"Drip ......!"

Not long after Lu Chen and his entourage left Pingyao City, a crisp system prompt sounded in Lu Chen's mind.

"Discover the immortals in the world, raise the baby, pursue the eternals, explore the secrets of the Nine Realms, and find the truth about the destruction of the flood!"

"This task is a coherent task, and every time the host finds useful information, the system will provide corresponding rewards according to the validity of the information!"

"There is no time requirement for this mission!"

"Drip ......!"

"Get clues to Biyou Palace and find the whereabouts of Biyou Palace!"

Listening to the system voice in his head, Lu Chen was stunned, thought for a while, and didn't care, even if the system didn't issue a task, he had to check it out.

Of course, the system is willing to give him a reward, and he accepts it all, after all, the system must be a high-quality product, even if he has the treasure house of the ancestor of the fire giant, he can't ask for this kind of thing in the system.

"Boom!"

The dust was flying in the distance, the flag covered the sky, and the sound of the golden iron horse came, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping.

The battle is invincible, unstoppable, and before anyone arrives, the terrifying aura of slaughter has spread all over this world.

It was an army of battle-hardened veterans, and all sorts of strange beasts were galloping and rumbling across the land, making the earth shake for a while.

In the sky, birds of prey are infested, their huge wings spread, covering the sky and the sun, and the gods are overwhelming the heavens and the earth, making countless creatures tremble.

In the center of the entire army, a man is in the center, like a general of an ancient battlefield, commanding thousands of troops without chaos, strategizing, and holding one side.

The entire army was murderous and sharp, giving people an invincible and terrifying momentum, as if nothing could stop them, and anything that stood in their way would be torn apart by their iron and blood.

"It's Uncle Huang!" Nan Rumeng saw this man from a distance, let out an exclamation, and quickly swept forward.

"Nan Gufeng!"

There is no need to guess, the leader of this army is the brain of the Southern Dance Dynasty, the Great Sage of the Lonely Wind Nan Lonely Wind.

"Who, dare to trespass on the Southern Dance Army!" Nan Rumeng did not approach the army, above the birds of prey in the sky, a figure stepped on, the dragon spear in his hand pointed obliquely, the holy power rolled, and the sharp and iron-blooded killing intent directly locked on Nan Rumeng.

The dragon spear is invincible, this is a terrifying momentum, and anyone who is pointed at this spear, once he moves, he will be greeted by a stormy attack.

"Uncle Seven, it's me!" Nan Rumeng saw the domineering figure on the raptor, and directly let go of his momentum.

Both of them practiced the true secret art of the Southern Dance Dynasty, dancing the sky and fighting each other, and the qi of the same origin pulled each other.

"Meng'er?" The man on the raptor was stunned for a moment, then his face was overjoyed, and he turned around suddenly, and roared with divine power, "The princess is back!"

"What?"

Nan Gufeng, who was sitting in the Chinese army, stood up suddenly, looked into the distance, and looked ahead.

And the whole army came to an abrupt halt and was not advancing.

In everyone's sight, a shadow came from the sky, heroic and ethereal.

"What a princess!"

"Princess Chitose!"

"Princess Chitose!"

The entire army cheered, looking at Nan Rumeng with a look of adoration and admiration.

Nan Rumeng, second only to his father and uncle in the entire Nanwu Dynasty, is loved by everyone in the dynasty.

There are even more young people who love it and swear to follow it.

This time, it was precisely because of the knowledge that the princess was imprisoned by the Purple Mountain Holy Land that the imperial dynasty formed a large army to crusade against the Purple Mountain, and countless people enthusiastically signed up, and the military camp was trampled to pieces.

In the end, it was the Southern Dance Holy Emperor who gave the order, which made everyone stop.

But resolutely there were still some people who went out on their own and rushed to the Purple Mountain Holy Land to rescue.

"Meng'er!" Nan Gufeng looked at his niece in front of him, feeling very happy, and nodded incessantly, "Hmph, fortunately, Zishan let you go, otherwise I will dance with them endlessly!"

"But even if we let you go, we have to get justice for you!"

"Uncle Huang, no need!" Nan Rumeng hugged Nan Gufeng's arm and said with a smile, "Someone has already vented my anger, not to mention that it is not much use to go to Purple Mountain at this time!"

"Why?"

"Because the Purple Mountain has closed the mountain gate and is hidden!" Nan Rumeng said in a coquettish voice.

"What?" Nan Gufeng was shocked.

Purple Mountain closes the mountain gate and hides the world, how is this possible?

"That's true!" Nan Rumeng whispered in Nan Gufeng's ear.

"Hiss......!" When she finished explaining, Nan Gufeng gasped and was deeply shocked.

Killing the two god kings, but also killing into the abyss of the Holy Land, forcing the quasi-emperor of the Purple Mountain to appear, and ordering the mountain gate to be closed?

This is simply a fantasy, even if he tried his best in the Southern Dance Dynasty, it would not be able to achieve this effect.

What's more, there is still a quasi-emperor-level old immortal in the Purple Mountain Holy Land?

Quasi-emperor, the first person under the emperor, an invincible and ruthless man in contemporary times.

"How did he do it?" Nan Gufeng said in despair, this is incredible.

"I don't know, as if I'm looking at that quasi-emperor as if I'm afraid of him!" Nan Rumeng Zou frowned and said strangely.

"Hiss......!" Nan Gufeng gasped, even the quasi-emperor was afraid of the existence, could it be that kid is a supreme giant, who has been wandering away from the world?

Come to think of it, it's very likely.

"You must be friendly, this is the opportunity of the Southern Dance Dynasty!" Nan Gufeng is worthy of being the think tank of the Southern Dance Dynasty, and after a moment, he has already diverged his thinking to the future of the Dynasty.

"The class master returns to the dynasty!" Nan Gufeng weighed it and immediately gave an order to the army.

"What?"

"Dashuai, you can't be a class teacher, the Purple Mountain Holy Land dares to detain our princess of Nanwu, we should ask for an explanation!"

"Yes, Marshal, you can't retreat!"

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

"The Holy Land of Purple Mountain has been hidden, the mountain gate is closed, and there is nowhere to be found, so this commander ordered, the class master will return to the court!" Facing the invitation of the major generals, Nan Gufeng said in a deep voice.

"What?"

"The Purple Mountain Holy Land is in seclusion?"

"The mountain gates are closed?"

For a while, everyone was shocked, the Purple Mountain Holy Land, that is the largest force in the Southern Regions, how can you say that if you close the mountain gate, you will close the mountain gate?

"Could it be that the Purple Mountain Holy Land knows that it has offended my Nanwu Dynasty and is so frightened that it picks up its tail?" someone said half-jokingly.

"Get out!"

"That's the Holy Land of Purple Mountain, you think it's a cat and a dog!"

"Where is Childe?" Ignoring the discussions of the generals, Nan Gufeng looked into the distance, looking for Lu Chen's traces.

"It's not far ahead, and you'll be there in a moment!" Nan Rumeng whispered.

"Quick, come out!" Nan Gufeng hurriedly left the Chinese army and went forward.

"Da Shuai?" The generals were puzzled, looking at their big handsome people going away, looking confused, and unable to return to their senses for a long time.

"Da Da Da!"

The carriage approached, along the ancient road, slowly.