The fairy Zixia who always smiled changed, but she began to stop smiling and always kept smiling. Instead, she looked serious. Zixia began to practice the immortal technique. This matter was actually a small matter, but it became a big matter when Zixia, who had been smiling for thousands of years.

Zixia no longer smiled, and the fact that she began to practice immortal skills with Zixia soon spread throughout the entire fairy world, and almost all the gods and immortals knew about it. The one who taught Zixia to learn immortal skills was the two saints who were very popular in the fairy world, and the Zi-shirt Holy Immortal.

In fact, many gods do not think that Zixia can learn immortal skills very well. Zixia is too weak compared to most gods.

"Will I really become very powerful soon?" Zixia was a little suspicious, but in fact Zixia herself was also very suspicious.

"Of course!" Zishan encouraged Zixia. In fact, even Zixia himself forgot that Zixia had been a god for so many years. Even though she had never practiced immortal skills after ascending to the fairy world, her magic power naturally increased and accumulated for thousands of years.

What Zixia lacks is just a variety of powerful spells. Zixia is actually very qualified, but in the past, she spent this qualification in memory.

Buming has been looking for Zishan frequently recently. At the beginning, he mostly talked about some swordsmanship experiences. Later, he gradually began to tell stories to Zishan. Zishan never refuses to listen to stories, not to mention that Buming has many stories, and it is also very exciting and moving.

Immortals don’t have to sleep, but the exception is Ziyun, because Ziyun likes to sleep. Ziyun always snuggles with Zixia when she sleeps, and she sleeps very sweetly. Zixia believes that if many gods know that Ziyun can practice magic in dreams and enhance their own strength even when she sleeps, there will definitely be people jealous.

Not everyone can become good friends with people like Zishan. Such friends are too easy to make people jealous. Fortunately, Zixia does not have the same feeling of jealousy.

However, recently, Zishan has slept a little too much.

...

In the dream, the bloody space...

Isn’t hell annihilated? Why can the Demon Sword bring my dreams into hell? Zishan is no longer afraid of this blood-colored space. Everything here, when you see the Demon Sword Beiluo Zishan, you will run away in a panic.

The Beiluo purple shirt in the dream was dressed in deep purple, with no face and clothes, just like Yiyun. I have never seen this kind of purple shirt, but the purple shirt is certain that it must be the clothes that Yiyun wore in hell. In fact, the yu here was extremely afraid of not the purple shirt or the magic sword, but this clothes, and the purple shirt felt this way.

Beiluo Zishan, who turned into Yiyun's figure, was covered with a layer of rich deep purple energy. She held a deep purple sword in her hand and danced slowly. Are she practicing? Yes, Zishan could tell that it was Yiyun's favorite way of cultivation, either in artistic conception, or in the past, on the top of Zixiao Mountain, which was always like this, dancing slowly.

Beiluo Zishan can't speak, but it can make Zishan understand what he wants to express. "Practice..." Zishan hates what others instruct him to do or not, but does not reject the information conveyed by Beiluo Zishan, because it feels like Yiyun said this to Zishan again.

...

Zishan woke up from her sleep and gently rubbed her eyes. There was something in her sleeve. It was a booklet. "Zixiao Piaomiaojue" Zishan was determined to be watching the secret book in her hand. This was really bizarre...

Yiyun changed into Xiaoyin's appearance, Xier returned to her true form, and the two joined the Bolan Club smoothly, and their clothes were changed. No one knew the appearance of them, the non-NPCs in the demon world, in the past.

Yiyun held Xier's hand, gently held it up, sighing, "When can you not need to wear Antarctic Piaomiao as you are now? How great it would be. Your hands are really beautiful and soft."

Of course, Yiyun likes to hold Xier's hand very much. Just like in the past, in the world, whenever there is such a chance, Yiyun will be greedy and will not let go if she holds it...

Beiluo Zixiao, Beiluo Zi's hand hid in the vacuum bag, Nanji Piaomiao, hid in the vacuum bag. Yiyun changed into a black outfit, just like a very ordinary demon world master outfit, Xier changed into a black glowing black dress.

This material is actually made by the wear of the Great Demon Emperor Chi You.

"Wang, your position and identity have been arranged. King Piaomiao does not understand martial arts and only knows skills. Wang Your position is the guard of the Lord of Bolan. The affairs are very simple. With the ability of the king, you can practice while staring blankly."

Meng He spoke respectfully in a tone that the title of king has become a habit. In hell, Meng He followed the two of them for nearly two hundred years. How could it be so easy to change the habit of two hundred years?

Xier frowned slightly, Meng He quickly explained, "Bolan will be very busy with other matters. I cannot be equipped with escorts. Moreover, the other elders of Bolan will not be very good at temperament and are quite arrogant. With the king's temperament, I am afraid that I can't stand them. Bolan is very good to me because of emotional problems, and will take care of the king in all aspects."

"Okay, this arrangement is fine." Yiyun said lightly. Menghe breathed a sigh of relief and led the two to see the residence at Bolanhui. The location is very close to Menghe's residence. When facing outside the town, you can feel the breeze that is coming when you open the window. The wind brings the fragrance of trees in the mountains and forests not far away.

Xier took a deep breath and was very satisfied.

He died suddenly and retreated, Yiyun said lightly, "I really didn't expect that Meng Di did have some tricks. He would be very good at waxing in Bolan." Xier took out a purple-shaped short sword from the cuff of her left hand. The sword shape was like the north fall purple night. The sword had turned into a material form, flowing with a faint purple-red luster.

"It can speak." Xier's tone was timid. Yiyun reached out to take it, her eyes were empty and immersed in the sword intent. The light of the north fall was even brighter, and the flashing light seemed to be expressing words to express.

After a while, Yiyun whispered, "I really didn't expect this to happen after injecting the sword intent. When I have time, I will beat it hard to find out who is the master and who is the servant. Weapons cannot be more fierce than people, otherwise they will become uncontrollable in battle."

Beiluo's misty luster became dim, and Xier took it lightly. Yiyun pondered for a moment and said, "This is how it is, it may not be easy for you to teach it a lesson. I will leave Beiluo Zixiao and bring them into the artistic conception together, so that Beiluo Zixiao will teach it a lesson. Maybe you will encounter the sword in Zishan. Perhaps, the magic sword I left in Zixiao Mountain will also show up."

"Okay." Xier took over Beiluo Zixiao with ease, and Yiyun turned her body out of her residence, and was about to get to know her new position she took office and she was basically familiar with.

...

Zishan slept again, dreamed again...

Zishan found that Beiluo Zishan was becoming more and more arrogant. She often ordered Zishan to pull it out of the sheath, especially when she didn't whistle and told stories to Zishan, Beiluo Zishan would always show manic emotions, conveying unquestionable information about the boss, and constantly asked Zishan to unscathed it.

"You don't look like Yiyun at all, just like a devil full of murder!" In the bloody space, Zishan scolded Beiluo Zishan, who turned into Yiyun's figure, and the Demon Sword seemed to have become very angry...

Zishan was considering whether to teach Beiluo Zishan a lesson. It was becoming more and more arrogant and less arrogant, and he was no longer taking his master seriously. He had already started to get angry at himself.

High in the blood-colored space, a sword with deep purple flames jumping, floating out of thin air. Zishan was surprised. It was Yiyun's sword, Beiluo Zixiao! The deep purple energy was blooming with circles of light, provoking, it was clearly provoking something, and Zishan could clearly feel it.

Beiluo's purple shirt turned into a sword shape, and rushed towards Beiluo Zixiao in the sky. Another sharp blade flashing with deep purple light suddenly appeared out of nowhere. There were 998 cold blades scattered around it, and along with another purple-red short sword, flying towards Beiluo Zixiao in the sky.

Zishan looked at the changes in the air with interest. It was obvious that Bei Luo Zixiao was provoking the three magic swords created by Yiyun at the same time. The three magic swords were full of anger at this provocation and actually joined forces to attack Bei Luo Zixiao.

Beiluo Zixiao turned into a human form, which can be said to be exactly the same as Yiyun, even her appearance was clear and distinct, with cold eyes. She held a deep purple sword in her hand and slashed out towards the three demon swords that flew to her. The three demon swords followed her into a human form, but they were the same, without faces, and looked very strange in the blood-colored space.

The 998 cold blades carried a deep purple light and rolled upwards like a tornado. After a loud noise, the 998 cold blades revealed a gap. The gap was cut by the Beiluo Zixiao with one sword. They were neatly inserted into the ground of the illusion, and continued to make sounds, as if they were moaning in pain...

The three transformed swords that roared upwards were thrown away by Bei Luo Zixiao's full force, and were thrown away in the opposite direction. Bei Luo Zixiao was not ruthless and appeared in front of the magic sword left by Yi Yun at the top of Zixiao's palace. The light sword in his hand slashed the transformed sword in half. The magic sword suddenly appeared in the shape of a sword. An extremely dazzling gap appeared in the sword body, and it fell into the center of 998 sharp blades.

Beiluo purple shirt emitted a rich purple light. Beiluo purple shirt and Beiluo Piaomiao paused slightly, and then they roared even more angrily and held on to attack the lightswords. Three deep purple lightswords kept fighting in the air. After a moment, the human form turned into three swords was completely gone, and the light emitted by the impact of the sword energy appeared in the air at high frequency.

After a while, Beiluo Zishan and Beiluo Piaomiao appeared on the ground with sword injuries all over their bodies, and seemed to be seriously hit. Both of them stood stubbornly. Beiluo Zishan's eyes were cold and strangled Beiluo Zishan's throat. The other hand was fist-shaped and hit Beiluo Zishan's body hard.

One punch is heavier than the other. Beiluo Zishan's luster was dim when bombarded. Her feet had already fallen into the ground, but she didn't say a word. Beiluo Zixiao seemed to be angry. Her fist shot down like raindrops. The transformed Beiluo Zishan had been beaten into a human form. After a moment, she restored her true form. The sword body and hilt were broken in many places, and there were many gaps in the blade body.

Beiluo Zixiao didn't even look at the tattered Beiluo Zishan, turned around and stretched out his hand to strangle Beiluo Piaomiao's throat, and repeated his actions to treat Beiluo Zishan. Until Beiluo Piaomiao fell like Beiluo Zishan, Beiluo Zixiao suddenly showed his true appearance and instantly lost trace in the illusion.

The fluctuating afterglow flashed in the space...

Zishan could hear the message from Bei Luo Zixiao, "Next time, I will beat you into dust..."

...

Zishan woke up and looked down at the sword at the waist. There were many broken parts at the hilt of the sword. Beiluo Zishan was very quiet.
Chapter completed!