Yan Wuxin sat on the chair of the ancestral hall and listened to the chatter of everyone in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wuxin is back, so naturally he wants to rebuild the Holy Palace!"

"First of all, inform the whole world, and welcome the return of the Holy Lord!"

"Go to the fairy world to seek revenge and catch them off guard!"

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Yan Wuxin put down the teacup, supported his head diagonally with his left hand, closed his eyes and recuperated, showing a tired face.

"By the way, Wuxin, Bi Fang said earlier that your two souls and seven spirits were raised in Chaorong, have you ever seen him?" Ling Min suddenly remembered this and sat down next to Yin Fan'er.

"Chaorong?" Yan Wuxin closed his eyes and repeated.

"That's right, it's that nerdy immortal cultivator, have you forgotten?" Ling Min was a little excited, and continued, "I heard that he has become an old man now. It's strange to say, he obviously practiced forbidden art at that time and got immortality, but I don't know why he suddenly got old. ”

"Oh? I haven't met him. Yan Wuxin opened his eyes and shook his head.

As for her soul, it is also placed in the Deadwood Daoist.

Could it be that the friend that Master is talking about is Chao Rong?

Yan Wuxin thought about it for a while, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he put this matter aside for the time being. She interrupted the group of people who were still chatting with some impatience: "The Holy Palace was burned down by fire back then, and since it is going to be rebuilt, let's find another good piece of land in Jialan, this matter can't be delayed, let's do it as soon as possible." ”

After a pause, he continued: "I'm back, let's pass on the news." The left and right immortal realms will also know about this sooner or later, and there is no need to hide it. Did you listen up? Listen to it and get to work, don't delay. ”

Everyone was silent, and they intuitively felt that Yan Wuxin was not in a good mood, so they all received the order and hurriedly did it.

"Finally, come with me to Kunlun Mountain." Yan Wuxin shouted at the end of the house who turned around and was about to go out.

Zhong Wei looked at Yan Wuxin, who was looking thoughtfully outside the door, and nodded.

Yan Wuxin stood on the top of Kunlun Mountain with a fan, without saying a word.

Zhong Wei sighed and persuaded: "Just wake up, watch your body." ”

Yan Wuxin shook his head and walked straight to the Broken Soul Cliff.

There is a mound of Nanling's clothes.

Yan Wuxin squatted down and looked at the handwriting engraved on the stone tablet "The Tomb of Nanling, the Left Protector of the Demon Realm", and lowered his head.

After a while, she wiped the corners of her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Ling'er died to protect me, but I can't even keep her demon body, you say, am I not a good senior sister?" ”

Zhong Wei also squatted down, looked at the tombstone with her, and said slowly: "It's not your fault, it's the fault of the group of sanctimonious immortals in the sky." He turned his head to look at Yan Wuxin, "Wuxin, do you still remember the blood feud back then?" ”

At the end of the day, Yan Wuxin's hand holding the red feather fan clenched tighter, as if he was trying his best to hide the resentment that was about to erupt in his heart.

How could you forget?!

How dare you forget?!

The hand she held tightened and loosened, and finally let go.

Today, 50,000 years have passed, and she is no longer the little girl who showed all her emotions unreservedly in front of people.

Yan Wuxin's fingertips touched the cold tombstone, stroked Nan Ling's name, and said lightly: "Move Nan Ling's tomb to the Holy Sepulchre, remember to add a sentence to the tombstone, Yan Wuxin's sister." ”

Finally asked Yan and frowned. The Holy Sepulchre is the Imperial Tomb of the Demon Realm, and the people buried in it are the previous royal families, which is unprecedented.

"Unintentionally, Nan Ling sacrificed in this Broken Soul Cliff, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to bury her here." After pondering for a while, she still said up, "She's here, and it's good to see how those who took her life will fail miserably in the future." ”

Yan Wuxin got up, conjured a glass of wine, and poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone.

There are just a few clothes on the left and right, and she can't even keep the corpse of her junior sister, what kind of face does she have to welcome her into the Holy Sepulchre?

Who cares about the glory that comes after death?

"It's up to you." Yan Wuxin looked at it for a while, then turned into a cloud of smoke and left.

Lingtian Temple in the East.

Several people in the hall had their own concerns, and they all lowered their heads with gloomy faces, which frightened the immortals and maids and immortal guards and did not dare to come out.

Mo Ziyang was the first to raise his head, looked around at the few people in the room, coughed, and said, "Yeke has sent people here several times. ”

She was answered by a deathly silence.

"I still have to give the immortal emperor a face, don't you?" Mo Ziyang sighed and said again.

Hearing this, Qi Yu smirked, raised his eyebrows and said, "I know what it's for, why bother to find it?" ”

Su Yi got up and echoed: "I think what Ziyang said is not unreasonable, Yeke is the emperor after all......

With a "pop", a crisp sound interrupted Su Yi's words, Qi Yu crushed the teacup with his bare hands, looked at Su Yi with a gloomy face and said, "Fight for the tiger." You haven't forgotten the tricks you've used, have you? ”

"Qi Yu, don't forget, you also participated in that battle back then! When it comes to responsibility, no one can run away! Su Yi was also angry, pointing at Qi Yu and yelling.

Mo Ziyang used a barrier to block the two who were about to make a move if they quarreled again, and said weakly: "Don't quarrel, in the ancient war, which of us is not an accomplice of the Ye family?" ”

Since the Emperor of Heaven Emperor Jun, the Ye family sits firmly on the throne of the emperor and is worshiped by all immortals, which must not change, and if it changes, it will be chaotic.

In the first war of ancient times, they were just to protect the Yejia's country, which was neither bright nor downright.

"Yeke's ambition is by no means less than that of the first emperor, and he will definitely get rid of it quickly." Qi Yu gave up the quarrel with Su Yi, turned around, and said.

Mo Ziyang also nodded in agreement. She knows this emperor's temperament best, she is proud and ambitious by nature, and she will not tolerate the existence of such a time bomb as Yan Wuxin.

"He thinks that if he starts a war now, he will be able to defeat the demon world." Liangchen, who had been drinking tea and was silent, suddenly spoke, without the slightest emotion in his voice, which made it impossible to understand what he was thinking. "Jokes." Another plain as watery sentence.

The other three looked at him without saying a word.

Back then, he personally decided to seal Yin Fan'er with the Flood Treasure Weapon, and his heart should have been extremely painful, and no one had ever hurt him.

Liangchen is the head of the four spirits, the god of the eight desolations, admired by the world, and must maintain the peace of the Three Realms, and will not tolerate Yan Wuxin's bloody washing of the Three Realms. Even if the immortal realm was in front of him, he couldn't care about this hardship.

How many people in this world know that their loved ones are full of suffering, but they still want to take her life without asking the reason?

"The emperor has arrived~"

There was a shout from the fairy guard outside the door, followed by the greeting and kneeling of the fairy maids who said that they had "seen the emperor".

Ye Ke entered the Ling Tian Hall with an expressionless face, found a seat and sat down, glanced at the few people in the hall who were also expressionless, first snorted in his nose, and then asked in a suppressed voice: "Is the summons of this palace so useless now?" ”