Chapter 2147 Meeting Purple Heart

Feeling emotional for a while, Yang Qingxuan restrained his mind, and with a flash of fire marks between his brows, his consciousness came into a vast ocean of fire.

It is the purple flame void, the sea of ​​fire at this moment is no longer purple, and slowly turned into the original color of the fire element.

Yang Qingxuan's golden eyes flashed, and he found that Er Gouzi was already lying in the depths of the flames and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand to make a tactic, and a beam of flame sucked his hand from below, completely igniting himself, and then his body melted into fire little by little, completely integrated with the flame that burned him, and then shattered, turning into countless flames, falling Into the sea of ​​fire.

When the consciousness returned to the body, the fire mark on the center of Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows flashed and turned into a fiery red color. It was the mark of an enemy in the world, and it began to change under the original fire.

Just now Yang Qingxuan led Mu Shaobai's original fire into his body and combined it with his own original fire.

A raging fire is burning vigorously in the dantian, and the energy inside is extremely chaotic and hot. Although they are originally one, they cannot be well integrated, and it takes a certain amount of time to fuse with each other.

Yang Qingxuan recalled that when he merged into Huoyuan's memory, it felt as if he had completely returned to the Dao, being one with the heaven and the earth, completely selfless.

At this moment, a green light shot out from a distance, turning into a ball of light and hovering in front of Yang Qingxuan, with some words flashing inside.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at it, and the ball of light dispersed by itself with a wave of his hand.

It was Ziran who sent the news that the God King had left the customs.

Yang Qingxuan calculated that he had stayed in this secret room for more than a month, so he immediately took all the breath out of his body and went straight out.

Zi Ran was already waiting outside, glanced at Yang Qingxuan, and smiled in surprise: "Congratulations, Mr. Qingxuan, you have retreated for a month, and your cultivation base and aura are completely different."

Yang Qingxuan didn't know if the old man really saw something, or just a few polite words of flattery, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Master Ziran, you're being polite."

Zi Ran said: "The King of God is leaving the customs and wants to summon the young master, please come with me."

At that moment, the two of them walked in front of the Shenwang Mansion for a while, passed through several corridors and courtyards, and came to a beautiful side hall.

Yang Qingxuan froze for a moment, the decoration in the hall was extremely elegant and generous, yet dignified. Under the exquisite and domineering empty throne, stood seven stunning women who were all over the country and city.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan entered, Zi Ran bowed and retreated.

The seven pairs of eyes, each with their own charm, looked over at the same time, all showing playful eyes, with different thoughts. But without exception, they all looked him up and down.

Among them, Ziyun, Zixia, Ziyi, Yang Qingxuan had seen before, and four other women, all of them were graceful and noble, like a lotus out of water, it was unforgettable at a glance.

Among them, what surprised Yang Qingxuan the most was Ziyun, her face was extremely pale, and she was much thinner than when he first saw her, and her eyes were quite dull, full of apathy, as if she was afraid of something.

Zixia, on the other hand, was expressionless, standing there quietly, just glanced at Yang Qingxuan, with a playful and strange chuckle from the corner of her mouth, then looked forward and never looked at him again.

There were only one man and seven women in the whole hall. Yang Qingxuan was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and greeted them with fists together: "I have seen all the fairies, have you eaten?"

Ziyi couldn't help laughing out with a "puchi".

Ziyun and Zixia were expressionless, while the other four girls glanced at Yang Qingxuan contemptuously, secretly thinking that he was a handsome young man, but he was a full-fledged bumpkin, did they eat it? eat your sister! If you had to pay attention to the dignified and elegant appearance, the old lady would have scolded her directly.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yang Qingxuan smiled sheepishly, and walked directly to a pillar, leaning there with his arms folded, waiting for Zixin to come over.

Ziyan covered her mouth and smiled, looked at Zixia playfully, "giggled" and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Seventh Sister for finding a good husband, I think this brother-in-law's cultivation is at the early stage of Nine Stars."

The other women had smiles on their cheeks, but their eyes were different, as if they had their own thoughts.

Of Zixin's seven adopted daughters, except that Zixia is a clone of her true self, which no one knows about, the other six daughters are all talented, intelligent, amazingly gifted, and each has talent, otherwise they would not have been chosen by Zixin as adopted daughters.

Zi Yan said again: "After Seventh Sister gets married, it may be difficult for our sisters to meet again. Seventh Sister, you should write back frequently."

Zixia still didn't pay attention, just stood there quietly with burning eyes.

Seeing that Zixia ignored her at all, Ziyan felt that she was making fun of herself, so she snorted softly, flicked her sleeves, and stopped sarcasm.

Yang Qingxuan thought, you won't really marry Zixia to me, will you? This Zixia's strength is unfathomable, far from being as simple as it appears on the surface. As a foster mother, the Zixin God King should know her details and strength, right?

Just thinking about it, suddenly a strong coercion fell in the air, and Yang Qingxuan's blood congealed all over his body, as if he was about to suffocate.

But this feeling only passed away in an instant. On the gilded throne above, there was already a woman in palace attire, her whole body wrapped in a purple robe, with a light veil on her face, only revealing a pair of sparkling eyes.

"I have seen my mother!"

The seven girls hurriedly stood in a row and knelt down on both knees to worship.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to push her, stood upright, cupped his fists and said, "I've seen Master Zixin."

Zi Xin stared at him, and snorted coldly: "When you see this king, why don't you kneel down and pay homage?"

"Kneel down?" Yang Qingxuan said with a half-smile: "Recently, my knees are hurting a bit, and I really can't kneel down anymore. I hope Lord God King will forgive me."

The faces of the seven girls all changed, and when they were about to scold, Zi Xin said flatly: "If that's the case, then stand still."

Except for Zixia and Ziyun, all the seven daughters showed stunned faces. When did the mother become so talkative?

Zi Xin said to Seventh Girl: "You guys also get up."

Except for Ziyun, the other six girls got up one after another, but Ziyun knelt even lower, her whole body lay on the ground, trembling.

"Who is still kneeling here? Hey, it's Master Ziyun, what are you doing, you're killing me." Zi Xin's eyes became colder, and the murderous aura on her body was revealed little by little.

Ziyun was so frightened that she sobbed softly, she kept whispering: "Mother, please spare my life, I beg my mother to spare me, I won't dare again."

Ziyi couldn't bear it, she stepped forward and said: "Mother, Eldest Sister was confused for a while, she is willing to be punished, but I still ask Mother to spare Eldest Sister's life."

"Hmph, save your life?" Ziyan sneered, "Sixth sister, do you know what crime this bitch committed? How dare she plead for her? It is already the biggest thing for her to live for another month to see her mother." Your kindness. Do you have any collusion with this bitch?"

Ziyi said angrily: "Third sister, please speak with respect!"