The entire ghost city is empty, the power of the catastrophe is scattered, and the killing machine is pervasive, but it is terrifyingly still!

It's a kind of dead silence, if you're in the distant shijie, watching everything in a ghost town, it's like looking at a bizarre picture.

There are characters, magic weapons, colors, and killing intent, but there is no movement or sound.

The people in the sky above the ghost town understand that if this battle starts, then the cost will be extremely heavy. Because, for the time being, neither side has an overwhelming advantage.

The follow-up to this battle is a question that everyone is thinking about.

The heavenly treasure is exhausted, and the Dharma body is erect. There are clouds in the book of war: the soldiers who surrender without a fight are also good people.

That is the highest level of fighting! Fighting is the means of zuihou.

Both sides are building momentum!

"Alas!"

But just when this confrontation could collapse at any time, the void was a little distorted, and everyone was about to suffocate, a soft sigh broke the solemn dead silence.

Under the shadow of the purple ghostly flag, in the void, a four-person sedan chair gradually appeared. It's an amazing feeling. The purple gas is thick, like water lines, and the small sedan chair is reflected from it, like a dream.

The flat-topped sedan chair is extremely plain, with a white curtain, and above it is an ancient city of ink painting, with green mountains in the distance, quite freehand, quiet and long.

At the top of the white sedan curtain, there is a pale yellow tassel, and in the middle there is a string of white jade wind chimes, which is extremely rare and exquisite.

The breeze is coming, the wind chimes are shaking, tinkling, crisp and melodious.

At this time, in the silence, the crisp and faint wind chimes echoed in everyone's hearts. Fresh and wonderful, indescribable!

It was a string of real fairy bells, and the fairy sound reverberate, as if it could sweep away all the filth of the world.

Zaijian's four palanquin men, all dressed in white, stood quietly in the void. The appearance is standard, the expression is calm, quiet and calm, and there is a faint water-colored light on each body, which is not stained with dust.

Four monks from the Upper Realm of the Water Tribulation!

All the Sea Desolate Cultivators who could see the cultivation of the four people all gasped a few times.

Such a jiashi is too rebellious!

One night in the ghost town, many monks have made up enough of the number of calamities they can see in their lifetime. It seems that robbery is not robbery, but a handful of repairs, which is too worthless.

There are also many monks who are embarrassed, and they are usually proud of one place and one party, and some people call them seniors. But now I know that after practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, I have no qualifications to carry a sedan chair for others.

Who's in the plain sedan chair?

The sedan chair bearers are all robbed and repaired by the water robbery, so the realm of the people in the sedan chair is unimaginable?

Under the shadow of the purple ghostly flag, the plain sedan emitted a faint halo, is this a mysterious figure in the purple ghost city again?

"Zhanlong, Jin Feng, don't be impatient!" A man's voice came from the plain sedan chair, his voice was quite magnetic, diluted and peaceful, but it was full of the style of a king.

"Yes!" As soon as this voice came out, Zhanlong and Jin Feng hurriedly bowed down, their attitudes were extremely respectful, without hesitation, they stood with their hands down, on both sides of the plain sedan chair.

The Blood Dragon, the Black Phoenix, the Purple Shadow Holy Flag, and the Six Tribulations in the Void have all become the background and embellishment of this plain sedan chair.

And Granny Qianhua looked at the plain sedan chair, but her eyes were full of sadness, almost tears, but more of a deep despair.

She knew that as soon as this little sedan came out, neither she nor Amu would be able to leave today.

In fact, she had long wondered, how could Purple Shadow City only let the two holy envoys descend on the Sea Wilderness with the deities of the Purple Shadow Holy Banner? That didn't conform to the rules of Purple Shadow City.

When the Purple Shadow Sacred Banner deity comes to the world, there must be more important people accompanying him. However, she didn't know who it would be. No matter what Granny Qianhua thought, even if she thought of the presence of the Purple Shadow City Lord, she would not have thought that it would be this plain sedan chair that appeared.

Such a plain sedan chair, the entire Purple Ghost City is like this, but it should have been seventeen thousand years and has not been carried out. Because, it belongs to a character who has been sleeping in reincarnation.

"A thousand flowers, I haven't seen them for 17,000 years, it's like a world away!" At this time, the man's magnetic voice in the sedan chair came, but it was full of emotion and sadness.

"Three...... Childe!" Granny Qianhua's voice trembled slightly, and she responded, "You...... Woke up ......"

"Hmm!" The man in the sedan chair seemed to nod and sighed again, "Seventeen thousand years is like a dream, when I wake up, the sun, moon and stars, the rotation is still the same, but the flowers bloom and fall, and things are not people!"

The sun, moon and stars, the rotation is still the same, but the flowers bloom and fall, and the things are not people!

In this sentence, I don't know how many vicissitudes of the past, how many endless sorrows, and how many unclear meanings?

Even if it's a thousand flowers, it may not be fully understood! When each other's shijie is no longer intertwined, then there must be one less understanding.

"Qianhua, go back to the city with me! With me, I will definitely give you a fair return!" said the man in the sedan chair slowly.

Granny Qianhua's body was shocked, and two lines of muddy and cold tears finally flowed.

She knew that the man in the sedan chair would never lie to her, but she still wouldn't go back. Because, when a lot of things happen, they don't change.

How much she wished that he would wake up, and how many times she wept at the top of the mountain where he was retreating! But he must have fallen asleep so peacefully, reincarnated so peacefully, and practiced so peacefully.

"Seventeen thousand years, you woke up too late and too late! Everything has passed!" After a while, Granny Qianhua controlled her emotions and said slowly.

Time cannot be reversed!

No matter what it is, love and hatred come too late, there is no meaning and taste, and there can only be empty hatred.

"Qianhua, go back to the city with me, I will use supreme mana to reverse the time and restore your former beautiful appearance!" Although the voice of the person in the sedan chair was as calm as possible, it was still slightly rippling.

Supreme mana, time reversal! What kind of cultivation and spirit is this? At this time, even the blue devil also changed color slightly, and the cultivation of the person in the sedan chair was too high.

"Hehe!" Granny Qianhua shook her head and smiled bitterly, "The third son, the former Dragon Clan Qianhua, is dead. Even if you have a thousand kinds of mana to restore my youthful appearance, what is the point of that? The heart is no longer the heart, even if the immortal Buddha cannot change everything. Now Qianhua is just an old woman, don't bother the third son! If you remember a trace of friendship in the past, you will let us go, Qianhua is grateful!"

Everyone was shocked! To let the arrogant mother-in-law of Qianhua say such a thing is enough to show how powerful the person in the sedan chair is, otherwise even if there is the slightest possibility of escape, even if the soul is scattered and will fall into reincarnation forever, with the temperament of Qianhua, it will never be such a tone.

"The heart is no longer the heart, even if it is an immortal Buddha, it can't change everything?" The man in the sedan chair repeated the words of a thousand flowers, and there was a trace of confusion in his words, "Then what is the meaning of my 17,000-year-old practice?"

However, it is obvious that the man in the sedan chair is a person with a firm heart, and that confusion is only fleeting.

"Qianhua, I, Purple Ghost City, have been guarding the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture for generations! Everything should be the most important thing about the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, this will not be wrong!" The man in the sedan chair said firmly.

"What the third prince said is right!" Granny Qianhua paused, "However, I believe that the second lady will not be wrong if she sees further!"

"Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower!" The man in the sedan chair seemed to suddenly ponder these four words, as if these four words contained some unsolved secrets.

"Where is Phantom Flower?" The man in the sedan chair was silent for a long time, and the string of white jade wind chimes on the sedan curtain resounded a little eagerly.

"I really don't know!" Granny Chika smiled bitterly. This sentence is not a lie. Six reincarnations, where is the soul of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, and where does Granny Qianhua know?

"Qianhua, if I had been awake back then, I would definitely not have let the phantom flower descend on the sea wilderness, and it would have been a big mistake in the end! However, the matter has come to this point, and there is no way back! You and this young man, you should go back to the city with me!" The man in the sedan chair said politely, with a tactful tone, but in fact, he said to Fang Cai Jin Feng with the same meaning.

The third son of Purple Shadow City, how can he refuse his words?

Mother-in-law Qianhua looked at the plain sedan chair and sneered: "Third son, you are amazingly talented! Back then, the heavenly maiden said that your achievements in the past were above her! However, you can't avoid vulgarity! I also believe in the theory of a child! What's more, this young man is not a child!"

"Yes or no! Go back to the city, and be free to decide! I can keep him safe. The tone of the man in the sedan chair was indifferent, but his attitude was resolute and unmoved by the thousand flowers.

"In this case, the third son, if you don't remember the old friendship, please do it! Qianhua has already said that if you want to take away the heir of the demon Lang, please step on the corpse of Qianhua! This is the order of the second young lady. Granny Qianhua's tone was resolute and she didn't say anything more. He knew that the character of these three sons was so stubborn that it was difficult to change.

The man in the sedan was a little silent.

17,000 years of sleeping reincarnation, the man in the sedan chair has a different way of cultivating, the immortal heart is firm, and it is difficult to make waves. Even if there are microwaves, it will be calm instantly.

Those with great ambitions must have perseverance! Not to mention, people who step on immortals? Many things will be regarded as floating clouds after the past.

Even if the thousand flowers are beautiful and swaying back then, they will not change the persistent heart of the immortals! What they pursue is always the Great Dao!

"That's it!" the man's voice in the sedan chair was still the same, "Qianhua, seventeen thousand years, you and I zaijian, I didn't expect it to be like this." Then let me go against your will once and forcibly take you away!"

The tone of the man in the sedan chair was like saying an extremely ordinary thing, and it was really not difficult for him to take away Qianhua and Amu!

This time, if it weren't for Qianhua and Chizi, he wouldn't have come to the Sea Desolate Divine State.

"Stroking the long sword, stepping on the snow song, long and eternal, flicking your fingers and hurrying by! No matter how old the sky is wasted, with red face and white hair, who can know me? The rolling red dust is immeasurable, who is an immortal? Who is a magic ?......?"

The singing voice from the sedan chair is clear and far-reaching, desolate and heroic. This is the song of hatred that has been sung by Phantom Flowers for eternity. As soon as this song comes out, the phantom flower will kill the power, and above the sea wilderness, it will definitely be bloody and bloody.

This song of hatred is almost a nightmare of the funeral song of the sea wilderness.

At this time, the man in the sedan chair sang a song of hatred, and his mind was clear, but the man in the sedan chair did not get out of the sedan chair at all.

I saw that the white jade wind chimes on the sedan curtain swayed, clanging and ding, and a round of green qi gradually dispersed with the small sedan chair as the center.

When the blue devil saw it, his face changed suddenly.