Shangguan Ling'er has basically stayed at home in the past few days, pondering that exercise every day, while Bei Moyun is focused on breaking through the shackles of the seventy-seven great creation powers.

On this day, Bei Moyun was cultivating in the Cloud Pavilion as usual, and suddenly, for some reason, there was a pain in his heart, and he knew that something had happened to Xiawu, and there was only one place that could make Xiawu have an accident - Haizhou.

Haizhou is the birthplace of Xiawu's ancient power, if she uses the power that she has obtained so hard to do something wrong, once she wants to go back where to draw strength again, it will only backfire and hurt her body.

From this point of view, Xia Wu was still hit hard by that incident, but for some reason, it didn't show up at that time.

Thinking about it, Bei Moyun was ready to take this time to go out to check if his guess was true.

He got up and left the Cloud Pavilion, summoning Qingjian to come.

"Master," Qingjian floated in, standing respectfully to the side.

Bei Moyun nodded, and instructed lightly: "Recently, the teacher wants to leave, you take care of Ling'er first, if she asks, just say that the teacher can cultivate in the Cloud Pavilion to break through the power of seventy-seven creations." ”

"Yes, master." He responded, and said, "Your injury last time?" ”

"It's all right." After that, Bei Moyun luckily left Penglai, so quietly that even the birds and beasts with aura in Penglai didn't notice it in the slightest, but in addition to Qingjian, another person also saw all this.

"Is it? Is the master going to track down the so-called master ancestor last time? Shangguan Ling'er thought in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more worried she became, although the master's cultivation was profound, but that Xiawu was always an ancient god, and her cultivation was obviously above the master, and there was still Jianwei by her side.

No, she unconsciously beat the fairy tree next to her, thinking about it, she still has to follow the past, although her strength has not reached the level of the master, but Nuwa's strength is not to be underestimated.

"Ling'er?" Qingjian found her behind the tree: "What are you doing here?" ”

"No, nothing." She smiled slightly: "Senior brother is here to find the master?" ”

Hearing her ask like this, Qingjian instinctively thought that she had just come, after all, with his skill and the vigilance of his master, if Ling'er was already here, it would be absolutely impossible for the two of them not to know.

However, neither he nor Bei Moyun knew one thing, Nuwa's strength had been cultivated to the point of Ling'er, and she was already able to control her breath freely, even Bei Moyun couldn't find it.

Qingjian nodded: "Well, but the master may have to cultivate in the Cloud Pavilion in the next few days to break through the seventy-seven great creation powers, if you have anything you don't understand, or other needs, just tell me." ”

"I know, thank you, brother." How could Ling'er not know that every word Qingjian said now was a lie! It's just that he can't go against the master's will, so she didn't break it, and if she did, she wouldn't be able to leave Penglai and go with the master at that time.

Watching Qingjian leave, a great doubt suddenly popped up in Shangguan Ling'er's head: Why does the master look only twenty-seven or eighteen, but Senior Brother Qingjian is so old?

Oops, she shook her head, why did she suddenly think of this, look at the time, it's better to catch up as soon as possible, otherwise you really won't be able to catch up by then.

However, for fear of Qingjian worrying, she still left a few words on a certain stone, which roughly means: She went to find her master, and she was always unsure.

Haizhou is a peculiar existence in the Kyushu continent, for so many years, she only heard her brother talk about it before, but where is it, what's strange, I don't know, it's just that I heard that Haizhou and fog still have some origins.

Not long after she and Bei Moyun left, Situ Xiu, who was thousands of miles away, unexpectedly felt impetuous, and he couldn't find the reason, and the individuals who followed them out of the fog capital also had all kinds of discomfort.

This has never happened before, but there are some records in the book, unless someone trespassed on the fog capital and that place, but who could have this trespass?

When Situ Xiu was puzzled, a man in gray clothes ran out of breath: "Oh no, according to reliable news from the fog, someone broke into Haizhou and moved things there." ”

"What? Who exactly? ”

"At present, I haven't been able to find out who it is, it's just that the mana of those people is extremely high, and there seems to be an ancient divine beast around them, so far, the elders of the fog capital have arranged for more than a dozen waves of people to check, but no one has come back, and the news is only found out by the elders who activated the 'Flying Dragon Heavy Sky Umbrella'."

"Got it," he said, "go and bring Ye'er first." ”

"Yes."

Who has the ability to get to Haizhou? According to what he knows, in addition to those ancient gods between heaven and earth, the only people who can have such skills in these six realms are the ancestor Puqing of the Northern Underworld and Penglai Xianyou thousands of years ago, but Puqing is the guardian of that land, and the Northern Underworld has also been incarnated into the dust, who else can have such mana?

Haizhou and the fog complement each other, both are indispensable, if there is a problem with Haizhou's strength, then the original protective barrier of the fog capital will disappear, and then Nuwa Niangniang will definitely blame, then the disaster will also befall the fog capital.

He walked out and looked at the bustling thin clouds in the sky, the red halo that appeared from time to time on the horizon was the direction of Haizhou, and that kind of scene could not be seen by anyone in this human world, unless it was someone who was connected with Haizhou in the fog, or it was a god with high cultivation.

The "master" appeared in front of Situ Xiu with Ye'er, followed by the maidservants who had been taking care of Ye'er.

"Let's go." He didn't say a word, pulled Ye Er and left, the current situation, something terrible must have happened in Haizhou, it is really inconvenient to take Ye Er over, if something happens to Ye Er at that time, he will definitely have no way to forgive himself at that time.

Then, the best way is to leave Ye'er and her husband in the care of Xue'er and her husband temporarily, after all, with what he saw, Xuanyuan Yan Feng has enough strength to protect them.

"Master," asked his accompanying guard, "do you want to send more men?" ”

"No need for the time being" He suddenly turned around: "The current situation, the manpower on the side of the fog capital is insufficient, according to the celestial phenomena, someone is destroying Haizhou, but there is another force that is also competing with it, if it is used properly, it may be able to deal with this matter quickly." ”

"Yes, master" The man also thought of it: Haizhou has been affected, so the people in the fog capital must have been affected a lot now, some people with higher cultivation may be cleaning up the mess, and those elders are probably too busy.

Haizhou is like a fatal muscle on the back of the people of Wudu, although it will not lead to the death of people in Wudu, but as long as something happens to Haizhou, then the aura of those people in Wudu who do not have any skills and cultivation as a protective body will be drained and exhausted, and then it will be a person who is not a ghost or a ghost, and will slowly become a demon, knowing that Nuwa will stop when she puts down the fire of destruction.

It's just that in that case, not to mention the fog capital, even the entire human world will be affected, and as for the result, no one knows what it will be.

They hurriedly came to the Yan Palace, and happened to meet Xuanyuan Yan Feng and Wen Guxue who returned to the palace, so Situ Xiu immediately took Situ Ye to the palace.

...... in the royal palace.

"What happened to my father's illness?" Xuanyuan Yan Feng asked.

An old minister knelt on the ground respectfully, burying his head lower than ever: "There is a god, the prescription of the divine doctor is there, and the old ministers have been assigned to the king day and night, which is much better, but it is ......." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Xuanyuan Sect coughed for a while, and the imperial doctor who was about to say something just now suddenly stopped talking.

Wen Guxue was concerned about Xuanyuan Sect's relief, but Xuanyuan Yan Feng had an extremely ugly face, his eyes looked at his father coldly, and he stayed like this for a while, and then he said to a group of imperial doctors on the ground: "Go down first." ”

Xuanyuan Zong looked at his son's cold face, and said lovingly: "Father knows what you want to ask, but, child, cough cough cough...... The Father's own body knows it. Actually, after so many years, you, cough cough cough...... You've done it all, haven't you? ”

He took the hands of Xuanyuan Yan Feng and Wen Guxue and put them in his hands: "Father is old, I don't ask for much, as long as you are good, no matter where my father goes, he will be happy for you after all." Ahem, ahem, ahem. ”

"Father" Wen Guxue said softly: "Father's body and bones are good, but where are you going?" The prime minister will definitely find a way. ”

To be honest, Wen Guxue has never had too much affection for Xuanyuan Sect, only when they are benefactors, because of them, Xuanyuan Yan Feng can be successfully reborn here, and because of him, Xuanyuan Yan Feng's body can be taken care of so well, so that he does not suffer too much.

If she really wants to say that she is looking for a human in this human world that she feels sorry for, maybe Xuanyuan Sect will be counted as one.

This old but very attractive man is restoring the national rule by his own strength, and the only woman he loves has lost his life because of his child, and he has long lost the heart to live, but because he promised his mother, he forced himself to live, for the sake of their children.

For more than 20 years, he has not been happy for a day, not a day has been peaceful, and all the sadness may only be known to him. A king, destined not to live for himself for the rest of his life, a father, destined to be the second half of his lonely life, a father, buried the heaviest burden.

However, no one can know the bitterness of his heart, only that he is a king on high, a fearless and powerful being.

"Lady?" Xuanyuan Yan Feng called Wen Guxue several times, but she didn't feel it, she just looked at the old hand of Xuanyuan Sect on top that overlapped in a daze.