has an excellent figure and looks aloof.

Xiao Meng!

Xiao Meng looked at the silver-haired and black-armored man in front of her with interest, as if she had just met him.

"This one looks good, I quite like it." Xiaomeng glanced up and down, then retracted his gaze and commented unceremoniously.

"Really?" Ming Xiaoyang smiled, "That's really my honor."

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and Yu wanted to hug Xiao Meng's tender waist as before.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Meng actually twisted her slim waist, took a few steps back, and avoided his embrace.

"What are you doing?" Ming Xiaoyang asked in confusion when Xiaomeng avoided him.

Xiaomeng smiled charmingly, but there was no hint of coquettishness at all, "You are Qiye, not Yingzihe! Although Yingzihe and Qiye are both Mingxiaoyang, Xiaomeng is loyal and can only tolerate Yingzihe touching me. As for Qiye, you’d better go find your two queens!”

"This?" Ming Xiaoyang smiled awkwardly.

This is indeed a trouble. Traveling between different worlds, the super brain has not completely usurped the origin of the heavens, and is not enough to conceal the ways of heaven in different worlds.

So, if he wants to go to a different world, the best way is to reincarnate!

In this way, from beginning to end, no matter how many times he is reincarnated, Ming Xiaoyang himself is still the same person.

But for the women around him in each life, his man kept changing and was no longer the same person.

A little difference is also a difference!

"No way!" After being embarrassed, Ming Xiaoyang cried out pitifully, "Xiaomeng, you actually care about this!"

"Of course I have to care." Xiao Meng raised her head proudly, like a proud white swan, "The person I like is Ying Zihe, not the Seven Nights Demon Lord."

"Although these two people are both you, in my opinion, they are absolutely the same."

"Okay!" Ming Xiaoyang put his hand on his forehead and said weakly, "I'm really not that ordinary."

"Eh?" As he spoke, Ming Xiaoyang suddenly felt something was wrong, "Xiaomeng, why are you the only one?"

"Where are the others? I remember that when I entered this world, I brought you together!"

"You really don't know?" Xiaomeng asked with a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ming Xiaoyang was agitated, "What should I know?"

"For example, the whereabouts of the other sisters." Another cold voice sounded, and the invisible thick fog dispersed like a living creature, and a woman with a pure white body walked out.

(End of this chapter)