Celestial.

Before the goddess Qianlan appeared outside Liling Valley at that time, Leng Feiyan felt her breath, if he hadn't quickly hid in his spatial immortal weapon, he might have been discovered by her at that time and exploded directly into ashes.

Hiding in the immortal weapon, he watched Qianlan's various expressions transform at that time, watching her capture memory fragments in the void, and then using the Chaos Clock to absorb the remaining chaotic aura, his heart was indescribably weird.

He always felt that Qianlan's eyebrows were full of worry, deep, deep worry.

What could make her feel worried?

After Qianlan left quickly, he had been thinking deeply about this question, and by the way, he waited for Feng Junwu to come out of Liling Valley and join forces with him to go to the Divine Realm to save Qianzhenyan.

But for a long, long time, so long that he forgot who he was, Feng Junwu still didn't come out.

Suddenly, there was a faint call from his sea of consciousness, "Non-words, non-words...... ”

It was very faint, very distant, as if it came from outside the sky, but it still made him shake all over, and Huo Ran stood up.

The dirt fell from his body, and he raised his head with bright eyes, looking at the endless blue sky.

Fang Cai's call came from Qian Zhenyan, no matter how weak and distant it was, it still made him clear to the bone marrow.

"Zhenyan, you are not ...... dead," he burst into tears with excitement and trembled all over.

Although he never believed that Qian Zhenyan was really absorbed by the goddess Qianlan and no longer existed in this world, he still had a rational cognition in his heart that told him that Qianzhen Yan would definitely die, and in front of the powerful Qianlan, she was not vulnerable at all, like an ant.

But when he really heard Qianzhenyan's call, it was like groping in the darkness for countless thousands of years and finally discovering a glimmer of light.

It was so exhilarating that tears of excitement flowed down my face in an instant.

But in the next second, he heard Qian Zhenyan's voice gradually become clear, "Don't come to the God Realm, don't come to the God Realm!" ”

Leng Feiyan's expression of crying and laughing suddenly froze, and tears seemed to dry his face.

He didn't understand why, why didn't Qian Zhenyan let her come to the God Realm? Is it because of the danger? Don't you want him to be in danger?

No, he can't, he didn't know whether Qian Zhenyan was alive or dead, he planned to wait for Feng Junwu to go to the immortal realm after he came out of the Liling Valley, not to mention that now he knows that Qian Zhenyan is not dead, he is waiting for him in the distant Sixty-six Divine Realm, even if there is a sword mountain and a sea of fire waiting there, it is impossible for him not to go!

As soon as he thought of this, he reached out and dusted off the thick dust on his body, and was about to return to the divine realm to see the situation, when he was suddenly stunned, and his eyes moved to the eastern sky.

There, a golden light pierced through the sky, as if it had pierced the void and cast itself into the boundless underground.

And in the golden light, a figure swished up, and then fell quickly.

The golden light slowly disappeared, everything returned to silence, and in the silent fairy world, the rich aura made the sky look extraordinarily blue, the white clouds were extraordinarily ethereal, the grass was extraordinarily green, and the sound of water became more and more murmuring and clear.

Leng Feiyan only had to think about it, and guessed that this was the golden light of the Immortal Realm Channel, and it was actually turned on again?

He had some doubts, and some faint guesses.

Could it be that the reappearance of the Immortal Flying Realm's Ascension Passage has something to do with the worries between the original goddess Qianlan Meiyu?

But he didn't know the answer, the only answer could only be in the Divine Realm, and he only needed to go to the Divine Realm to find out.

As soon as he thought of this, he glanced at Liling Valley again, and leaned forward, his body like an arrow straight towards the sky.

In the Sixty-six Divine Realm, on the small Zhuxian Terrace, Qian Zhenyan was finally able to communicate with Leng Feiyan's divine sense, and she was overjoyed, but the transmission of just a few messages exhausted all her spiritual power.

Nowadays, she is no different from an ordinary person, and naturally she will feel tired when she does a little thing.

She fell into a deep sleep, unaware of everything that was happening in the outside world.

When Leng Feiyan stopped in the ten-zhang peach forest, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Siye was silent, and he couldn't feel the breath of the goddess Qianlan at all, wasn't she in the god realm?

Looking up, the Nuwa Temple floating in mid-air, the dark and closed door with golden light flowing, it was actually the strongest seal.

Leng Feiyan was stunned in his heart, thinking that the goddess Qianlan must be in the hall. Why did she dust herself up? What's going on?

He was a little puzzled and a little puzzled.

But he couldn't get an answer, so he had to give up these chaotic thoughts for the time being.

His eyes swept over the ten-zhang peach forest, a familiar scene, but it was like a world away.

He still remembered that the goddess Qianlan invited them to come to the peach forest to negotiate an agreement to go down to the mortal tribulation, and he still remembered the gambling contract, and he remembered the facial expression of the goddess Qianlan at that time.

She looked peaceful at the time, not like she used to be high up and empty-eyed.

It was this soft gaze that made her tainted with a hint of God's love. Naturally, it swept away a trace of worry hidden in the hearts of Shenzi Leng Fei and God King Feng Wu.

God, who has always loved the world, thought to their hearts.

And although they are also god bodies, after all, they were born some later than Qianlan, so in their hearts, because of the divine blood of the goddess Qianlan, there is always a fear of her from the heart.

Although they will also resist because they are unwilling to surrender and be oppressed, it does not affect their respect and love for the father and mother gods in their hearts, and their love for the goddess Qianlan, the last goddess in the world.

It can be said that as long as the goddess Qianlan does not have to kill them, they will never be enemies of her for eternity, and even respect and love her, as if they respect the father and the mother god.

However, the goddess Qianlan is not a real god after all, she does not have the love of God, nor does she have the mercy of God, she is a combination of God and Demon, selfish, powerful, arrogant and greedy.

After a long time, Leng Feiyan took a step and gently stepped on the paved Luoying ground.

Walking through the ten-zhang peach forest, Shenquan Pond appeared in front of him, and when his gaze swept over a small altar by the pool, he was shocked, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

On the white altar, Qian Zhenyan sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Her bright face is still clear, even if she hasn't seen each other for more than 80 years, Leng Feiyan only feels like she has been separated for just 80 hours, and she is extremely excited.

He sprang away and threw himself on the small altar.

In the Nuwa Temple, the goddess Qianlan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened her eyes, the corners of her lips were hooked, and a cold smile floated.

From the moment Leng Feiyan entered the temple, she knew that the reason why she didn't do it herself was that she was now in retreat and cultivation to deal with the impending Heavenly God Tribulation. Second, she had already laid out the formation of Zhuxiantai and was waiting for the god son and the god king, so why did she need to do it herself?

Therefore, seeing Leng Feiyan rushing away, getting closer and closer to Zhu Xiantai, and getting closer and closer to the quiet and sleeping Qianzhen Yan, a pleasant pleasure floated in her heart. (To be continued.) )