This time the teleportation seemed to be particularly long, and when they re-emerged from the white shijie, they were already outside the Immortal Mansion.

I don't know why, this place has long been occupied by the blazing magma, but fortunately, Duanmu Ming reacted quickly, and when everyone fell, the spiritual power on his body was released to support everyone.

Seeing this, Mo Lingfeng hurriedly summoned a sailboat, which quickly grew larger under his mind, enough to carry everyone.

Duanmu Ming grabbed Jun Qianxi's waist and fell lightly on the sailboat, looking down at the person in her arms, it seemed that she could see her thoughts at this time from her expression.

"Do you have to wait?"

Jun Qianxi nodded, you have to wait, you have to wait.

Otherwise, what should I do after my mother and Hong seniors are also teleported?

She said wait, and the people must have no objection.

Maybe it's because of the solemnity on her face, the two little things are not noisy, and they are very quiet and obedient to the side.

Mo Lingfeng pulled Mo Bing to the side, and kept writing words in the palm of her hand, since the idiom can't teach that simple words, you have to learn it, right?

Mo Bing's eyes flickered, and after his fingers were gently folded, he said, "How do you write Brother Ling Feng's name?" ”

Mo Lingfeng looked at the woman in front of her carefully, her aqua blue eyes were still clear and could reflect his figure, the first thing she wanted to learn was his name.

Any man would not be unmoved.

He couldn't help but tighten his hand a little while holding Mo Bing, and lowered his head to her and softened his voice: "Xiaoice, you have to learn to write your name first!" ”

The little soldier pushed the little beast beside him and said: "A capable subordinate was abducted like this, and the connection between your beast clan and the human race seems to be a few eras, don't think about it." ”

The little beast clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at Mo Bing with a little woman's face, and then looked at Jun Qianxi not far away, and said after struggling in his eyes: "Little soldiers, although the human race is very bad, there are also many good people!" ”

Xiao Bing nodded in agreement, and it was a great contribution to making the little beast have such a cute thought.

"As long as there is a big sister one day, the little beast will not be the enemy of the human race!"

The little soldier nodded again, his heart was related, as long as there was a cute little Xi'er one day, the island of the dead would definitely not be an enemy of the human race.

Time passed in the ups and downs of the sailboat, and for three days and three nights, no one was teleported.

"Xiao Xi'er, do you have to wait?"

Duanmu Ming asked the people beside him to put all the weight of their bodies on him, releasing spiritual power to warm her feet, and his family Xi'er must be tired after standing for so long.

Jun Qianxi nodded without hesitation, the outside of the Immortal Mansion was surrounded by super strong prohibitions, they couldn't enter again, all they could do was wait.

Not abandoning or giving up on her own people has always been her way of life.

In the blink of an eye, it was another three days, and there was still no figure coming out of the immortal mansion.

If it weren't for Situ Qianqian's soul jade slip being safe in the space ring, Jun Qianxi would probably think that the other party had an accident.

Suddenly, a thick thundercloud condensed in the sky above the Immortal Mansion, and after a while, a shocking and complete thunder sounded, and the deafening thunder rang out six times before it stopped.

Then, a golden light curtain broke through the thunderclouds and fell on the immortal mansion, and a familiar figure that could no longer be familiar appeared in everyone's sight.

"Senior Hong, he broke through the Emperor Realm and survived the Thunder Tribulation safely?" ――

Yesterday, if Ruozhu Niuniu hadn't told me that I couldn't read Wenwen, I wouldn't have known about Wenwen's convulsions. When I found out that more than 1,000 chapters had been smoked, I was restless and restless, and there was no need to use convulsions as an excuse. Moreover, I only found out about the convulsions after I finished the chapter yesterday, and there is no so-called inability to write chapters to say that the text was pumped. Please leave a gentle message after figuring out the situation, xiexie!