The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Hiss!" Yan Chuan sighed slightly in pain.

Stopped by another big lake, weakly squeezing the ground with the Jade Emperor's sword, supporting him not to fall.

Looking at the reflection of himself on the lake, Yan Chuan almost couldn't open his eyes.

"This day? Super Yan Chuan? Ha ha! Too reckless, and I don't take my safety seriously. I don't like this feeling!" Yan Chuan gave a wry smile.

"Hi! It hurts, it's been a long time since I suffered such a serious injury!"

Yan Chuan gave a weak smile.

Gradually, when Yan Chuan felt that he was about to be unable to support him, he slowly turned his head, distorted and walked towards a big rock not far away.

"Moan!" "Moan!"……………………

The Jade Emperor Sword quickly slashed on the boulder, and in a blink of an eye, the boulder was hollowed out.

The hollowed out space is just enough for a person to lie in.

Grasping the half stone he took out, Yan Chuan slowly lay down in the cave. Block up the hole with half a stone.

The stone is completely natural again. If it weren't for the tiny gaps in the stone, no one would have noticed that the stone had been touched.

Even if Yan Chuan is weak, he does not forget his own safety. People can't hold on to it. Before going into a coma, he will find himself a hiding place that no one can think of.

In the stone cave, Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.

"The injury is serious, I hope I can recover some when I wake up!" Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.

Slowly, Yan Chuan stopped resisting the sleepiness caused by weakness, and gradually closed his eyes.

When I closed my eyes, suddenly there were two birdsongs from the outside world!

"Yin~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

"Yin~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

In the daze, Yan Chuan trembled slightly.

"Qingluan's voice? Qingluan's voice?" Yan Chuan thought vaguely.

But at this moment, the injury was too serious and too weak to be able to recover.

By the big lake, two Qingluans pulled a RV down.

It was the Qingluan pulling the cart that Yanchuan entered the Wind Demon Mountain Range looking for.

Qingluan stopped by the lake. On the platform of the RV, ten men with rigid faces slowly got out of the car, knelt on one knee, and greeted the people in the car.

The two maids opened the curtains, and a woman dressed in white slowly stepped out.

The woman in white holds a jade flute in her hand, like a white lotus out of water, looking clean.

Walking to the edge of the car, a subordinate knelt down and used her back as a stool to let her step off the car slowly.

A four maids serve around.

"Huh!" The white-clothed woman exhaled slightly.

"call out!"

In the distance, a white light came.

"Oh, god, you can't wait for me. Anyway, I will give you the message and the invitation! I am chasing me to death!"

Bang!

White light fell on the ground, revealing a man in a white Confucian robe.

The boy was holding a folding fan in his hand, panting, he was obviously very anxious to chase before.

The man is fat, with a lot of flesh on his face.

The anger gradually calmed down, and he turned to look at the woman in white with a serious face.

"Goddess, why did you stop here?" The man's voice was magnetic.

When serious, the whole person looks extremely righteous. Although people are a little fatter, they still have a kind of refined attitude.

"Oriental decent, don't pretend, the young lady is not happy to say you, are you still stubbornly following?" a maid said with disdain.

When the maid said, the man in Rupao suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled.

With this smile, the original righteousness suddenly disappeared. The smile, combined with the slightly oily face, suddenly made people can't help but think of the word ‘cheap’.

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