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There was suddenly a bad feeling in the Eastern Festival, and he blurted out, "What about Brother Mo ?!"

"He's gone in retreat," Di Fuya said truthfully, "how?"

"The Supreme Disciples respect you as the Lord. Did Brother Mo give you the Supreme Supreme?"

"Yeah." Emperor Fu nodded.

The face of the Eastern offering suddenly changed, and his tone was anxious. "What about others, do you know where he retreats?"

"After I handed him over at Erhai Lake, he wouldn't go to retreat without saying goodbye."

"Don't say goodbye ..." The face of the Eastern offering suddenly turned pale, and the meaning contained in these four words was immediately noticeable.

Brother Mo didn't say goodbye, I'm afraid it's gone.

The Supreme Heaven and the Heavenly Pavilion are the two under the heaven.

He knew Supreme, and knew that when every generation of Lord Shaozhu took control of Supreme, he would devote himself to the chakra and become part of Supreme Power.

This is what Brother Mo's so-called retreat is.

"What's wrong with you?" Di Fuyao noticed his depression.

Dong Fang Ji smiled bitterly, "It's nothing, but I think Brother Mo is too boring. Why don't you wait for the retreat and wait for me to get together and retreat ..."

His eyes were dull.

If he returns early, he will definitely prevent Brother Mo from joining the chakra.

Because in his view, Brother Mo is in charge of Heaven for only ten years, and there are at least a hundred years to live in the future, but now he has given up everything early and entered the chakra, just to make Emperor Fu Yao successfully become a young respect. Lord?

This affection is really ...

"You want to get together, it's not too late to wait for him to go out," said Di Fuyao.

Sigh in the heart of the Eastern Festival: Out of customs? Brother Mo will never leave the customs ...

"Xiao Fuyao, do you need any help from me?" He asked, covering his emotions and turning the subject.

Since Brother Mo refused to tell the truth about Di Fuyao, he could not tell it.

"Tianji Pavilion can foretell the future, right?"

The Eastern offering nodded.

"Can you find someone?" Di Fuya asked.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Two people." Di Fuya settled down: "Yao Qing, Xia Amber."

Dongfang Festival smiled bitterly: "Xiao Fuyao, don't you not know, Ye Chongyuan's guy threw me into the death continent. My self-cultivation has been burned to nothing, and I have no strength. How can we fortunetell?"

Emperor Fu shook his face slightly and lost his thoughts.

The Eastern Festival is most afraid of her serious smile and anger, which makes people unable to speculate on her mind.

He was more afraid that because he couldn't help her, Xiao Fu would get angry and throw him to the death continent.

Death Continent ...

This barren land that cannibalize people, he never wants to go!

"However, maybe there is a way to find the red pupa!" The Eastern Festival said hastily.

Di Fu stared at him quietly, "Are you sure?"

"True, sure!" Mourned in the heart of the Eastern offering.

Well, he's not even sure, but he can't tell the truth!

Emperor Fu was skeptical, and decided to give him another chance, immediately carrying capacity, jumping with space, and moving from the sky to the West Chu Kingdom.

at the same time.

No heavenly entrance.

Mo Qilin held a piece of grass in his mouth, and lay lazily on the white jade to bask in the sun.

Suddenly a breath of familiarity came.

The golden sunlight came directly, and the person came in a dark brocade, and the long ink hair brushed the beautiful side, and the phoenix eyes proudly exuding a cold and proud atmosphere.

Do not look up because of dust.

Mo Qilin was so frightened that he almost did not fall off the boulder, and hurried to meet him, "Master!"

"Wow?" Ye Zhongyuan asked coldly.

"The hostess just left the sky and went to Xi Chu."

"Xi Chu?" Ye Zhongyuan frowned slightly.

"Master, are you okay to go to the ghost town of Yinyang?" Mo Qilin quietly looked up and down with concern.

Ye Zhongyuan shook his head, and looked strangely, "The gods are not in the ghost hall."

He turned the yin and yang ghost town to the bottom, but he didn't find the trace of the god.

"He rarely goes out of the haunted house. Where isn't he going?" Mo Qilin wondered.

"Who and who went to Xichu?" Ye Zhongyuan asked.

Mo Qilin carefully observed after watching the colors: "Oriental Festival."

Sure enough, as soon as the name came out, the master's handsome and unparalleled face suddenly darkened.

"What else does he want to do with Shake!" Ye Zhongyuan was angry, and the fire was burning fiercely in his eyes!

"No, no, master, you misunderstood!" Mo Qilin quickly explained: "According to the information I probed, the hostess, she became the Supreme Master, and the Oriental Festival has now lost her cultivation and will not be treated Even if his master is killed, he will die. "

Ye Zhongyuan's eyebrows frowned fiercely.

In a short period of time, what did Shake do, and how did he become Supreme Master?

Is n’t the Supreme Master Mo Wuyi, why did he hand over this supreme responsibility to Shake?

"Go, go to Xichu!" Ye Zhongyuan said coldly.

Mo Qilin immediately transfigured the real body, Ye Zhongyuan jumped up and sat firmly.

A beam of purple and black light suddenly cut through the sky and rushed in the direction of the West Chu Kingdom.

...

Death continent.

A glamourous woman in a blue dress came to the cave panting breathlessly, her eyes flowed, and after staring at the induction in the cave for a while, she was suddenly surprised and said: "That's it!"

She flickered and moved into the cave instantly.

The cave was damp and overcast with weeds.

At first glance, the woman in Tsing Yi saw the figure in white clothes leaning against the corner of the mountain wall, and quickly rushed forward. The respectful tremolo could not speak: "God ... Lord?"

The person in front of them is very different from the white shrine in memory.

The deity Lord in her memory is a peerless god, a **** who is inviolable!

But the **** in front of him, once the silver hair was white and snowy, the figure of Yushu's wind turned into an old dragon bell, and he was old and physically weak.

Shenxi slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her, the old low voice softly said, "Fire?"

"It's me! It's me! The Lord God still remembers the little demon!" The woman in Tsing Yi, who called Huoyao, covered her mouth and burst into tears.

The oracle wanted to raise her hand and touch her head. After a long time, she didn't raise it, and smiled bitterly. "Of course I remember, you were still small at that time, right?"

Huo Xun threw himself in front of him, lowered his head, and cried, "The demon is late!"

"Is she asking you to come to me?" God asked.

The fire stunned God, and she wanted to say no, but she had come to him by her own initiative.

But she also understands the earth-shattering love between the queen and the adults, so she nods her head, "Yes, it's the queen that let the little demon come to find you, Lord, please go back with the little demon! There is a way to save you! "

The shrine slowly shook his head, but the old man did not change his former glorious face with a touch of indifference. "Go back and tell Qing Er, I'm almost there, she doesn't need to bother."

"Big limit ?!" Huoyan suddenly faced death, "God has five failures ?!"

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