Seeing the Yuntian Mountain Range from afar, like a faint shadow like an ink painting, Mingxin Daojun finally breathed a sigh of relief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's a big deal that he came back this time, and immediately found a place to hide after picking up Liuli. Even if the other party is an immortal, he doesn't dare to mess around in the world if he wants to.

In case the world collapses, if nothing else, it is the Law Enforcement God King who is in charge of this side of the human world, which is enough for that guy to drink a pot.

When the time comes, he only needs to wait for Liuli to cultivate enough, and then take her to the spirit world. With the method of breathing, it is not so easy for the Immortal Monarch to find him.

Different from other sects, when monks enter the Yuntian Sect, they basically go through the "back door". The main gate of the Eight Classics of the Yuntian Sect is actually facing the sunset mountains.

But obviously, the "back door" is related to the face of Yuntian Sect, so the "back door" of Yuntian Sect is not inferior to the main gate.

After not returning for decades, the low-level disciples of the sect have changed. None of the disciples on duty at the mountain gate knew Mingxin Daojun.

Fortunately, the identity jade card of Mingxin Daojun was not lost, and he patiently checked the identity jade card and entered the sect, and there was a little imperceptible anxiety in his tone, "Old Iron Wing, return directly to Yuefeng, we will take the glass and leave immediately." ”

The old iron wing has not seen the glass for many years, and he is also looking forward to it very much, and he let out a long roar, and the speed is a little faster.

Finally, through the sea of clouds and the maze array, the old iron wing made a beautiful turn, landed in front of the Wutong Xiaozhu, and shouted: "Pure World Dao Jun!" We're back! ”

No one answered, Mingxin Daojun pressed his chest with a faint pain, frowned and got off the back of the old iron wing, pushed open the door of the Wutong Xiaozhu, and was immediately choked by the smell of dust on his face.

"Daojun ......" Old Tie Wing also keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He was too anxious just now, and when he looked at it carefully, the barren grass of Guiyue Peak was growing, and it was clearly the appearance of a person who had not lived in it for decades.

"Could it be that the Pure World Dao Monarch has been living at the Fire Peak all these years?" Old Tie Wing looked at Mingxin Daojun, whose back was stiff, and whispered.

As if reminded by his words, Mingxin Daojun rushed back at an incredible speed, and jumped to sit on the broad back of the old iron wing, "Go to the Fire Peak." ”

The old iron wing didn't say a word and took off immediately.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The Mingxin Daojun on his back coughed violently, the smell of blood spread, and the old iron wing comforted worriedly: "Daojun, don't worry, Huoding Peak is so lively, and he can refine weapons nearby, the Pure World Daojun must have thought so much to live there." ”

"Hmm......" Mingxin Daojun swallowed a mouthful of blood, only to feel that his mouth was full of fishy smell.

For Liuli's residence in Huoding Peak, Old Iron Wing is more familiar than Mingxin Daojun. But as soon as he came to the Fire Peak Peak, Old Iron Wing felt that something was wrong.

Obviously, many Yuntian Sect disciples here knew him, but why didn't they greet him like they used to when they saw him? Why do you need to dodge?

This question was finally answered until he landed in the courtyard of that small building that seemed to be candy.

"Mingxin?"

Dalong Daozun was in the courtyard, loosening the soil for the flame tree. At this time, he was half-bent over, and looked at the Mingxin Daojun who was almost crumbling on the back of the old iron wing.

“…… Daozun ...... Glass her...... Ahem......"

"You...... What's wrong with you? Dalong Daozun immediately threw away the small shovel in his hand and strode to the old iron wing.

"Glass...... Where's the glass? ”

Mingxin Daojun finally said these words completely, but when he saw Dalong Daozun's face suddenly changing color, his heart suddenly sank.

"She was buried by Huangfu Yan in the ...... of Wuqi Peak"

What the Great Dragon Dao Zun said later, Mingxin Dao Jun couldn't hear it, and the old iron wings spread their wings and flew to the Fog Peak at the fastest speed.

At the foot of the mountain stood a tomb......

No! That's impossible! How is this possible?!

"Poof!"

A mouthful of dark red and almost black blood spurted out, and Mingxin Daojun fell from the back of the old iron wing in front of his eyes. Old Iron Wing immediately turned into a human form and reached out to support him.

"Go away!"

Pushing away the old iron wings, with a wipe of his face on his sleeves, Mingxin Daojun's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground and began to dig the grave.

Seeing that he was crazy and digging the soil with his hands, completely forgetting that he was a monk, and his fingertips had been cut out by sharp stones, the old iron wing hurriedly said: "Daojun! Daojun, calm down first! This must be fake! ”

Mingxin Daojun was stunned for a moment, and the words of the old iron wing were like giving him a tranquilizer, which made him sober up a lot immediately.

Regained his senses, Mingxin Daojun forcibly mobilized his divine sense and swept it roughly, his heart was relieved, and he could no longer suppress the churning fishy breath in his body, and he lay on the ground and spit out a pool of blood.

"Clear-hearted...... Brother? ”

A female voice suddenly came from behind him, and Mingxin Daojun turned around, only to see Yao Qingxue standing behind him.

But seeing her green shirt and black hair, porcelain skin and cherry lips, her expression is as cold as snow, beautiful and vulgar like an iceberg snow lotus, and her pair of fox eyes are charming, and she is simply standing in ten thousand styles.

Yao Qingxue looked at him in a daze, with undisguised admiration in her eyes.

"Do you know...... Where is Huangfuyan? ”

Hearing Mingxin Daojun's somewhat vague question, Yao Qingxue was stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but take two steps forward, but stopped in his cold gaze, her mind cleared up a little, and replied: "I haven't seen him for a long time, maybe I went out to look for an opportunity." ”

Before Yao Qingxue's words fell, she saw Mingxin Daojun sacrifice a flying sword, and the old iron wings immediately turned back into a beast body, shouting: "Daojun! ”

As if he just remembered that there was still an old iron wing, Mingxin Daojun took the flying sword, sat back on the back of the old iron wing, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth-

"Juyan Country!"

Although he was very tired, the old iron wing took Mingxin Daojun and flew desperately day and night, and finally arrived at Juyan Country a few days later.

It was the middle of the night, but the old iron wing didn't have any worries.

He took Mingxin Daojun and directly broke open the door of the emperor's bedroom, pulled the emperor who was sleeping peacefully with his concubine around him from the bed, and used the range type talisman to fix all the people inside and outside the palace, except for the emperor.

"Let me ask you, where is Huangfuyan?" Without waiting for Mingxin Daojun to speak, Old Tie Wing asked first.

The old emperor was already frightened, and the old iron wing hated to kick him, but finally couldn't help but remind: "That monk in your family, Dao number Jingyuan, his name is Huangfu Yan, where is he?!" ”

Only then did the emperor finally come back to his senses, and wondered: "This crane immortal, where is my immortal ancestor, where do I know?" ”

"Then did he bring anyone to Juyan Country?"

Mingxin Daojun's voice sounded cold, but there was a murderous aura in it, and although he had tried his best to control it, the emperor who was wearing a single coat couldn't help but shake.

At this fateful moment, the emperor's mind was not stuck, and he immediately thought of a person. (To be continued.) )