, otherwise he really doesn’t know how to end it.

After traveling in a hurry for two days and two nights, Langxing put Shen Qing into the Qiankun bag, and then began to search. He did not dare to have high hopes for this search. It had been more than two years since the imperial concubine escaped. God knows

Where did the emperor's concubine go? But I felt sorry for not looking for her. I could only hope that God would not trouble this miserable woman again.

For three days in a row, Lang Xing kept trying to search. Whether he encountered a monster or a human monk, he would search for her soul. Even so, the hope of finding the imperial concubine was too slim. To find someone in such a vast area.

People are like looking for a needle in a haystack.

On the fourth day, Shen Qing reminded him that it was almost time to go back and he had to be wary of subsequent enemies visiting his home.

Langxing looked at the vast snowfield and imagined the emperor's concubine's situation. He felt very uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to go back first.

He stopped searching eastward and turned north, preparing to circle back to the glacier.

At dusk that day, three middle-stage Nascent Soul monks wearing Pu Yunzhou costumes came face to face. At first glance, they were people who had defected from Northern Xinjiang. He had seen several groups of people like this in the past few days.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay. One of our friends is lost. Have you seen her?"

Before Lang Xing could speak, a man with a three-part mustache came up to chat with him with a smile on his face. As he spoke, an image of a person was transmitted to him with his spiritual mind.

Langxing's heart jumped suddenly. The friend the other party was looking for turned out to be the imperial concubine!

"I haven't seen her before. Where did she get lost?" Lang Xing asked calmly. The imperial concubine did not want to have more contact with the Pu Yunzhou monk. This person's words should not be taken lightly.

"Forget it if I haven't seen it. Are you the Eight Immortals from Zixiao Palace? There is a big monster in front of you. We can't go any further. The three of us almost lost our lives." Mustache gave the warning enthusiastically.

, the other two people approached closely after him.

Lang Xing smiled slightly and said, "Now that you know that I am the Eight Immortals of Zixiao Palace, do you still dare to make wrong ideas? Are you tired of living?"

As soon as these words came out, the three opponents' faces changed at the same time, and they quickly surrounded Lang Xing. They frowned and looked at each other to activate their magic weapons.

The mustache said with a cruel smile, "Stop putting on that arrogant air of your Immortal Lord. Things are different now. Whether the Qianzonghui can survive this disaster is hard to say. Leave this sculpture and everything on it, and we can spare you some time."

Life, otherwise..."

Lang Xing didn't have the patience to listen to what he had to say, so he casually hit three restraints. The grins on the faces of the three people suddenly turned into panic.

He flew in front of Mustache and said solemnly, "You'd better be her friends and retreat to the Lingtai."
Chapter completed!