This younger brother of mine seems to be more powerful than myself, and I, the emperor of Xishu, will have to rely on him in the future.

The position of emperor that he has been fighting for for many years does not seem to be of much use, at least not in the eyes of those high-ranking immortal cultivators.

At this moment, Meng Xuancong seemed to understand why his younger brother Meng Xuanlang wanted to become an immortal.

Immortality seems to be very strong.

And when the emperor of a country is just the leader of humanity.

But what's the use?

It's no use at all.

"Brother, I will leave if I have something else to do. I will take care of Master's affairs in the next few days, and then I will return to Shushan. Let's meet again in the future." Meng Xuanlang said.

Although Meng Xuancong gained 300 years of life, these 300 years are just a passing moment for the cultivators, and they will basically pass after a few more retreats.

It's hard to say whether I will ever see my eldest brother again.

After leaving Xishu, Jiang Chi sent his Shushan disciples back to Shushan to continue their practice, while he himself disguised himself and went to a dangerous place.

There is one of the artifacts in the ten directions.

"If you want to seize the artifact, you can't do it with your true colors." Jiang Chian had a clear idea in his heart, and he knew all the details clearly.

The Southern Fantasy Bell is in the hands of Feiyan, the head of Taibai Sect.
Chapter completed!