"Okay, Yang Zhijiu can never die, but you must give me all your Sun Mountain, so just treat it as a redeemable life for Yang Zhijiu!" Mo Yuxi said lightly.

"Sun Mountain?" The Daojun Maori's eyes were angry.

This is the best treasure of Daojun Maori, of course, the strongest treasure on the surface!

"Yuxi Daojun, you have such a big appetite!" Daojun, Maori, was unwilling to say.

"It doesn't matter if the Taoist Lord of Mao Ri can't bear to leave the Sun Mountain. Just let Yang Zhijiu be responsible for the bloody case of the Beimo Palace!" Mo Yuxi said in a deep voice.

Daojun pinched his fist and stared at Mo Yuxi.

"What? Do you still want to kill someone to silence me?" Mo Yuxi sneered.

Daojun Mao Ri took a few deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Okay, since Yuxi Daojun spoke, how could I give me the gift of not giving in? However, I won't send it to Sun Mountain. If you have the ability, go and get it yourself!" Daojun Maori said coldly.

"The Sun Mountain is always emitting the true sun fire. I know that ordinary people dare not approach it at all, but it will take no time to take it, Daojun, the Daoist, will bother!" Mo Yuxi said worriedly.

"Hmph!" Maori Daojun snorted coldly.

"By the way, Daojun Mao Ri came here just now, I wonder what's wrong?" Mo Yuxi said again.

Daojun, Maori, looked at Jin Dayu with his eyelids twitching.

Jin Dayu offended Sun Mountain? At this moment, Daojun Maori could no longer say it. After all, Sun Mountain is no longer his own.

With a swing of his sleeves, the Taoist Lord of Mao rushed up to the sky and ignored everyone. In a blink of an eye, the Taoist Lord of Mao disappeared.

"Yu Xi, you exchange Yang Zhijiu's life for Sun Mountain! Will it be...?" Yan Chuan frowned.

Mo Yuxi smiled slightly and said, "No, Yang Zhijiu is the lifeblood of the Taoist Lord of Mao Ri. Although I don't know why, in my identity, you should understand that you may not be able to kill Yang Zhijiu, but this Sun Mountain should be what you need!"

A trace of emotion flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes.

"Jin Dayu!" Yan Chuan shouted without looking back.

"I'm here!"

"Go, that Sun Mountain, from today, will be yours! Get it early to collect so as not to cause trouble!" Yan Chuan said.

Looking at Yan Chuan's back, Jin Dayu's face suddenly showed joy.

"Yes, thank you, thank you, Daojun!" Jin Dayu said excitedly.

Then, Jin Dayu flew away quickly and disappeared in an instant.

The Taoist Lord of Mao Day left with anger and returned to his hall.

"Dad, who made you angry just now?" Yang Zhijiu frowned.

The Taoist Lord of Mao Ri looked at Yang Zhijiu, without any blame, but said, "Who else can it be, Mo Yuxi! Humph!"

Yang Zhijiu's face changed, and his face became gloomy at this moment.

"By the way, dad, Yang Gu..., the boss took them away!" Yang Zhijiu said.

"Well? Gu Yue left with your six brothers?" Maori Daojun said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Yang Guyue is getting more and more excessive, and she is less and less careful about her father!" Yang Zhijiu said in a stir.

"Yes!" Maori Daojun responded coldly.

"Report!" A cultivator rushed into the hall.

"Daojun, there is a three-legged golden crow that we can't stop after going to Sun Mountain!" the cultivator said anxiously.

"So quickly? I'll send someone to pick it up?" Maori Daojun's face darkened.

"Mr. Dao, do you want to summon your disciples..." the cultivator asked.

"No, let him take it!" Maori Daojun said in a deep voice.

"Haha, a strange bird wants to steal Sun Mountain? As long as it touches it, it will be burned clean!" Yang Zhijiu said disdainfully.

The cultivator left in a daze.

About half an hour, the cultivator broke into the hall again.

"Dao, Taoist, no more, that three-legged golden crow swallowed, swallowed, swallowed, swallowed the Sun Mountain!" The cultivator said inexplicably.

Daojun Maori's eyelids twitched wildly, but they still suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Swallow? Just kidding, the Sun Fire Spirit in Sun Mountain will surely die when touched. Who dares to swallow it?" Yang Zhijiu exclaimed.

"It's true, young master!" the cultivator shouted.

Yang Zhijiu was stunned.

"You all go out, I want to be quiet!" Maori Daojun said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the two responded-

Outside the Mingfeng Palace.

"Your Majesty, I will refine the gate of heaven as soon as possible and live up to the emperor's grace!" Jin Dayu said excitedly.

"Well, you can choose a main hall to refine it first. When you leave, I will call you again!" Yan Chuan said.

"yes!"

In a flash, Yan Chuan has been in the Holy Land of Dazhao for a month.

The sky gradually darkened, and Yan Chuan and Mo Yuxi stood on a huge terrace outside the Mingfeng Hall and looked at the countless lights of the Dazhou City in front of them.

"Bang!" "Bang!"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Spells soared into the sky from the Great Zhou City, like fireworks in the mortal world, blooming beautiful light in the sky.

"In the mortal world, today is the New Year. Even if many people embark on the road of cultivation, they still do not forget this traditional festival, which has created the annual beautiful scenery of magic soaring into the sky in Dazhou City!" Mo Yuxi held Yan Chuan's hand and looked at the countless beautiful magic scenes in front of them like fireworks blooming.

"Because only by remembering these traditions can you feel that you are still alone!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

The two of them held hands like this and looked at the beautiful scenery. There was no closer action, but in this situation, their hearts were closely intertwined. This was also a kind of beauty!

"Bang!" "Bang!"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

One by one, one spell to the sky, today's Great Zhou City is destined to be a city that never sleeps.

"However, over the years, perhaps Mr. Wen Ruo encouraged that more and more people will participate in this kind of activity on the New Year's Day, and the New Year in Dazhou City is becoming more and more beautiful!" Mo Yuxi said.

"Oh? I just said, it seems that my Wuyou City is not as strong as it is. It turns out that it was developed deliberately by Mr. Wen Ruo!" Yan Chuan thought about it.

"Look, over there!" Mo Yuxi suddenly pulled Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan followed Mo Yuxi's expectation. However, on a prominent terrace, there was a woman in red standing on the top of the Youyue Daojun Taoist Temple. The woman in red was fluttering in her clothes, and she looked at her intoxicatedly.

"Who is she?" Yan Chuan's expression moved.

"She is Su Sanniang!" Mo Yuxi sighed slightly.

Su Sanniang?

Yan Chuan was thinking about it and immediately looked down at the foot of the mountain. Yan Chuan searched around the foot of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain was dark, but with Yan Chuan's intentional attention, he could still see clearly.

In a small forest, Yan Chuan finally saw his guess, Mr. Wen Ruo.

At this moment, Mr. Wen Ruo was hiding in a small forest, looking at the top of the mountain affectionately in his eyes and Su Sanniang.

Seeing Su Sanniang laughing, Mr. Wen Ruo also laughed.

Mo Yuxi saw Yan Chuan staring below and looked over.

"Mr. Wenruo?" Mo Yuxi said in surprise.

"Mr. Wen Ruo has done so much of the annual fireworks conference, but it turns out that he just wants to smile!" Yan Chuan sighed.

"Yes, it's a pity that Su Sanniang and Youyue Daojun were husband and wife in their previous lives. Mr. Wen Ruo could only be more affectionate!" Mo Yuxi shook her head.

As he said that, Mr. Wenruo frowned below and a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

Yan Chuan turned his head and looked at Su Sanniang, but it was next to Su Sanniang. Youyue Daojun suddenly appeared. Youyue Daojun grabbed a cloak and put it on Su Sanniang. Su Sanniang turned her head and looked at Youyue Daojun with affection. The man's affection was extremely sweet, and they looked at the scene of magic fireworks in the city in the distance.

At the foot of the mountain, Mr. Wen Ruo in the forest looked even more and more desolate.

"Mr. Wen Ruo and Su Sanniang are childhood sweethearts, but they are not as good as husband and wife for the rest of their lives!" Mo Yuxi sighed slightly.

"A lifetime?" Yan Chuan thought.

"Yes, I have witnessed so many unforgettable life in my life. Although I have no doubts about Mr. Wen Ruo, they have experienced only a kind of hazy love. How can I compare to the unforgettable life in my life?" Mo Yuxi shook her head and said with a pity.

Yan Chuan looked at Mr. Wen Ruo at the foot of the mountain with a look.

"Qinglong!" Yan Chuan shouted to the Qinglong in the distance.

"Hmm?" The blue dragon flew quickly in the distance.

"Go down, go on later, invite Mr. Wen Ruo to the Mingfeng Palace. I have something to tell him!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Qinglong nodded.

"What are you?" Mo Yuxi said in confusion.

"Maybe, I have a way to make up for this regret!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.
To be continued...