The Immortal Killing Grass in Jiuchong Mountain exudes a domineering and cold aura, as if it wants to suck up all the immortal energy that breaks into the territory.
Lian Yueqing's immortal energy continued to flow out, and her body gradually became transparent. A white lotus appeared and disappeared on her chest, emitting light like a moonlight. She looked at the man standing not far away and smiled weakly, "Little brother, why do you have to work so hard to get Xiao Qing's lotus heart?"
Ye Mochen said nothing, looking at Lian Yueqing whose immortal power was almost exhausted, with an expression that was indefinable.
Lian Yueqing smiled again, as if she had seen through the ethereal and helpless world. She took a deep breath and exhausted her immortal power to lift herself into the air. Suddenly, she was frantically grabbing for the Immortal Killing Grass. In just a moment, the lotus heart overflowed, and the penis turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
Lian Yueqing accelerated his disillusionment, leaving behind a lotus heart that exuded dim light. This was a heart that was holy, pure, spiritually pure, and a heart that Ye Mochen spent three years cultivating to help Lian Yueqing. It could give him the pure immortal power to compete with the three realms. He stretched out his slender white hand, and the lotus heart lay quietly in the palm of his hand.
When Ye Mochen turned around and left the mountain, he remembered the first time he saw Lian Yueqing. Her whole body is like a white lotus blooming under the moonlight, bathed in dew and facing the breeze, swaying casually, fresh and agile. Suddenly, he staggered a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood. He wiped away the blood indifferently and continued walking forward, as if he had no strength and could not even ride on the clouds.
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Fairies, illusions, illusions, separations and reunions are all just a dream. What you can truly possess is just a word of love, but whether you can grasp it or not can only be grasped in a moment of thought.