The county lord of Lingshan said obediently: "The emperor has recently retreated, and the emperor does not know about the demon rift. ”

Jiu Yao laughed, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said inquiringly: "Interesting, the Demon Elimination Rift collapsed, the two emperors of Dongting and Yuyin were in retreat, the entire Tianlun Mountain was swallowed up, and the Sword Immortal Pavilion was destroyed in one fell swoop, and no one even knew about it." Speaking of this, he stopped and said, "Speaking of which, the group of people in the Sword Immortal Pavilion are also stupid, they didn't inform Brother Su Qi when such a big thing happened, no matter what, he is also the ancestor of the Sword Immortal Pavilion." ”

The Lingshan County Lord's expression remained unchanged and said, "What the Star Monarch said is very true. ”

Jiuyao laughed, shook off the fan, and said, "If you meet Brother Su Qi, please help me say hello." With that, he turned and left.

Lord Lingshan raised his eyes, looked at his distant figure, frowned, and turned to leave.

At the same time, in the flawless Yuehua Palace, Emperor Hua Yao, who was wearing a moon-white robe, looked at the letter in his hand, his face was solemn, and behind him was the little mountain god who sent the letter, kneeling on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, trembling and prostrate on the ground, trembling, I don't know if it was because he was afraid of the aura of the person in front of him, or because he was really beaten too badly by Jia Luo, until now, the bones were trembling with pain.

"Emperor, Emperor Jialuo's group of crazy demons said, the Heavenly Fall Artifact was originally the weapon of the Demon God's words, and you have been guarding it for thousands of years, and now, yes, it is time for you to return the things to their original owners, please hand over the Heavenly Fall, otherwise, otherwise" The mountain god said this, his shoulders shook even more, and he really didn't dare to say any more about the following words.

Hua Yao's clear eyes sank, he glanced at him coldly, and asked in a cool voice: "Otherwise, how about it?"

The little mountain god trembled and pressed his head against the cold ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Otherwise, use Lord Qianyu to reward the three armies."

With a "Teng" sound, the letter in Hua Yao's hand burned and turned into ashes, and the mountain god on the ground was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and closed his eyes.

Hua Yao turned around and looked at the Heavenly Falling Artifact in the main hall, it was sealed and in the ice cocoon, and it had not moved since the last time it moved.

Now that the Demon Clan's stupid valley is not moving, the forces of the Quartet have also begun to act, Yan Gu, are you really going to come back

Thinking like this, he was heavy-hearted, standing with his hands in his hands, his fingers in his sleeves were clenched, if Yan Gu really returned to the world, then, the Heavenly Falling Artifact would definitely not be able to return to her hands, and getting the Heavenly Falling Artifact would be like a tiger with wings for her.

However, what about Qianyu

He was still pondering, and the little mountain god didn't see him answer for a long time, and quietly looked up, wanting to see the reaction on his face.

Hua Yao raised his hand, wrote a line of words in the void, flicked his sleeves, and the golden font in the void was rolled into a ball, turning into a ball like a clear drop of water, falling in the palm of his hand, he stretched out his hand, handed the ball to the fairy boy standing on the side, and said, "Send this letter to the East Garden." ”

Fairchild grabbed the messenger ball in both hands, turned around and stepped back respectfully.

Hua Yao said to Xiaoshan Shen: "You retreat." ”

"Yes. The little mountain god secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got up and retreated to leave.

When the mountain god left, he turned around and walked to the sealed skyfall, in the frozen cocoon, the ancient artifact was quietly frozen there, he looked at it, his handsome face was as cold as broken jade, without a trace of emotion.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers fell on the ice cocoon, and in an instant, the past was surging, the person's face, the person's smile, and the person's figure flashed in his mind, and many pictures surged like a landslide, and the pictures scrambled to be the first, and in an instant, the chaotic pictures disappeared, and he saw the woman who was covered in blood and looked at him with a sword in the vast wind and snow.

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