The East Affairs is over.

Kiyohara escaped.

The plan of the monks failed.

This great merit is still unknown.

But the starlight went southeast, which made many monks feel ready to move.

After passing Lindong, the vast abilities of Qingyuan's man had been widely spread throughout the world, and anyone who heard of them was shocked.

From what Lindong saw, it can be speculated that unless the human immortal takes action, even if we gather more than ten great real people in the eighth level of heaven, it would be useless to face the great real people in the Cave Xuan Tower in Qingyuan.

But there is still a chance at the moment, just because Qingyuan was seriously injured and almost exhausted. Before he recovered, it was the best time to kill him, otherwise, only the human immortal could do it.

The stars fall in the southeast direction, not knowing how far away.

But looking east, all the monks and even the masters who were heading southeast were in a state of turmoil.

Everyone thinks that their family is the true emperor. Even in the hearts of those cultivators who have insufficient Taoism, there are many people who have such thoughts: "Lindong gathers nearly half of the cultivators in the world, but still cannot kill Qingyuan, and only seriously injured him. Perhaps, he will eventually become his own fortune. The countless cultivators in Lindong have only made wedding dresses for his family."

At the same time, Shouzhengdao Sect also issued strict orders, except for the disciples who guarded the situation of Zhongtu Fengshen, all those who could be taken out would chase the southeast.

...

East China Sea.

Xuan Songzi originally believed that Qingyuan would definitely die this time. Even if Ge Guoer had great skills, he would be unable to resist half of the human immortals in the world. However, he did not expect that there would be people who would be born out of nowhere.

"north……"

Xuan Songzi's eyes were calm and he said, "Gods and demons? They are also like demons and immortals. Looking at the depth of the breath, they feel a little familiar. Could it be that the mandrill is resurrected?"

The mountain mandrill was killed by the Immortal Lord Lu Yang, and the matter was strange. The Immortal Lord Daoxuan naturally did not doubt that the Immortal Lord Lu Yang took action, nor did he doubt that the death of the Immortal Lord, but he felt that the death of the Immortal Lord was too simple.

After all, the Immortal Lord Daoxuan had an intersection with this mandrill, and the art of Taoist eyes in the eight directions was actually spread because of this.

Although it is true that the death of the mandrill is true, he realized that the mandriller tribe appeared in the world and felt different. However, over the years, the years have never changed, so he ignored the past. As far as what he saw today is concerned, this mandriller still has a way to resurrect.

"Returning from rebirth after many years can be considered as having barely survived his life with the sword of the Immortal Lord Lu Yang."

"However, even if this mandrille is resurrected, why should it help Qingyuan?"

"Qingyuan is now a disaster. Anyone who gets close to him will cause disaster. This guy has just been resurrected. If Immortal Master Lu Yang knows it, he will give it another sword. He doesn't want to save his life and dare to get involved in major events in the world?"

Xuan Songzi patted his head, with a strange look and thought to himself: "Or, the path will go north?"

...

Where is Nanliang.

Qi Xinnian stood with his hands behind his back.

In fact, he is as rebellious as him, and knows that if he is in Qingyuan's position, he will definitely die.

Unexpectedly, Qingyuan was able to escape?

"north?"

Qi Xinnian pondered: "I heard about the fairy lotus back then, and I went to the north, but I also came into contact with the old mandrill... Why is this like the way of the mandrill clan?"

He was also an outstanding disciple of the pre-Qin Mountains and Seas. Compared with ordinary monks, he had to know many secrets.

Moreover, although his practice method is not as sharp as that of Dongxuan Tower, he has a more extraordinary understanding of the great human beings and immortals and can know many things.

"It seems that no such figure has ever appeared in the Mandrill clan."

"The ancestor of the mountain mandrills has a person comparable to that of human immortals, but after many years, it has long been destroyed. Even if it is not destroyed, it is difficult to have such ability to resist several human immortals."

"Looking through the ages, among the mandrills, I am afraid that only the ancestor born from the heaven and earth has such ability... Could it be that this guy has resurrected?"

Qi Xinnian frowned slightly, his thoughts turned sharply, and he had countless thoughts, "From those rays of light, it seems to have used its old body, and its methods are not so high... If you fight, you may not be better than me."

A thrilling light flashed in his eyes.

Demon Immortal!

The demon immortal who has not yet recovered!

The lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and perhaps this demon immortal is even better than an ordinary semi-immortal.

"What a great opponent."

Qi Xinnian licked her lower lip and whispered: "But, the best opponent is not you after all."

He smiled, but at this moment, he looked towards Lindong, with a hint of joy.

The canon of the ears leaned down and couldn't help but feel trembling as he listened to him muttering.

"Give orders to prepare a banquet, and receive distinguished guests with the highest etiquette in the palace."

Qi Xinnian walked out of the mansion and looked into the sky from afar, and could faintly see the light coming towards the Southern Liang.

It was a golden light.

One person stood above the golden light.

There is also a white cloud dragon beside him.

The person who came was not someone else, but Qi Shizheng, a contemporary disciple of the pre-Qinshan and sea world.

Golden light is a golden dragon.

The white clouds are mirage dragons.

Both real dragons are mounts.

“It’s not a small show.”

Qi Xinnian laughed, stood with his hands behind his back, and said Youyou: "It's time to welcome the new national savvy."

The ear canonist who had just left not far happened to hear this sound and suddenly trembled. When he remembered the various differences in the New Year in recent days, he seemed to have guessed something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

...

On the Venerable Platform.

A vast billion miles.

In the quiet void, there is no sound or wind.

The boy Baihe was wearing a light white dress. He didn't say a word, his expression was cold, and he remained unchanged forever. He just sat cross-legged and remained silent.

Looking from afar, his skin was fair and his white clothes were as white as snow, like a sculpture condensed from white jade, which seemed to have become part of this quiet void.

Suddenly, a ray of spiritual light came from below and threw itself to the Fengshen Platform.

However, this spiritual light touched the Fengshen Platform and suddenly retreated, as if a gust of wind blew out from the Fengshen Platform and blew it away.

This soul is originally nameless on the List of the Gods and is not taken by the Gods and is therefore rejected.

The boy Baihe suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grab it.

That soul suddenly started.

He was in the Battle of the Gods Taichung, and his soul entered the Battle of the Gods Taichung.

The boy Baihe looked at a wisp of soul in the middle of his left palm, and the indifference between his eyebrows slightly disappeared.

All the people in the world have their own personalities, and it is rare to see people like you.

The boy Baihe didn't say a word, but he just sighed a little in his heart.

Then, he pressed his right hand back and bent his five fingers.

A breeze suddenly emerged from this windless void, and the Gods List swayed gently, a ray of light was transparent and white, overflowing from the list.

The boy Baihe captured this colorless light from the list, patted his hands and immediately enveloped Ge Yu'er's soul in the colorless light, as if he had a bubble on his cover.

"Go."

He threw his soul back.

The soul fell into the Venerable Platform.

Immediately, the boy from the white crane looked at the world and was cold and indifferent.

The overall situation of the Gods is not yet decided.

Qingyuan is not dead.

All the storms have not stopped yet.
Chapter completed!