After Yu Changqing provided information related to the ancient domain of the human race, Fang Yu's request was to protect the safety of the little carp during the battle on the avenue.

For Fang Yu, this is not a harsh condition.

However, Fang Yu was also very curious at the time, besides Yu Nanxiu, is there no other talent in the Yu family who can be on the road list?

However, Yu Changqing directly admitted this.

The Yu family... indeed did not cultivate another Tianjiao.

"This is probably a manifestation of backlash. Among the younger generation of the Yu family, except for Yu Nanxiu and Xiao Li'er, there are no members with high talents... and Xiao Li'er is still young and playful, so he has not yet Enter the Dao List, as for Nan Xiu..."

When Yu Changqing said these words, sadness and guilt appeared on his usually calm face.

"Everything is a cause and effect. If Nanxiu didn't insist on entering the Luonan Abyss to practice, then Ruolan would not be kept there forever, and the Yugong family would not be able to use this matter to make a fuss to attract us..."

Yu Changqing didn't finish the sentence.

But Fang Yu could still see endless grief and a deep sense of powerlessness in Yu Changqing's eyes.

Even the immortal king, who seems to be invincible to outside monks, actually has moments when he is beyond his power.

For some reason, the sadness and powerlessness on Yu Changqing's face at that time reminded Fang Yu of the scene when he faced the destruction of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

"Brother Fang, I'm going tomorrow too." Han Miaoyi said.

"I didn't stop you, but remember, after you go, you have to be obedient and don't act rashly." Fang Yu said.

"En." Han Miaoyi replied.

…

Ancestral home, in the retreat.

All the core members of the ancestral family are here.

Patriarch Zu Fan, and 30 elders who were in charge of different districts and specific affairs, were all present.

Zu Qiandai did not show up directly.

In the huge hall, all the core members of the ancestor family were kneeling on the ground, motionless, with solemn expressions and panic hidden in their eyes.

"First, I want to tell you a piece of news."

Zu Qiandai's tone was quite forbearing, as if restraining some kind of emotion that was about to explode.

All the monks present held their breath.

"Zu Changyun, Zu Tian, ​​Zu Yi... It can be confirmed that he is dead." Zu Qiandai's voice echoed in the retreat.

And the content of the words is more like a giant hammer, which directly hits the hearts and even souls of every core member present!

died!

Gao Zun, the two great talents... actually really died!

This news is unacceptable to them.

All members, including Zu Fan, raised their heads, their faces full of shock and disbelief.

"This is the truth! Don't ask me how they died, I'm still investigating." Zu Qiandai's tone was almost gnashing his teeth, "The question before us now is...how do we deal with the great battle!"

"Impossible, this is impossible..."

Zu Fan kept shaking his head, his eyes were shocked.

For him, everything changed after the ancestor family suffered such a level of blow.

If the status of the ancestral family in the Northern Wilderness falls, then as the head of the family, his status and reputation will naturally also fall.

After losing the possibility of becoming the Immortal King, the only thing he cares about is this identity!

Although there is a high-ranking person pressing on it, no matter how he is, he is also the head of the family in name, enjoying the awe of countless monks in the Northern Wilderness!

But after tomorrow, all of this may no longer exist!

"As I said, the issue to be discussed now is...how to deal with tomorrow's Dao battle! The rest of the incident will be discussed later!" Zu Qiandai's angry voice echoed throughout the retreat.

Zu Fan came back to his senses, stopped talking, and lowered his head.

Zu Qishang looked serious, but he didn't show it too clearly.

Zu Fan slowly turned his head and looked at Zu Qishang.

"Old Ancestor, no matter what, I have to express my doubts!" ​​Zu Fan glared at Zu Qishang angrily, and said, "I think Zu Qishang knows something about Gao Zun and the death of Zu Tian and Zu Yi! "

"Patriarch, I don't know why you say that." Zu Qishang said in a deep voice, "Now that the Zu family is facing such a crisis, you shouldn't take this opportunity to slander me, and you should pay more attention to it as the ancestor said. What's happening right now."

"Slander!? Do you think you can..." Zu Fan's eyes were red and he roared.

"enough!"

"boom!"

Zu Qiandai's angry voice was like a thunderbolt, directly blasting Zu Fan and Zu Qishang.

Both grunted and spat out blood.

"Don't challenge me at this time." Zu Qiandai's tone was cold. "I repeat, the only thing to discuss today is... how to deal with tomorrow's big battle. Anything other than that is out of the scope of discussion."

This time, the audience fell silent.

Although Zu Fan was full of doubts about Zu Qishang, he didn't dare to say anything more.

But Zu Qishang was secretly relieved.

…

Time passed quickly.

The day of fighting for the top has finally arrived!

This feast, held every sixty years, attracted hundreds of monks from the Northern Wilderness to watch the battle!

The Lingling Terrace belongs to the Great God Buddha Hall, but it is not located inside the Great God Buddha Hall, but outside.

On a plain, there is a round platform shaped like a flower.

This is not actually a martial arts arena, but a venue used by the monks of the Great God and Buddha Hall to practice on weekdays.

At this moment, millions of monks have gathered here on the plain, densely surrounding the psychic platform.

They don't watch the battle with naked eyes~lightnovelpub.net~, but use the light curtain on the sky to watch the battle on the psychic platform.

Many monks watching the battle came from all over the Northern Wilderness, all levels of forces.

There are too many monks at the scene, densely packed in a large area.

At this moment, in the sky ten miles away from the psychic platform, a dark vortex appeared.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Two figures flashed out of it.

A monk in black with a handsome face stood high above the sky, holding a paper fan in his hand.

And behind him, followed by a follower who covered his face.

"Xiaobai, please confirm if there is anything wrong with my attire." The male cultivator turned his head, smiled and said to the entourage at the side.

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