Liu Hong is gone. After Yuanwei and the others rested for a long time, they left Jiuchongzhai under the reluctant gaze of Liu Yi and others.

Jiuzhongzhai traveled thousands of miles to the north, and it took more than a day for Yuanwei and Bai Luan, Lu Xian, and Jiu Ji to come to the sect that Liu Hong said.

The tall cyan city wall, the magnificent ink-colored gate, and the faintly visible blue brick and blue tile pavilions make Yuanwei feel like returning to the Nie family in Yanjun City.

Coming all the way from Luwu City, this place is not too far from Yanjun City, right?Yuan Wei thought secretly.

"Lu Family Immortal Residence!" Lu Xian glanced at the four big golden characters on the forehead of the gate and read them out in a low voice, he looked at Yuan Wei and then at Bai Luan, and then strode forward and knocked on the closed door.

"Who?" an old voice came, followed by the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing the floor, and the door creaked open, and an old man with white hair and only a bone refining realm cultivation poked his head out of the crack in the door. He glanced around with his faint old eyes, and then asked, "Who are you looking for in the Lu family?"

Night fell, and the flickering bonfire reflected Motoo's flickering face, and beside him lay weakly a huge coyote, and a shocking scar on the back of the coyote had been stitched together with dense stitches.

And in Yuanwei's arms, a white charm rabbit probed his brain to reveal a small head, and she stared at Yuanwei with a pair of big watery eyes as if to say something.

Bai Luan, Lu Xian, Jiu Ji and Liu Ming and others sat around the bonfire and watched Yuanwei silently, after many days of getting along, the rumored Yuanwei seemed to be too different. For the candle hunter and for anyone who desecrates him, Motowei has a cruel ruthlessness, and he has a deep attachment to those who follow him, no matter how high or low the realm is. Yes, it's attachment, the kind of attachment that wants to be with each other day and night. This made Bai Luan, Lu Xian and others feel strange and proud.

"My lord, where are we going tomorrow?" Bai Luan asked.

"Where are you going?" Motoo reached out and stroked the petite ears of the charming rabbit and sneered: "Candle hunters are everywhere, we will go wherever they are, and one day I can kill them all!"

Lu Xian looked at Yuan Wei worriedly and said: "My lord, you know, there are many candle yin hunters in this place, I am afraid that there are also Candle Yin Hunters in the Transformation Realm and the Fairy Realm hidden somewhere......"

Bai Luan waved his hand to stop Lu Xian from continuing, "In the past 20,000 years, the disaster of Haoyang and the disaster of Candle Yin have only been limited to ten years at a time, and there has never been one more day or one less day. I have discussed this matter with the Elephant King and the Tiger King, and I am afraid that the leaders of the two realms of Haoyang and Candle Yin have made a clear agreement to set a time limit for each to come to the Emperor Mountain Realm to plunder. There is still a whole month left in this candle plague, and if the candle hunters follow the ten-year limit, we can kill as much as we want, but it's a big deal to find a place to avoid the limelight, and those candle hunters will definitely leave on time anyway......"

Hearing Bai Luan's analysis like this, Lu Xian and the others became excited, "Senior Brother Bai, is there really only one month left for the Candle Yin disaster?"

Bai Luan sighed heavily: "It stands to reason that there is indeed a month left, but what I'm worried about is that the Candle Yin Hunter may break through the ten-year limit this time!"

"How is this possible!" Lu Xian said, "What Senior Brother just speculated is that the two worlds of Haoyang and Candle Yin must check and balance each other, and the Candle Yin Realm will definitely not dare to break through the limit of ten years!"

Bai Luan couldn't refute it, but he had a faint premonition in his heart, and after weighing it repeatedly, he finally made a decision......

Early the next morning, after a night's rest, Haruka already had some spirits.

"Liu Ming, you take Yao Nian to hide your tracks as much as possible and go to the north to explore a hidden path, if the adults encounter any Divine Realm, Immortal Realm Candle Yin Hunter can take this path to escape!" Bai Luan commanded.

Liu Ming naturally didn't have any objections, but he didn't understand the destination of going north, "Senior Bai, where is the farthest way to the north?"

Bai Luan's eyes suddenly had a scarlet impulse, and he replied loudly: "The farthest is the Fire Dirt Mountain in the north of the Two Seasons Mountain!"

The south of the mountain is the birthplace where thousands of creatures rest, and the north of the mountain is the place of death of barren people. For 20,000 years, no one has crossed the Liangji Mountain, and the many powerful people who want to escape from the troubles of the world have only reached the foot of the Liangji Mountain, just as the Broken Cloud Clone and Mu Wei have done.

According to legend, the Fire Dirt Mountain is the place where the immortal cultivators of the Three Realms work together to destroy Xuan Mo. After Xuan Mo's death, his anger burned half of the realm of living beings! The anger was extinguished, and the mountains of fire and dirt took shape.

Lu Xian and the others heard the four words "Fire Dirt Mountain" all change color, and it was rumored from generation to generation that there was only one dead word represented there, and it was said that even the capitals of the two realms of Haoyang and Candle Yin did not dare to go there to stay for a while!

Yuanwei laughed: "Bai Luan chose a good place for me, where did I come from and die there after all, is this really fate?"

In fact, everyone understands that this candle calamity is too ferocious. Bai Luan, Lu Xian, and Jiu Ji were immortal cultivators in the Soul Condensation Realm, and it was difficult for them to escape the pursuit of the Candle Yin Hunter, and Yuan Wei was the primary target of the Candle Yin Hunter, except for Liu Ming and Yao Nian, it was almost difficult for the few people present to spend their whole body, what difference would it make in this situation?

Watching Liu Ming lead the weak Yao Nian to disappear into the distance, and watching Yao Nian turn back three times in one step, Yuan Wei seemed to be hollowed out in his heart again.

After half a pillar of incense, seeing that Yuanwei was still staring blankly at the direction where Yao Nian disappeared, Bai Luan couldn't help but remind: "Your Excellency, ......"

And Yuanwei's face changed, and he said, "What danger have they encountered!" Before he finished speaking, the huge ink-colored wings smashed several giant trees around him and sent Yuanwei into the air. Bai Luan and the others naturally didn't dare to slack off, and they followed him closely behind him and went straight to the north.

On a small hillside outside the dense forest, several strange immortal cultivators were fighting each other, but it was not Liu Ming and Yao Nian.

Yuan Wei couldn't tell whether those people were candle yin hunters or Emperor Mountain Realm immortal cultivators, so he had to land beside them and ask for clarification. The realm of those few immortal cultivators was low, and the highest was only the Great Perfection cultivation of the Gathering Spirit Realm. The huge storm brought by the Yuanwei Linyi knocked them all out dozens of feet away.

Those few immortal cultivators even crawled up from the dust, but they didn't even dare to raise their heads, because Yuanwei's momentum was too big and too big. A few young people even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy loudly in the most humble manner: "Lord Candle Yin spare your life, Lord Candle Yin spare your life!"

It turned out that these people were authentic Emperor Mountain Realm immortal cultivators, and they fought here because of their different concepts. The momentum brought by Mototail made them think that they had attracted the Candle Hunter.

Looking at the groveling young men, the Mototail wings slashed like knives and smashed them to pieces without hesitation! The few who were lucky enough to not die squatted on the ground and trembled.

"Why are you fighting here?" asked Motoo coldly.

"We are all disciples of the same sect. It's him! It's them! They say that this will always be the Third Realm, not the Emperor Mountain Realm! They also say that Lord Genwei will never be hope, but disaster! They curse Lord Genwei to be killed quickly in order to change the peace of the Third Realm...... A few of us were so angry that we got into an argument that we made a move!" replied a young girl from the early stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

The black shadow shook that Motowei was already standing in front of the girl, and he picked up the girl's chin with his thin fingers and said, "You did a good job, they should be damned...... What's your name?"

The girl looked at Motowei in fear and replied, "My name is Liu Yi...... But those people are my senior brothers...... I—I don't want to kill them...... You, you, you're the motoo!"

The young men looked up one after another, and when they confirmed that it was the Motowei in front of them, whose name they had only heard and not seen, they couldn't help but get excited.

"Motoo-sama, you're really alive!"

"Lord Yuanwei, we are all willing to join your Emperor Mountain Hunter, and we are willing to exchange our own death for the revival of the Emperor Mountain Realm!"

"Lord Yuanwei, we are all disciples of Yae Village, please go and sit in our village!"

At this time, Bai Luan and others also arrived one after another. Seeing the appearance of such high-level seniors, those young people were excited, and their young faces were full of confidence that they had never had before.

Lu Xian was greatly encouraged, "My lord, why don't we go to their Bachong Village to rest for a while, and by the way, we can inquire about the situation around here!"

Yuanwei glanced at Bai Luan, and saw that he was also nodding frequently, so he went to Bachongzhai with fierce praise and praise from several young people.

Although the name of Yaezhai is magnificent, it is actually just a family of cultivators in a small valley surrounded by eight low hills. The immortal cultivators in the clan are all surnamed Liu, and the patriarch Liu Hong is an old man who only has the realm of the Great Perfection of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

Watching his disciples introduce Yuanwei and Bai Luan and the others into the village, Liu Hong was shocked, and Yuanwei couldn't even see all the feelings he expressed on his distorted face.

"Liu Yi, why are only six of you coming back when you go out?" Liu Hong asked Liu Yi in a low voice after letting Yuan Wei into the main hall.

"Killed by me!" Yuan Wei picked up the rough tea bowl and said coldly without raising his eyes: "I heard them begging me to be killed by the Candle Yin Hunter, so kill them first!"

Liu Hong was startled, so he hurriedly echoed: "Good kill, good kill!" He turned his head and instructed Liu Yi again: "Liu Yi, you must take care of Lord Yuanwei, I will arrange the adult's food and lodging and come back soon." ”

Seeing that Liu Hong was leaving, Yuan Wei called him back: "Come back! I have something to ask you!"

Under Yuanwei's cold gaze, only Liu Hong, who was in the Gathering Spirit Realm, didn't dare to disobey no matter how bold he was, he moved to Yuanwei and sat on half of his ass to the chair and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"Have you ever had a candle hunter in this stockade?"

"No, never!" Liu Hong shook his hands and hurriedly said: "My eightfold village is said to be an immortal cultivation family, but immortal cultivators live together with mortals, and those family members in my family who are not qualified to cultivate immortals are also doing some idle work in the village. And the highest realm in the village is me, how could the candle hunter come here!"

Yuan Wei expected that he didn't dare to lie, nodded and continued to ask him, "Are there candle hunters near Yaezhai?"

"Yes, it is said that there is a sect thousands of miles away in the north, and the Candle Yin Hunter has been living there since he killed the master of the sect. It's been ten years!" Liu Hong said.

"I've lived there for nearly ten years, has that sect been wiped out?" asked Motoo curiously.

"Wiped out? After killing the sect master, the candle hunter snatched all their savings, and also seized several young and beautiful female disciples in the sect. Alas, fortunately, the calamity of the candle shade will soon be over, and so will their suffering!" Liu Hong sighed.

"Since you have been bullied like this, do you still have the face to live in the world?" Yuan Wei smashed the case in front of him with a palm and said angrily.

Liu Hong was so frightened that he slipped from his chair and fell to the ground: "He, he, they just want to live!"

Yuan Wei waved his hand angrily and drove Liu Hong out of the hall, and he discussed with Bai Luan and others how to go to that sect to kill the Candle Yin Hunter.