I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 1167.5

[1168 The birthday banquet of Chu Gucheng is not far from the day of destruction]

In the past few days, countless murderous auras have soared into the sky at the junction of the two forces, and the sounds of countless battles and battles are shaking.

Countless figures were fighting there, blood flowed into rivers, corpses were everywhere, and large swaths of the universe were penetrated.

The karma is like a fire, and it continues to spread from there, and then radiates to the territory of Yaoting and Xianchu Haotu.

Many ancient existences feel that in the dark, the celestial phenomenon has become dim and blurred, and it is more difficult to catch a trace of signs and the future.

The battle between Yaoting and Xianchu Haotu can be regarded as the most tragic battle since the contemporary era of Xiyuan civilization, which has created countless murders and karma.

Even some beings who are not good at fortune and deduction can see that the luck of Yaoting and Xianchu Haotu has begun to be stained with turbidity.

This is not a good omen.

Xiyuan Church, like a mirror-like quiet lake.

One side of the temple stands, magnificent and splendid, flowing with radiance, the sun and the moon rotate, rumble and rumble.

In the center of the shrine, a figure dressed in snow seemed to be kneeling on an ancient bright mirror.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her slender jade hand fell on it, as if she was deducing something.

This is a beautiful and almost unreal woman, such as the bright pearl Tuxia, out of the dust, and incomparably beautiful.

The snow clothes are pure and white, the inner beauty is divine, and the jade bones are born. Even with his eyes closed, his face is almost perfect, and his temperament is as cold as vulgarity.

The skin is flawless and delicate, like an immortal jade, and can’t pick out a single blemish.

“Saint, Chu Gucheng, the king of Xianchu Haotu, is here again, accompanied by an old man in a golden robe.”

At this moment, the silence of this temple was suddenly broken.

A maid came down like a rainbow and reported.

Saintess Xiyuan frowned, as if she was slightly unhappy about being disturbed.

But she still opened her eyes and said calmly, “This is the first time that Chu Gucheng has been here? You go and tell him that I am at a critical juncture in my retreat, and I don’t see anyone.”

Although her words were calm, they were already difficult. hide some anger.

This is at least the fourth time that Chu Gucheng has come here. After being rejected for the first three times, she thought that Chu Gucheng should understand what she meant.

But who knew that Chu Gucheng was so unwilling to come back again.

Does this mean he wo n’t give up until he sees her?

“But saintess, it’s not Chu Gucheng who wants to see you this time, but the old man in golden robe beside him.” The maid said with some embarrassment.

“Huh? The golden-robed old man?”

Saintess Xiyuan frowned again.

She recalled the people she knew in her mind. Who would wear a golden robe? “Could it be Lao Jin? How could he

come to Xiyuan civilization?”

Headache.

She sighed inexplicably, stretched out her slender hand, and pinched the center of her eyebrows, as if she wanted to stretch it out.

If it is the old Jin, then she can’t be gone.

It was the old Jin who had a premonition that the black mist was coming again, which was probably related to the remnants of the black disaster, so he sent a message to inform Yu Xiyuan Church.

Then, with the help of the information from the old Jin, she became alert and began to deduce the future fate trajectory through the mirror of reincarnation.

The mirror of reincarnation has the mysterious function of reincarnation and deduction of fate.

During this time, she has been using this role to seek a ray of vitality for Xiyuan Church in the disaster.

If the trajectory of fate has not been rewritten, the future predicted in the mirror of reincarnation is probably coming soon.

Immortal Chu Haotu is not far from the day of destruction.