My sister took me to Xiuxian

"That's too far-fetched, isn't it? That's just your one-sided explanation, Qinghan. Didn't Miss Yu and Yin Huang say that Di Yi had fallen into darkness? In this case, it's not hard to understand that he's a psychopath."

Ling Qinghan glanced at him sideways, her fair and flawless face full of black lines. This guy seemed so righteous when he talked about his past self. Didn't he feel guilty at all?

"Snapped!"

Slapping away his restless hand that was ready to take advantage of her inattention, the Lord Saint stared with a warning, and said: "Then I will directly tell you the most important point. In this memory illusion, where are you...Qiu Yi...Di Yi...your people?"

"Hmm? Qinghan, what do you mean? Aren't you just here to replace me?" The young man was a little confused by the woman's beating around the bush.

"Are we really replacing you?"

The woman gathered a strand of hair that was scattered on her cheek, stood up gracefully, and walked slowly on the platform with lotus steps. Her figure was graceful, and even in a simple white dress, she could still outline her moving curves.

She raised her head and looked at the sky that was mostly blocked by the towering mountains, and said in a long voice: "Based on your previous experience with me, everyone who came in did replace your position and identity in this village, but what kind of identity is that?

The boy who is qualified to cultivate immortality in the eyes of the villagers, but whose future is uncertain; the child who has never grown up in your mother's eyes; a child with extremely poor talent, who even a quasi-saint like me could not sense spiritual energy after spending several days, and who is almost the epitome of a loser...

Qiu Yi, do you think this is you? "

"Isn't this me? Based on the current situation, the boy you are talking about is probably my younger self in my previous life. Can't I admit that I was very green and useless in the past?" Although it is embarrassing to say, everyone knows it, so there is nothing to worry about.

"No, that's not you, not Di Yi, and certainly not the current Qiu Yi... That's just a young man your mother knows who needs the protection of his elders."

Ling Qinghan turned around, and looked at him seriously with a pair of bright eyes that were full of beauty and poetry, which made Qiu Yi a little nervous.

"Ahem, Qinghan, where is the evidence?" Qiu Yi leaned sideways and asked back.

"First of all, if this illusion is really related to you, why are you independent and unable to interfere? Can you explain this?"

Qiu Yi shook his head. This was indeed incomprehensible.

"Secondly, even if you are just a bystander among us, whether you are playing badly, practicing diligently, or being whipped by your mother, you can clearly sense the changes in your mother's emotions. Sometimes she is disappointed with you, sometimes she is caring for you, and sometimes she is crazy. But what about you...Qiu Yi...Di Yi's emotions?

If what you said is true, this is the powerful Di Yi in later generations reminiscing about his childhood memories, that hometown where he was powerless and could never return. If this is his last obsession, then as we are brought into it, we will inevitably empathize with Di Yi's desolate, helpless and sad emotions. But there is nothing. In this environment, our emotions are not affected at all.

Even now, I am only thinking about how to compete with your mother, and I have not taken your thoughts into consideration at all."

Having said this, the Holy Lord gave him another cold look.

"Uh……"

Qiu Yi looked up at the sky with a very subtle expression. Qinghan, you don’t need to say the last sentence. It will really lower your image.

However, apart from the personal speech that was obviously full of grievances between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, the other aspects were extremely convincing. Even Yuxiu and Yinlan listened attentively like curious babies.

Indeed, with Di Yi's status, it is unlikely that he would leave such a mess, but...how did his mother do it?

This is unreasonable.

Especially Yinlan, if he had hands and feet, he would definitely be scratching his ears and jumping up and down in anxiety.

It is known that Di Yi's mother died in a landslide when he was still in the third realm. Even though Di Yi later became invincible, high above the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings, he could not make up for the regrets of the past. But now it is inferred that she may have hidden her own strength and may be a super big shot. Doesn't this seem a bit far-fetched?

"Qinghan, how do you want me to help you? I can't show up here at all." Having said that, how could Qiu Yi not understand what she meant.

This woman was obviously in conflict with her mother, but due to the unique suppression of the illusion, she could not find any loopholes.

"It's very simple. You just need to repair this hairpin. I need a proof that can penetrate your mother's psychological weakness. If this hairpin that I destroyed can be repaired, it will be the best evidence." The woman spread out her palms, revealing her true purpose.

"But I can't touch this buyao. Here, only you and I are real, and the buyao is an illusory thing. What can I do with it?" Qiu Yi was troubled. How could he have such ability? Isn't this asking too much?

"Then think of a way!" Lord Saint put his hands on his waist and stared at him with his beautiful eyes: "If you don't want me and your mother to continue to quarrel, then stand up."

Qiu Yi: “???”

Is there anyone who is as threatening as you? You are too weird!

However, facing the aggressive and beautiful woman, Qiu Yi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and scattered his mind, forcibly triggering the divine power that Yin Lan said belonged to Di Yi in this illusion.

He couldn't sense it before, but now that he had finally broken through the realm, he should have some other gains.

Gradually, he seemed to feel something, and a trace of mysterious power was drawn by him, gathered in the palm of his hand, and covered the broken hairpin. In an instant, the shattered hairpin became bright again.

This power was extremely ethereal, spreading throughout every corner of this illusion. Even if one observed carefully, one would not notice it. Fortunately, Qiu Yi had swallowed the magic pill not long ago and had gained some experience, so it was natural for him to call upon it.

Seeing this, Ling Qinghan curled the corners of her mouth. As expected, men need to be pushed. If you don't push him hard and squeeze him, you don't know how capable he is.

"Are we just waiting for her to come over when she is free? Do you want to avoid her or stay and watch me confront your mother?" The woman said confidently while playing with her hairpin.

"Ahem..." Qiu Yi did not refuse, but smiled and said: "I hope it will be a scene where the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law sit down and live in harmony."

"..."

Lord Saint was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his jade hand and tapped his chest, saying with a smile: "Men's mouths are lies, they will only pick out nice things to say. If the evil mother-in-law suspects that I am a wild woman, a mistress, a female demon, or a vixen who came from nowhere and specially relied on my superficial beauty to seduce and deceive her precious son, then how will our Lord Di Yi explain it?"

The lazy yet slightly charming look and tone of the woman really made the young man feel itchy, but at least he still remembered it clearly, and remained calm as usual. He smiled, took the hairpin directly from her hand, and said openly.

"Qinghan, I remember you just said that my mother told me to give this hairpin to the girl I like in the future, right?"

"Yeah." The woman's eyelids twitched, looking at the boy's smile, her heart was a little confused, but she still maintained her original image: "So what?"

"Since it's given to me, why don't I use it? What if that's the case..."

After that, Qiu Yi inserted the hairpin into the woman's smooth black hair in front of Ling Qinghan, and also moved the tassel at the end of the hairpin.

At this moment, not only the simple tassels were swaying gently, but even the Saint Lord's heart couldn't help beating faster and faster. A blush of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her snow-white cheeks. She lowered her head slightly, feeling shy and unhappy, which made the woman look even more charming.

"you……"

"Buzz!"

The bright red lips opened, and he was about to say something to restore the dignity of his Lord Saint, but a strange wave rippled out from the sky, which directly changed the expressions of the two people slightly.

"What is that..." Ling Qinghan looked up hurriedly, surprised.

Qiu Yi's face changed drastically, his heart pounding: "I feel another terrifying force exerting pressure on this illusion again. Qinghan, I'll leave first. I'll leave this matter to you."

The young man no longer cared about these things and rushed straight outside.

How could it be so fast? Have those people who were controlled by the illusion just now been dealt with?

This speed is too...

If an outsider really affects the illusion in that way, then...

Qiu Yi gritted his teeth and decisively took out his spear. He absolutely could not let this happen now!

"call……"

Exhaling slowly, Ling Qinghan couldn't care about so many things at the moment, her mind was in a mess.

She patted her now hot cheeks, her shyness was beyond words, and her eyes were so charming that tears could drip out of them.

Calm down, calm down, Ling Qinghan, calm down. You are the master of the holy land, you are a saint, how can you be fooled by a few words from a little man? Are you crazy about him?

Even an old cow eating young grass would never eat grass near its nest like you do! Besides, this grass might have been bitten by other cows a few times. When did your vision become so bad?

Is it really worth it for a man who is always flirting with other women and attracting women, who may already be second-hand, third-hand or fourth-hand? Don't let your imagination run wild.

But just as she thought of this, she reached out and touched the hairpin that was still swaying gently on her head. After finally regaining her composure, a smug smile unconsciously appeared on her pretty face.

If one day she walked in front of that woman wearing this step-shaking ornament, the scene would absolutely be a beautiful sight.

Unfortunately, this hairpin is only an illusion after all, it is not real, and it will disappear completely after the illusion disappears.

The woman felt inexplicably lost.

But right now.

Snapped!

A crisp voice was heard, and the Holy Lord looked up, and was surprised to find that Qiu Yi's mother was standing not far away. She didn't even notice a wooden food box dropped at her feet. She just widened her eyes, her sockets filled with tears, and covered her mouth with her hands, crying.

"you……"

The person on the other side started crying first, which made Ling Qinghan so helpless.

Don’t cry, if you cry first, what should I do?

If you cry, the situation will be difficult to handle.

If Qiu Yi comes back later and sees that I didn’t cry but you cried instead, then I won’t be able to explain it clearly even if I have an extra mouth!

She looked at the woman who walked towards her cautiously in a panic, and stretched out a rough hand, gently touching the tassels on the woman's head as if afraid of damaging them. Tears fell drop by drop, and her choked voice was full of sadness and pain.

"Yi'er, are you finally back to see your mother?"

. . . . . .

Outside the small mountain village, a terrifying atmosphere was stirring.

An old man with a hunched back and a cane, with a gloomy face and cold eyes, stared at the peaceful and quiet mountain village in front of him.

"It's just a plain-looking mortal village, but you Saint Lords and a dozen Seventh Realm cultivators were helpless. You were even bullied by a young man and returned home in defeat. Look at your behavior. You are simply bringing shame to our Imperial Continent. Why don't you just run into a wall and die here? It would be fine if you just ran back in disgrace, but you still have the nerve to ask me to save your face?"

Faced with such merciless words, which were even tantamount to scolding and crushing their dignity, the group of Holy Lord elders standing behind the old man were all silent, trembling in fear, and dared not even utter a word.

The reason is simple. This old man surnamed Shi is a genuine saint from the Diqian Holy Land in Huangji Continent. He was a famous figure who was well-known throughout the world three thousand years ago. Now he is the supreme elder of the Diqian Holy Land. However, he was invited out by a group of saints because of a small mountain village to clean up their mess. This is indeed a bit of humiliation to this saint.

"Old Ancestor, we are incompetent, but this place is truly evil. The demon named Qiu Yi is also extremely evil, controlling the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder with overwhelming power. We can only rashly ask the old ancestor for help."

Saint Lord Di Qian stood behind the old saint with utmost respect. As the lord of a great holy land, he behaved like a disciple at this moment, feeling extremely nervous and fearful, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

In fact, Saint Lord Di Qian was actually the grandson of this old saint and had received brief guidance from him hundreds of years ago.

The old man narrowed his eyes, but the mysterious aura of a saint continued to rise and spread wantonly. Although his body was hunched and skinny, in the eyes of everyone he became more and more sturdy and tall, gradually becoming unattainable.

"A demonic little mountain village? Hehe. Qiu Yi? Hehe. Nine Heavens Divine Thunder? Hehe. This is really a collection of interesting things gathered together. It's really interesting."

The old man picked up the cane in his hand and tapped the ground lightly, saying indifferently: "A demonic village tried to use this mortal scene to deceive everyone. The demon Qiu Yi committed evil and used the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to do whatever he wanted. No matter what, he needs to be severely punished. I personally took action to give everyone an explanation."

“Please take action quickly, Old Ancestor. Although this place is remote, if the Qingzhou Saint gets to know about it, we will be in the wrong and it will be very troublesome to deal with.” Saint Lord Di Qian bowed and whispered. Xiao Qing is very powerful.

If it were just Saint Lord-level strongmen gathering in this remote place, they could still use some excuses to get away with it.

But it is completely different for saints. When they reach this level, it is equivalent to deterrence at the strategic level. Any random actions they make can cause huge waves, not to mention cross-border actions such as leaving Huangji Continent and coming to Qingzhou.

You are so big and dangerous, if there is any movement, people will notice it at the first time, okay?

Maybe a saint from Qingzhou is about to pay attention to this place.

"What kind of trouble can it be? My disciples were killed in Qingzhou, and I haven't asked them for an explanation yet. Why do they come to make things difficult for me? Besides, I also want to know how many old guys are still alive these days. It's a good opportunity to compete with them and stretch their muscles to see how much progress they have made over the years. Whether it's the immortal from the Fighting Dragon Holy Land, the rude and rough man from the Star Gate, or the hypocrite from the Yuhua Holy Land, just let them come." The old man waved his hand, as if he didn't care at all, and was even full of expectations.

Many saints and khans.

This old senior is too blunt. Those are saints, those are at the top of the world, and he keeps calling them old fools, vulgar and hypocrites. How can they listen to him?

"Don't worry, I've given them advance notice, they won't come."

Just when everyone was feeling deeply moved and couldn't help wiping their sweat, a cold voice rang out, like a sharp cold light being unsheathed, instantly inserting a solemn and bleak atmosphere into the atmosphere created by the old saint.

"who is it?"

"Who is there?"

The numerous Saint Lord-level warriors present shouted loudly in an instant and all looked in the direction where the sound came from.

This was simply an incredible thing. A dozen Saint Lord-level strongmen, plus an old antique at the Saint level, this combination that had to be faced solemnly almost everywhere they went, someone actually came to them quietly, this was simply...

However, when they saw the person coming, they were all stunned. Their hearts were pounding and they stared at the person in a daze, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

On a field of green grass, a stunning woman stood there, her enchanting beauty overshadowed the whole world.

The purple palace dress sets off her graceful figure, with a gold and jade chain tied around her waist. Her hair flutters in the breeze, making her look like a goddess from heaven descending to earth.

The only thing that ruined everyone's feelings was probably that pair of extremely beautiful eyes, whose light was as cold as frost, making people feel as if they had arrived in the dead of winter.

"You are……"

"Qiu... Goddess Qiu Yun!"

A lord of a holy land rolled his throat and swallowed, his face full of shock and surprise.

Nowadays, anyone with a little status would know this famous person, the only extraordinary woman who could get close to the Fairy Sword Liuli Heart. In addition, she had an unparalleled beauty. If it weren't for her cold and aloof past, with almost no records of her deeds in the world, her followers would have been all over the world.

But hasn't Goddess Qiu Yun always been living in the Qingzhou Taoist Alliance, communicating with the Immortal Sword Liuli Heart? Why would she show up here in person today?

It is said that even when the Dao League had major events, the saints asked her to come forward, but she never took any action. Why is she...

"Greetings, Goddess Qiu Yun. I wonder why you are here?" Saint Lord Di Qian showed joy on his face and took the initiative to step forward and ask. His words were gentle but he was extremely excited.

This is a rare opportunity. If you seize it, your future...

"I'm here to pay tribute to an elder?" Mu Qiuyun opened her red lips slightly, her voice was cold, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Elders? Worship!"

The old saint surnamed Shi frowned slightly. Based on the previous words, he thought that this world-famous goddess came for him, but he never thought that she was coming for him?