After receiving the high-grade spirit stones given by Jun Qianxi, all the people in Underworld City began to retreat and concentrate on cultivation.

They regard Stygian City as a second home, and if they don't have the strength, how can they protect their home.

Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming have always been in the Styx Pavilion, enjoying a rare and quiet life.

Half a year has passed, and the chaos in the Emperor Continent has gradually subsided, and the gangs derived from Zuihou are also checking and balancing each other, and occasionally there will be innocious small frictions.

However, Stygian City has always been quiet, and everyone is in retreat.

It was another three days, and early in the morning, the sky of the Emperor Continent was obscured by dark clouds, and the pressure faintly released from the dark clouds made everyone feel suffocated.

In the Styx Pavilion, Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming were standing hand in hand in the courtyard looking up at the sky.

They had worked very hard to suppress the aura of the Holy Realm, but the day of departure had come.

"Senior brother and sister-in-law, you must wait for us when you go to the Heavenly Realm!"

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were full of reluctance, and his voice was a little choked.

"As long as you reach the Heavenly Realm, the little beast will sense Mo Bing's breath, and when the time comes, you and Mo Bing will find a hidden place to stay, and wait for us to come over!"

Jun Qianxi leaned on Duanmu Ming's arms, with a light smile on his lips.

She didn't know how many times she had said this, but she couldn't help but tell her when she left.

"Sister-in-law, I know!"

Mo Lingfeng nodded.

At this time, the dark clouds that originally covered the sky were suddenly pierced by the glow of the sun, and the colorful light fell on Duanmu Ming and Jun Qianxi, and the hidden suction carried their feet off the ground.

"Sister-in-law is mighty, sister-in-law zaijian!"

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand vigorously to say goodbye.

"Sister-in-law is mighty, sister-in-law zaijian!"

The Lingshan Sect's juniors and disciples followed suit.

They looked up at the sky and didn't retract their gaze until the two familiar figures disappeared.

This multicolored light is like a teleportation array, and it is like a process of screening.

Duanmu Ming and Jun Qianxi had already gone through the thunder and lightning quenching, and they did not suffer any hardships during the teleportation.

It was only felt that the colorful light in front of them had faded, and their feet had fallen to the ground again.

I thought that what appeared in front of me would be a vast and boundless place, but I didn't expect them to be in a thatched hut.

Jun Qianxi looked at the straw under his feet, then at the railing in front of him, and at a stone trough next to him, and several black lines fell on his head.

Oh, this is not a thatched house, it's a pigsty.

"Xiao Xi'er, let's go out first and then continue to struggle!"

Duanmu Ming looked at her wrinkled little face and couldn't help but sneer, raised his hand and landed on the railing, and was just about to push it away, when a flame inexplicably appeared around his wrist, covering his whole body in an instant.

Duanmu Ming raised his eyebrows, and with a twist of his wrist, the flames that had originally covered his body were gathered into the palm of his hand, condensing into a cluster of sparks.

He grasped the cluster of sparks with his fingers and disappeared into his palm.

He looked around and said, "This place is forbidden, but it is not a master's place, and it can be broken with just one palm." ”

Jun Qianxi walked slowly to his side, took his hand and tossed around, and only relieved himself after finding that there were no scars.

"Originally, I thought that as soon as I came in, I would encounter the pursuit of the Imperial Spirit Hall and the Lingxiao Palace, but now it seems that we have a peaceful life to live!"

She chuckled and looked straight ahead, where several men in guard shirts were approaching them.