The golden ancient trees are silent. At this moment, the world is silent. Only the leaves fall down, covering the old friends' eyes that look at each other.

The pair of green colors that looked like the jungle were filled with anger. She stared at the old man in front of her, and her power rose step by step. This was her spirit, the spirit of a king rippling in this Taihang land.

Chu Xing'er was at a loss, and she rarely knew what to do. Although Qingyan did what she wanted to do, the scene at this time was too dangerous. The two kings born in the same mountain should not be like this. They watched over each other in the most difficult times and separated. Until now, the white tiger returned like thunder, and was like a truly supreme king.

They should sit together and talk about the past, laugh at those stupid things in the past, or talk about the future, and show their strength. At least, the scene that Chu Xinger is looking forward to in her heart is like this. Instead of the scene that suffocates her in front of her, the silent tree, the angry tiger, and the dying dragon.

In the deadly silence, laughter sounded.

Old and powerful laughter.

Li Xi'an was smiling, smiling as he looked at Qingyan who had grown into a king in front of him.

What greeted him was the other party's sharper eyes, as cold as snow, as if the cold wind in the deep north blew his cheeks, bringing a biting coldness.

"Nan Zhu, why are you laughing at? Can you still hold me like you used to?" Qing Yan slowly withdrew his fist, retreated, and stood not far from Li Xi'an.

"Of course not, girl. After all, you have grown up, and I am so old now." Li Xi'an did not get up, but instead leaned on the torso of the ancient wood. The golden fluorescent light flashed, setting off him. It was very brilliant and dazzling, but in Qingyan's eyes, it was no different from a beautiful coffin.

After Li Xi'an finished speaking, he thought of something. He sacrificed the Zai Tian Cauldron and took out a translucent human-shaped corpse from it.

It appears as a lilac. If you don’t see a person’s appearance at a glance, you will probably be mistaken for a strange purple cloud.

He reached out and handed the human-shaped corpse over.

"The spirit of the ancestor, although most of his power has disappeared, still retains the level of the ancestor. This is a little gain from my time leaving Jiuzhou. The Buddha's hand said it well, and for you, this is a good gift."

The old man was laughing, but Qingyan's face turned ashen.

She found that Nan Zhu was struggling to use the Zai Tian Ding. He seemed to care nothing, squandering the remaining little life just to take out the gift he had found from the Zai Tian Ding.

"What happened?" Qing Yan asked, she didn't even raise her eyelids. "I came from the snow field. On the way, I heard something about the war between the ancestors in the East China Sea. You are stronger than you. The incarnation of the ancestors cannot turn you like this. Who is it?"

Her tone seemed to calm down, but Li Xi'an understood her.

The hunter's peace is to hunt prey, and she will lurk in inconspicuous corners until the raid begins and destroys your life like thunder. This is not peace, but the tiger begins to reveal her murderous nature.

Li Xi'an shook his head, "Please accept it first, let's talk about it slowly."

Qingyan frowned.

The next moment, Chu Xing'er's little heart almost jumped out of her chest. Qingyan pulled out a knife, the black knife, and the knife carried an irreversible wiping meaning. It was just unsheathed, and the sky suddenly became extremely black, covering the glow of the ancient golden wood. At this moment, the force of heavenly power was placed on Li Xi'an's neck.

There is no doubt that as long as Qingyan swung his knife, Li Xi'an would die.

"Retract your self-righteous thoughts." Qing Yan said coldly, "Do you think that if I accept that gift when you are about to die, it is the best result? Ridiculous, should I inherit the crown of Taihang after you die?"

"Nan Zhu, tell me who it is?"

Cangming Dao slowly cut Li Xi'an's flesh, which was no different from cutting tofu, and was easy to take. The blood flowed down, forming a blood-colored stream along the lines of Cangming Dao's body. Feeling the blood on Cangming Dao's sword, the sadness in the depths of Qingyan's eyes flashed by.

The spirit in the blood is inaudible, withered, about to die, hopeless.

The Cangming Sword is a symbol of the will of heaven, and this feeling will not go wrong.

He... is really going to die.

"I will bring his body before you die and be your burial."

“It’s very difficult.”

"No matter what." Qingyan was determined.

Li Xi'an took a deep breath and said slowly: "The Lord of the Cangmao Sea, the ghost among the ten kinds of Zhoutian."

"To be honest, I don't want you to face him. He was born on the thousands of corpses that died in the Battle of Jiuzhou. Resentment and anger have been sealed for tens of millions of years. As a natural ten, his advantages are far beyond our comparison." The old man pushed away the Cangming Knife that was placing on his neck and shrugged helplessly, "But this is just my hope. I can't ask you for anything now, right?"

"I like revenge very much, too. You can't let you do it just because you are worried about your safety. You have grown up and have the ability."

Qingyan's face calmed down.

Chu Xing'er beside him smacked her tongue and thought to herself that the old dragon was playing with the little tiger in her palm. Perhaps Qingyan's current strength is not comparable to that of the past, but in terms of scheming, she is in the sky and in the ground with this damn old dragon.

"But help me before you take revenge."

Chu Xing'er was stunned, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged deep in her heart.

Qing Yan didn't think too much and nodded, "What's the matter?"

"This is not Taihang Zhongnanzhu's request to Qingyan, but Taihang's request to the Ice Field Emperor." Li Xi'an said again, pointing to the lilac human-shaped corpse, "This is the reward, how about it?"

"Escort me out of Taihang Mountain."

"What?" Qingyan was shocked.

"Literally, escort me away from Taihang Mountain. As you can see, my power is gone, and once I leave here, I'm afraid there will be danger."

"Why leave here? This is the safest place for you. No one can threaten your life under the ancient golden tree. What's more, I don't need me in the ice field for the time being, I can stay here for a long time."

"Not necessarily, this place is not stable." Li Xi'an looked at the sky, and as the green flames returned to the sheath, the black clouds dissipated, revealing the star dots behind them.

"Some things are probably thinking about when they can eat me. Maybe after I die, maybe it's now. They are still observing and waiting for the opportunity. The old camphor tree is indeed powerful, but now I am too weak and have too many opportunities."

"There is only one place on the land of Jiuzhou that can be considered safe. After sending me there, you can also feel at ease, right?" Li Xi'an looked at Qingyan.

"I have never heard of somewhere." Qingyan said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!