Immortal Voices Chapter 633: No dirt

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When Yun Jiu and Xuan Xuzi learned what Rong Xian was thinking, their expressions became weird.

Yun Jiu said in a subtle tone: "Since Emperor Xu is here personally, this Zong will definitely do this, please..."

Yun Jiu said entangledly: "Please don't worry about Emperor Xu."

Hearing his promise, Rong Xian suddenly opened his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't worry, after all, I have never heard Sect Master Yun say something that doesn't count."

Yun Jiu: "..." This compliment is a little perfunctory.

Now he just wants Rong Xian to leave quickly. As long as he thinks of what he promised, he feels that everything is wrong.

Xuan Xuzi was also very speechless on the side, and he also knew why Sect Master Yun would agree to such an outrageous thing.

Emperor Ke Xu ran a trip himself, and Yun Jiu had to give this face.

But as a sect master staring at the emperor’s harem, it’s strange how you think.

Rong Xian came to look for Yun Jiu and it was really just such a thing. Now in the world, apart from the mysterious guy in Xingchen Pavilion, only Yun Jiu can help her watch Wu Zun.

Now that the matter has been settled, Rong Xian is also going to leave simply.

She leaned towards Yun Jiu and said slowly: "I have to trouble Sect Master Yun to send me to the place just now."

Yun Jiu was speechless for a moment, and a sharp sword light flew out of the sword vortex in his eyes.

Sword Qi ran across the space in front, and a gap in the space was looming.

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows, and Shi Shiran said: "Thank you Sect Master Yun for his generosity."

After that, he turned and walked towards the crack.

At the moment of stepping into the crack, golden light flashed across Rong Xian's eyes.

The moment the golden glow flickered, the space crack shifted slightly.

Xuan Xuzi caught this deviation inadvertently and opened his mouth.

Before he could utter his voice, he watched Rong Xian disappear.

Xuanxuzi: "..."

When the crack closed, Xuan Xu Zimu turned his face toward Yun Jiu and said, "The space you are tearing is a bit deviated."

The word ‘deviation’ is a bit euphemistic. Clearly separated by a hundred and eight thousand miles, Yun Jiu is obviously unlikely to make such a low-level mistake.

So—"You did it on purpose!"

Yun Jiu: "..." Unprepared, a big pot fell from the sky and clasped it on his head.

Yun Jiu reluctantly said: "I am not, I don't."

Xuan Xuzi nodded, not knowing whether he believed it or pretended it.

Yun Jiu was helpless, obviously the space he drew out was quite normal, why it suddenly became crooked today.

He carefully sensed where the remaining breath fluctuations in the lower space belonged, and the sword energy vortex in his eyes turned faster.

There is only one thought in my mind: to suffer.

He can sense it, Xuan Xuzi can sense it too.

Xuanxuzi said in a calm tone: "Are you ready?"

Yun Jiuzui insisted: "What are you going to prepare?"

For his knowing questions, Xuan Xuzi directly ignored him, and said seriously: "Master Wu Gu will be here in a while."

The crack in the space was opened to the West Antarctica, how could the guardian Master Wu Gu not find it.

Everyone is old acquaintance. This is really a good idea.

Yun Jiu: "..." Why do you have to mention this unacceptable fact?

Before he was ready, a soft and Zen light flashed in front of him.

A barefoot monk dressed in a monk's robe and cassock stood on a lotus platform surrounded by Buddha's light.

He has a faint smile on his face. Seeing that smile, you seem to see the suffering and struggle of all living beings and the pure land of bliss without worry.

He stared at Yun Jiu. In Rong Xian's words, he seemed to be watching a lost lamb, which made Yun Jiu's face a little unsightly.

"While the poor monk was sitting in meditation, he suddenly heard of Brother Dao’s sword qi, and thought that Brother Dao finally figured out that he would come to the poor monk’s bliss and achieve the Bodhisattva’s Dharmakaya. Come with joy, brother Dao will definitely not let the poor The monk is disappointed." Master Wu Gu did not speak slowly, and he felt like a lotus tongue.

Yun Jiu glanced down at the swords on his knees, and a sneered smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew this monk hated the most.

Yun Jiu's figure suddenly turned into thousands of sword shadows, and his voice came from all directions, clearly in his ears: "Dead bald donkey, stop fighting."

Xuan Xuzi: "...It's a monk, not a bald donkey."

Xuanxuzi is a little helpless, but also can't figure it out. He feels that the relationship between Master Wu Gu and Yun Jiu is completely evil.

As long as Master Wu Gu sees Yun Jiu, he will find ways to turn him into the Western Paradise.

And as long as Yun Jiu sees Master Wugou, he will never speak well without a match.

Rong Xian has no idea what happened between them.

At this time, Rong Xian, who was stepping on the land of West Antarctica, brushed her sleeves carelessly, and said solemnly: "There is no need to pick a day for this matter."

Rong Xian is so frank, she doesn't hide her at all, and bases her happiness on the suffering of others. #幸遊乐害# takes it for granted.

She didn't know that Master Wugou had searched for it, but she could guess that after a space crack appeared, the West Antarctica would definitely be able to find fault.

"Tsk, may Lord Buddha bless you, Sect Master Yunjiu." Rong Xian said pretentiously.

She looked around, and felt that the aura of the West Antarctica carried a clean and deceptive scent.

The place where the Lord Buddha was born in the legend is really extraordinary.

She fluttered gently, eagerly exploring every inch of the land.

The whole Buzhou seems relatively barren, but Rong Xian faintly senses a lot of power.

She bent down and was about to cut off a weed in front of her, and an anxious voice sounded.

"Wait, girl, you can't pick the ginseng."

The moment the voice fell, there was a ‘crack’, and the grass folds directly.

Rong Xian casually played with the grass in his hand, turned around to look at the dumbfounded little monk, smiling brightly and said: "Ah, the little monk said it was a bit late, I didn't react at all."

"You, you..." The little monk pointed to Rong Xian for a long time, unable to speak.

Rong Xian sighed lightly, and took two steps forward, raising his right hand with his left hand, and holding the hand of the little monk.

The little monk's face turned red with a sigh, and his neck was red, as if smoking was about to come.

"Women, female benefactors, these are absolutely impossible. The poor monks are monks, so they can't commit this female sex." The little monk said in embarrassment and embarrassment.

Rong Xian paused, then raised her right hand if nothing had happened, and put the weeds in the hands of the little monk.

She said kindly: "I'm so sorry, I folded the little master's grass. Here, let's return this grass."

The little monk looked down at the grass in his hand and was a little silly. Yuan, it turns out that he would be wrong.

"I actually didn't know that the weeds in the mountains are owned by them." Rong Xian's tone was a little surprised.

She looked around and looked at this large area of ​​dry and ugly weeds, clutching her chest and saying against her conscience: "The little master's hobby is very special, and most people can't grow it like this."