As night fell, the flickering bonfire reflected the flickering face of Motoo. Beside him crawled weakly a huge coyote, a shocking scar on the back of the coyote that 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 is attachment, the kind of attachment that accompanies each other day and night.

"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 two realms of Haoyang and Candle Yin have had such an agreement, so they have 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 limit of ten years, 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 anyway......"

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

Bai Luan sighed heavily: "It stands to reason that there is only one month left, but what I'm worried about is that the Candle Yin Hunter may not necessarily abide by the ten-year limit!"

"How is this possible!" Lu Xian said, "I think what Senior Brother said is extremely true, 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 those 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 did.

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 fire is extinguished, and the fire scale mountain is formed.

Steal will be lazy, and change it later.

As night fell, the flickering bonfire reflected the flickering face of Motoo. Beside him crawled weakly a huge coyote, and a shocking scar on the back of the coyote had been stitched together by 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 is attachment, the kind of attachment that accompanies each other day and night.

"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 two realms of Haoyang and Candle Yin have had such an agreement, so they have 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 limit of ten years, 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 anyway......"

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

Bai Luan sighed heavily: "It stands to reason that there is only one month left, but what I'm worried about is that the Candle Yin Hunter may not necessarily abide by the ten-year limit!"

"How is this possible!" Lu Xian said, "I think what Senior Brother said is extremely true, 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 those 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 did.

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.