Chiyang looked at the old man opposite like this, and somehow, there was no trace of anger in his heart, but a trace of happiness.

But the attendants beside him didn't know what he was thinking, and all their swords were drawn and pointed at Xuanhe Zhenjun.

Although Chiyang is the Holy Lord in this Holy Abyss, he vaguely feels that the people here have some things to hide from him, although they are very protective of themselves, and they take good care of their diet and daily life, but every time he comes up with this Holy Abyss to take a look outside, the people here will say all kinds of reasons and organize him to move forward.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the group of attendants beside him was afraid that they were going to do something to this old man.

"Stand down, all of you. ”

Chiyang opened his mouth, only to see that the attendants beside him didn't seem to have the intention of retreating, and they all pointed their swords at Xuanhe Zhenjun, and at this time, a leading attendant stood up and walked to Chiyang's side.

"Holy Lord, although this person's cultivation is not very high, his moves are really peculiar, and his subordinates are afraid of ......."

At this time, the stick in Xuanhe Zhenjun's hand broke away from his hand and smashed towards Chiyang's head, Chiyang's eyes narrowed and he retreated, and the stick fell directly behind him.

"Stinky boy, do you dare to hide?!"

Immediately after that, Xuanhe Zhenjun stretched out his hand, and another stick appeared in his hand.

"I came to this holy abyss where birds don't to find you, and now you are so good that you want to drive me out? You don't even recognize the master?! Are you trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors now?"

Hearing this, Chiyang sighed.

"Old man, I've already said it, I don't have the slightest impression of what you said, is it just that I want to go to Fengyan Sect with you just by your words?"

At this moment, the broken pu fan in Xuanhe Zhenjun's hand transformed into a sword, and a stream of spiritual power erupted, stabbing towards Chiyang, Chiyang's brows frowned tightly, why did he feel that the aura on this old man's body was so similar to his own, and even the moves were very similar.

The attendant beside him was shocked, only to see the attendant who was the leader frowning tightly, standing in front of Chiyang, lucky with spiritual power.

Everyone in the Saint Yuan Yuan has a heritage, and even if you are a powerful monk, you can't compete with the people of the Saint Yuan.

Chi Yang looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes were firmly staring at himself, he knew that if this was true, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured if it was for the attendant, Chi Yang just wanted to make a move, only to see a figure fall from the sky, this person was the Holy Qilin.

"Yo, your Shengyuan is really lively! I just found that there was a person walking past my territory, and I didn't feel that it was from Shengyuan, so I came over to take a look, what's the matter? Is it the person you Shengyuan offended again?"

Chi Yang's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the person in front of him, this was the first time he had seen the Holy Qilin, and the ancient aura emanating from the Holy Qilin made Chi Yan's heart feel dull for a while.

"I don't know why the Holy Qilin came to my Holy Abyss, isn't it enough to come to my Holy Abyss every day to shout?"

The Holy Qilin narrowed his eyes and looked at Chiyang, and suddenly a look changed in his eyes, and he walked towards Chiyang's side, and the attendant next to him wanted to stop but couldn't get close to the Holy Qilin's body at all, and the Holy Qilin sighed after circling around Chiyang a few times.

"You, you, you, after all, it's still his way!"

After saying this, the Holy Qilin glanced at Chiyang meaningfully, smiled at him, turned around and left here, and after the Holy Qilin left, the Xuanhe True Monarch also disappeared into thin air.

There was no one left in front of Chiyang for a long time, only a group of his attendants remained, and he left the Holy Abyss on tiptoe and chased in the direction where the Holy Qilin Streamer disappeared.

Everyone was shocked, and several attendants chased after Chiyang.

When Chiyang was about to enter the Spirit Destroying Mountain, suddenly an enchantment blocked him, Chiyang did not destroy the enchantment, he looked at the direction of the Holy Qilin and the disappeared old man and remained motionless.

"Why do I want to protect him? Do I really have anything to do with him? Is what he said true? If Fengyan Sect is my sect, then why did Qingshan go to Fengyan Sect? Why did he lie to me? And why did the Holy Lord leave it to me?"

A series of questions made Chiyang not have a clue at all.

At this moment, a voice came, it was the voice of the Holy Qilin.

"Go back, I won't hurt him, from now on the Qilin clan will never attack the Holy Yuan again, go back!"

At this moment, all the people in black rushed over, seeing that the Holy Lord of their family had not set foot in the Spirit Destroying Mountain at all, and they all knelt on the ground.

"Holy Lord, please return to the Holy Abyss. ”

Chiyang didn't move, he still stood there motionless and stared in the direction of the Spirit Destroying Mountain.

And the man in black still refuses to give up.

"Holy Lord, please return to the Holy Abyss. ”

Chiyang frowned, and secretly thought in his heart: "Why are they so nervous every time I step out of the Holy Abyss? There must be something to hide from me, if I am really the Holy Lord, what will they hide from me?"

Chiyang frowned slightly, turned around and left here, returned to the Holy Abyss without speaking, and returned directly to his room.

He opened the scroll and looked at the purple back on the scroll, he clearly didn't remember what this woman looked like, but he vaguely felt that she was not what the old man had drawn.

In the dead of night, Chiyang lay on the bed and entered the dream again, a woman in purple stood on the top of the mountain, the breeze was blowing, blowing her clothes, and the green silk was slowly fluttering.

"Who are you?"

Chiyang stood behind her and asked, he didn't dare to walk forward, because every time he reached her, the woman would disappear.

The woman in purple didn't look back, her little finger pointing into the distance.

"Look, that's where we used to be!"

The voice was as beautiful as a yellow bird, and Chiyang was happy in his heart, this time he finally said something different to himself.

"Who the hell are you? Are you Bai Bing'er?"

The woman did not speak again, and stood motionless on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.

Chiyang took a cautious step, and when he found that the woman was still standing there, he let go of his courage and strode forward, quickly walking to her side.

He stretched out his hand to grab the woman's shirt, but the moment he stretched out his hand, the woman in purple disappeared again.

A burst of laughter like a silver bell was left in the space, echoing for a long time without dissipating.

Chiyang sighed, he stood where the woman was, looking in the direction the woman was pointing.

"What the hell are you showing me? What's there?"

Chiyang stood there motionless, he closed his eyes, recalled the woman's voice and appearance just now, only felt that there seemed to be something on her face, as if it was a light veil, and the bracelet on her wrist was still there, shining with dazzling light.