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"Alien race?" Luo Changfeng was shocked inexplicably.

I'm afraid even Hongdou knows the truth! So what about Senior Brother Meng of Meng? Does he know the true origin of Hua Jingci?

Luo Changfengqing was thinking insincerely.

The Heavenly Dao Duan Qianjie seemed to guess his thoughts and continued, "This matter is not a secret, at least in the eyes of the saints of Ten Days and the saints. Of course, it also includes Meng Qingshu, the institution."

Luo Changfeng asked, "What's going on?"

Tiandao said: "Meng Qingshu was a handsome man in the world back then. He was unique in both cultivation talent and wisdom. According to the current pattern, his amazingness is Muyun Jiancheng Liancheng Jue Emperor Wuxiu plus you,

It's beyond the reach of the world."

"It is precisely because of this that Meng Qingshu, a peerless genius traveling around the world, met Hua Jingci in a certain fate."

Luo Changfeng frowned slightly: "I'm afraid it's not because of fate, but because of the long-planned plan."

Duan Qianjie said: "You know the origin of his identity and naturally have this idea. But for Meng Qingshu, who had no idea at that time, meeting and acquaintance cannot be explained by the word "fate".

The sword of God sighed and continued, "The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept. The red man tells the mirror and flowers tells the trees. There are not many people in the world who know the flowers and mirrors, and even fewer people know and know her, but this is not the case.

It hinders people's curiosity and expectations for her. Because this poem was originally written by Meng Qing's book."

"No matter who it is, no matter whether he has seen or not, as long as he has heard this poem, he will definitely be able to imagine her peerless appearance and style."

Thinking of the two sword saints seniors who had been entangled with grudges in Kunlun Jian Pavilion for thousands of years, Luo Changfeng nodded: "The law of a talented man and a beautiful woman is a difficult problem in the world. What's more, from beginning to end, it was a game planned by a foreign race.

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He asked, "What happened later? How did Senior Brother Meng become that way?"

Duan Qianjie stood up and walked towards the bookshelf, returning the old books in his hand to Zhao: "Of course it is the work of Hua Jing Ci."

Luo Changfeng turned his head and looked at the back of Tiandao in the light beam by the window: "Is it her cruel Senior Brother Meng? He is really a cruel character!"

Duan Qianjie searched back and forth by the bookshelf and found a world-class old calendar compiled and summarized by Tianji Pavilion.

This book was naturally brought by him from the Duanjia.

Very few people know about this book, and there are even fewer people who have read the contents of the book.

Duan Qianjie handed the book to Luo Changfeng and said, "The love is from both grudges and grudges, and who can tell the right and wrong clearly."

Luo Changfeng

He took the nameless old book in a daze.

Turning through the home page, I saw that it was written on it: "Old Years: Meng Qingshu"

Tiandao Duan Qianjie turned around and went downstairs.

On the third floor of the library, Luo Changfeng was the only one left. The sunlight beside the window reflects the window, Luo Changfeng gently turns the pages, and an old story is vividly displayed in front of him...

The sun is in the sky, and the sand is flying.

That was a scene that could only appear in the Great Desert of the Mirror of the Sky.

In the scene, some people were lying on the verge of blood, which was Meng Qingshu. Some people stood with a long sword in their hands, with a painful expression and struggling in their hearts. It was a flower mirror.

Someone holds the Lotus Life Skill, which is the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Someone rides Lei Ze, and that is Chen Qing from Tiandong.

Someone is carrying a magic sword, and that is the old man Zhaixing.

Some people have white hair and beards, some have endless majesty, and some have awesome spirit... There is no doubt that they are all big figures whose every move can shake the world.

The reason they all appeared in the desert was for the woman holding a long sword.

A woman named Hua Jingci.

Or it is more suitable to call it Yan.

Yan is the real name of Hua Jingci, the real name of a different race.

As a descendant of the godly descendant, Xianluo, she broke through the realm and cared for the divine will.

So it was not accidental that she and Meng Qingshu met each other.

There are rumors that the future of the world is all about Meng Qingshu. If she wants to destroy this world, the best way is naturally to make the world have no future.

She did it.

After years of thought and years of planning, she successfully made Meng Qingshu unable to part with the flower glass. Then, when the roots of love were planted, she resolutely stretched out her bloody hands and pulled out the roots of love.

She almost killed him.

In the end, I failed to succeed.

Because Wuxiang Dao Sect came, all the saints who were in trouble came.

With the flower mirror, the strength and cultivation of the divine general who awakens the power of the divine general is not afraid of any saint in the world's god-inducing realm, but he cannot help but fear that many saints will join forces.

This is the beginning of the scene in the Great Desert.

What is the ending?

The Wuxiang Dao Sect and the Sword Saint joined forces. Unless all the eight heavenly awake gods of the alien race appeared, Hua Jingci would never be able to survive. However, in fact, she did survive.

I've lived for a long time.

Until now.

The reason is naturally Meng Qingshu.

According to the old events of Tianji Pavilion, Meng Qingshu only said one sentence that day in the desert.

"How come seven feet

I have already let the world down, how can I let you down again!"

Under the siege of the saint, Hua Jingci escaped uncontrollably.

The victory mission of flag-breaking was completed, which should have been a celebration. However, in the desert with endless yellow sand, Hua Jingqiu suddenly fell down as she walked.

Her body rolled along the desert slope, spinning, and her emotions broke. She lay on the yellow sand with hot smoke, looking at the dazzling sunlight, tears flowing endlessly.

Wherever love comes, metal and stone open.

She realized it later.

There is nothing more sad in the world than this...

The last record of the old calendar of Tianji Pavilion about Hua Jing Ci was stopped in the desert. After she realized it that day, she lived in the west of Tianxi, looking at the broken virtual gates.

That year he said that his seven-foot body had been in vain, and from then on she guarded the world he cared about.

...

Luo Changfeng closed the old book, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He suddenly remembered the surprise that the foreigners had shown when An Hongdou in Qiushui Villa used his lovesickness poem. It turned out that it was because of the flower mirror.

Senior Tiandao who left returned, holding a teapot with a hot air rising in his hand.

Seeing the latter, Duan Qianjie said, "It is precisely because Hua Jingci guards the Tianxixu Gate that those Tianxing Shen, who have a high level of cultivation in the alien race, cannot cross the border, Zhu Sheng and us are ready to move for ten years.

The alien clown is left to ignore it.”

Luo Changfeng said in a daze: "Now she is gone."

"Without Meng Qingshu's world, she no longer needs to defend it."

"That means that the door to Zhongyuan of Tianxi Jing is open."

"At most one year, the real strong people of the alien race will definitely break through the boundaries."

"The world is peaceful!"

...

The heavy stone door slowly rose, and the birds flew away.

Among the mountains and ridges, Di Wulei's back disappeared into the dark imperial tomb gate. Then the stone gate fell to the ground and closed again.

Thousands of green lights suddenly lit up in the imperial tomb, like stars in the night sky, dotted in this tomb buried deep in the mountains, like giant palaces.

Those green lights are naturally not stars, and there is no tomb in the world that can bury stars.

The deceased is buried in the tombs, and the emperor’s tombs are naturally the deceased. However, compared with the ordinary mountain and wild grass tombs, there are more deceased here.

About one hundred thousand.

All of them were made into pottery figurines and arranged in the imperial tombs.

Those stars are just their eyes.