Not long after Zuo Wuji and Jin Jia took Li Feng out of Kuwainan, a middle-aged man with black hair came to visit Zhu Yan outside Zhu Yan's mansion, but was told that Zhu Yan was not at the mansion.

"Your Majesty isn't here? Where did he go, and what did he leave behind?"

The man's face was calm, but there was anxiety in his heart. He was ordered to come, and he had been told some bad guesses before he came.

The gatekeeper monster just shook his head.

"Your Majesty didn't leave any words. I can guess his whereabouts. If you have something to do, I'll tell you when the Majesty comes back, or you can just wait here."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and then said.

"Then let me enter the palace and wait for your king?"

The gatekeeper monster thought for a while.

"Also, but you can only be in the front yard. You are not allowed to enter the back yard without the permission of the king. If you trespass, the king will know that it will be a dead place without a burial."

"It's natural!"

The man nodded and agreed to all the conditions, and then entered the mansion with the monster. After the other party took him to a living room, the man escaped, leaving a fake body far enough to look real, and he turned into blue smoke and entered the house. In the backyard of the demon mansion.

Although there are restrictions everywhere, this restriction does not stop the man in the slightest. This wisp of blue smoke wandered around in this demon mansion, and went directly to the depths of the backyard, where he turned into a man again in a garden.

If Zhu Yan is here, he will definitely be caught. There are indeed a few powerful monsters here, but they are not enough to see through the man's aura. Now it seems that Zhu Yan is really not in this mansion.

The man looked down at the chessboard on the garden table and the two chess boxes on the side. It seemed that Zhu Yan didn't leave in a hurry.

'Could it be that he couldn't avoid showing himself? ’

As a chess player, it is difficult to estimate the opponent's true whereabouts, but the hunch in the man's heart is not very good.

At this time, the man's heart suddenly moved, and he stretched out his right hand, and a wheel mirror that was as bright as a bright moon appeared in his hand, and a burst of light appeared on it.

The figure looked here, and the man hurriedly pointed the mirror at the stone table and the chessboard, and said aloud.

"I have searched Zhu Yan's mansion, and there is no trace of him. He should have been away from here for at least three months, and he has not come back during this period. It was probably a month ago that you noticed something wrong, but everything is fine here. , the chessboard is neat and tidy, which shows that Zhu Yan was not in a hurry when he left, and I guessed that he might have encountered something of interest when he left, or maybe he was invited to leave by some acquaintance."

There was a flow of light and shadow on the mirror, and there was no reaction from above, but the man holding the mirror seemed to have grasped the meaning of God, nodded and left here quickly.

Zhu Yan is not a kitten or puppy, nor is he a simple demon king of the Southern Wilderness. In essence, he has already secretly controlled a considerable part of the forces in the Southern Wilderness Mountains, and no matter how he has quarrels with others, Zhu Yan may still be obsessive after all. Those who are qualified for chess and other ancient masters at least seek common ground while reserving differences.

For a period of time after Zhu Yan was dragged into the Xiezhi scroll, some of the existences closely related to Zhu Yan, some demon kings and forces who relied on Zhu Yan to wave the banner, and the existence of always paying attention to him, were all vaguely indistinct. Feeling in his heart, and then one after another found that he had lost contact with Zhu Yan.

Before that, Zhu Yan didn't make the slightest abnormal movement.

Zhu Yan stood in the mountains of the Southern Wilderness, and the power that the incarnation can wield is quite considerable. With his ability, perhaps this so-called disappearance is just the personal behavior of his chief official, but it is too abnormal to directly cut off all the breath. Especially when someone happened to want to contact Zhu Yan and suddenly found that Zhu Yan was missing.

This naturally caused considerable shock and attention, and even had a certain deterrent effect on certain existences. I felt a little suspicious in my heart, and even some of the original arrangements were temporarily suppressed, at least it was impossible to let go at this juncture. Hands and feet, I've been waiting for so many years, I don't care if I wait a little longer.

Maybe after a while, Zhu Yan will appear on his own? After all, a beast like Zhu Yan is difficult to restrain, if it doesn't share a big plan, it is the kind that everyone hates.

However, with the passage of time, the possibility of Zhu Yan just leaving by himself is getting lower and lower.

Zhu Yan may have been missing for a year and a half because of a temporary interest or some private matter, but it is impossible to directly disappear for three or five years, or in the case that he has not explained anything internally or externally before disappearing.

And it has been seven years since Zhu Yan disappeared, and almost no one has any expectations for Zhu Yan's integrity.

It was also seven years later that some people who had close contact with Zhu Yan before, and who belonged to the manifestation of the ancient existence, all noticed the unwilling roar in the wilderness.

The awakening and irritability of Zhu Yan's real body and spirit means that Zhu Yan in today's normal world is dead.

This is a desperate fight. The price of this loss also means that at this moment, the real Zhu Yan is going to struggle alone in the terrifying wasteland. There are years of life there, where there is resentment and waiting for fate in the hands of others.

Unless Zhu Yan can give up everything and directly reincarnate into the world, it is true that he does. Zhu Yan also has this ability, but he can give up the body of the ancient beast, and he must give up the ancient way of heaven and earth that he has won. Hate is impossible.

"Xiezhi—"

At the moment when Zhu Yan woke up, a mad roar came from his mouth, and its soaring anger shook a corner of the wasteland, causing the ubiquitous dark red sand and thin spiritual essence to collapse into pieces, making this dark sky a bleak place. The wasteland briefly revealed the dim sun in the sky.

It's just that the sun doesn't bring warmth to this exiled place, and even the big sun in the sky looks mockingly at the giant ape that roars in the sky.

This savage roar quickly drowned in the wasteland, but the word "Xiezhi" was vaguely sensed by some existences that seemed to be waking up from a dream, and I could feel the kind of Zhu Yan even more. Full of anger and resentment.

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Regarding Zhu Yan's side, these seven years have made many people suspicious and uneasy, and many people have suppressed their impulses, and some people have followed the steps.

But for many people on the right path, especially those who are closely related to Ji Yuan, these seven years are also uneasy. Zhu Yan disappeared for seven years, so why not Mr. Ji Da.

In the same way, it is not impossible for practitioners to retreat for ten or eight years or even thirty or fifty years, but karma seldom disappears for too long without any reason, and it disappears when no one can contact, especially in today's This world of great change.

Needless to say, such as Lao Long and other close friends and close people, the first year of Long Nv's opening of the barren sea did not appear and no news came, which has already made Tongtianjiang very worried. This has been the case for seven consecutive years. , is inevitably disturbing.

In the Tianji Pavilion, the monks almost went crazy. For seven years in a row, various methods of communication and expressing the spirit pointed to the fate of the plan, but they had no direction and could not fly out. It would almost make the people in the Tianji Pavilion go bald. People such as Mr. have quietly fallen, and it is hard to imagine how terrifying things are waiting in the world.

Fortunately, the Tianji Wheel has its own evolution, at least let Your Excellency Tianji understand that Mr. Ji's life is worry-free, but it is not "in" and not "outside".

This day was the second day of April, and in a backyard room that had been vacant for seven years in Liping's official residence in Xia Yong, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, the slightly dim interior seemed to be brightened, and the slightly corrupt atmosphere was also swept away at this moment, making the interior look fresh and natural.

On the table in front of the futon, the picture scroll of Xiezhi was still unfolding. It was no longer pitch black, but a vivid and vivid image of an ancient **** and beast.

The futon, the table, the picture scroll, and Ji Yuan, as if nothing has changed, as if Ji Yuan sat on this futon from beginning to end and never moved, as if everything just happened the night before. Between moments.

Looking at the clean and spotless interior, Ji Yuan pinched his fingers for a long time before he let out a long sigh of relief. Seven and a half years passed, and fortunately there were no irreversible changes during this period~lightnovelpub.net~ But then again When he came back, if there were really any terrifying changes, Ji Yuan would wake up immediately. It can only be said that seven years is a long time for ordinary people, but it is not a long time for an existence that can be counted as a hundred and a thousand years.

Ji Yuan reached out and picked up the Xiezhi scroll, the Xiezhi above did not respond, but the weight of the scroll was much heavier.

Standing up, Ji Yuan looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the roof to see through the sky, and there was light in Ji Yuan's eyes, which was different from the various gas phases that he had seen before. Can't touch, each has its own light

"The Sanhua that Ji sees seems to be different from what ordinary immortals say... Haha, no wonder I think that the Sanhua is difficult to get together, not "spirit", but "heaven, earth and people", hey, it should be Should I cry or laugh! When the Three Flowers gather together, am I still not me?"

However, Ji Yuan at least understands that now he has recovered from his injury and is full of vitality, and his path has been further improved. More importantly, the picture of the sword formation has been drawn.

Muttering to himself, Ji Yuan walked to the door, pulled it gently but was unable to open the door, shook his head and smiled again, this man from Lifu actually locked the door.

Ji Yuan pulled it again, and the copper lock outside the door opened and fell, and fell to the ground with a "pop", and the door that had been sealed by the folding fan for a long time was slowly opened.

In the courtyard outside the door, there were resting people playing chess on the stone table in the courtyard. When they heard the door open, everyone turned to look at Ji Yuan, but they saw that the locked door had opened by itself.

At this moment, the line of sight is a little blurry, and I don't know whether the light from the outside is entering the room or the room is brighter, but the illusion at this moment quickly subsided in a trance, and the next moment everyone saw a person standing in front of the door. Mr. Blue Shirt.

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