In the end, Bai Yanlun still took Gai Lao and ran in the direction of Sucheng, after all, there were nearly 5,000 clansmen waiting for him in Sucheng.

Wen Qingye looked at Bai Yanlun's back, and sighed for no reason in his heart.

Gai Lao is no longer by his side, so he is met by Emperor Shitian and Cao Feiyang, and there is only one way to die.

Bai Qing whispered beside him: "Altar Master, I have already sent the jade slip to Tiandong, he said that Tianhe Suzhou Prefecture and Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture have already set up checkpoints along the way, and countless Southern Immortal Court monks are searching for our news."

"And the newly appointed king of Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture is none other than Zhang Xieyue."

After Bai Qing finished speaking, he looked at Wen Qingye and looked into the distance motionlessly, as if he hadn't heard his words at all, and stood aside cautiously at the moment, without speaking.

Wen Qingye took a deep breath and said, "You go too, go to Tianhe Suzhou, my side is not safe"

"Altar Master!"

Bai Qing was a little frightened, with a little anxiety in her eyebrows.

She knew that Wen Qingye had only one way to leave the Southern Immortal Court now.

Wen Qingye said: "Just wait for me to come back"

Looking at Wen Qingye's face, Bai Qing finally nodded heavily and said, "I, Bai Qing, will wait for the altar master to return."

After Bai Qing finished speaking, he also jumped away.

In the huge forest, Wen Qingye was suddenly the only one left.

"Cao Feiyang, serving the nine demons, breaking the sky, sealing prayers, Yi Yangyue ......"

Wen Qingye's mouth was chattering, and his heart was thinking, and Bai Qing, who was a little distracted next to him, didn't hear what he was saying clearly, and asked curiously at the moment: "Altar master, what did you say?"

"You know what? This era is not for us anymore because we are so nostalgic"

After Wen Qingye finished speaking, there was no expression on his face, and he turned around and walked into the distance.

........

With the peace of Feng Qi Immortal Monarch and Mo Xuan Immortal Monarch in Fengcheng, the great war between the Eastern Immortal Court and the Southern Immortal Court was completely over.

The Eastern Immortal Court withdrew from the Western Poor Zhuozhou, but the Shanhai Linzhou became the territory of the Eastern Immortal Court forever.

At the same time, Wen Qingye also disappeared into the Southern Immortal Court, without a trace, and disappeared without any news.

Most of the monks in the Southern Immortal Court were talking about the great battle and the man who had disappeared.

The absolute majority of people thought that he would never appear, and at the same time he was squeezed out by the two great immortal emperors, and he was still the only one in the Southern Immortal Court.

There are also some people who believe that Wen Qingye did not leave, but hid in a corner of the Southern Immortal Court to retreat, with Wen Qingye's character, he would not be 'driven away'.

But with the passage of time, the tide of public discussion gradually subsided, and Wen Qingye became a past in people's mouths.

As long as the two Immortal Emperors are there, the Southern Immortal Court will be fine, and the rest of the people are just supporting roles.

Tiandu Fengzhou, Fengcheng.

Yan whispered standing in the middle of the garden, looking at the rockery pond in front of him, swimming fish and fine stones, his brows were sometimes tight, sometimes stretched, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A maid hurriedly walked over and said, "King Zhou, Mo Xuan Immortal Monarch is gone, Zhengyang Immortal Monarch has already arrived in the front hall."

"I see"

Yan whispered to hear the maid's words, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked towards the front hall of Fengcheng.

Walking into the front hall, Zhengyang Xianjun stood in the center, his expression was leisurely, calm, and not much different from usual.

Zhengyang Xianjun saw Yan whispering and walked in, and said with a smile: "Call me here, but what do you want to ask me?"

The battle between the Eastern Immortal Court and the Southern Immortal Court ended, and Zhengyang Immortal Jun prepared to leave Fengcheng and return to Southern Shenzhou.

In fact, Yan Qingyu has the best relationship in the Southern Immortal Court is this Zhengyang Immortal Monarch, when she first arrived in the Immortal Realm, Zhengyang Immortal Monarch supported her the most.

Although he didn't take her as an apprentice, the relationship was not bad.

However, the fairy world doesn't know much about this relationship.

Yan whispered, her expression was a little complicated, and she said, "Wen Qingye is down, it really makes me unbelievable."

In this battle between the two immortal courts, there are countless masters, but the real brilliance of the Southern Immortal Court in the end is Wen Qingye, if the Eastern Immortal Court is repelled by the Southern Immortal Court, they are definitely the first merit.

But Wen Qingye did not get the reward he deserved, but instead became a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of the two immortal emperors, which greatly surprised everyone's expectations.

"Time is also fate"

Zhengyang Xianjun heard Yan whispering about Wen Qingye, shook his head, and said: "It may be that he is too demonic, or it may be due to his character, in short, a character like him is going to suffer."

"Because he won't bow his head"

"Won't bow your head?"

Yan Qingyu frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

Zhengyang Xianjun nodded seriously and said, "I won't bow my head, I am destined to break my head."

When Yan whispered, he immediately felt that what Zhengyang Xianjun said was very right, especially in line with Wen Qingye's character and fate.

Zhengyang Xianjun said a little strangely: "What's the matter?

"It's not"

Yan whispered and shook his head, then hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually, I think it's strange to have someone this time."

Zhengyang Xianjun frowned and said, "You mean Zhang Xiyue?"

"That's right, it's him" Yan nodded softly: "I always feel that he is different from before, from the tone of his speech, his bearing, there have been earth-shaking changes, especially his cultivation, I can't see through it"

This time, after Zhang Xieyue arrived in Fengzhou, the heavenly capital, with the immortal guards of the Southern Immortal Court, the two met again.

But this time they met, Yan Qingyu found that Zhang Xieyue was still the same person, but his temperament had changed a lot, as if he had woken up after a huge blow.

"It's become more mature"

Zhengyang Immortal Jun took a slight breath and said: "His appearance just makes me a little incomprehensible, I feel like the next Immortal Emperor, but isn't this a good thing?

Hearing Zhengyang Xianjun's words, Yan nodded slightly, but her brows were always locked.

She always felt that Zhang Xiyue had changed a little, becoming stronger, but also becoming less and less like him.

.........

Demon cave, demon vein.

Beneath a huge black bag of earth was a large natural mine, and in the middle of it was covered with black sharp stones.

There was a blinding glow from the tip of the stone, and the sound of water droplets in the distance.

Wu Qiren only felt that his whole body was sore, as if he had fallen apart, and his whole body was no longer his.

"Where is this?"

Wu Qiren's eyes opened slightly, and then he twisted his body with difficulty, and suddenly a gray air flow surged from his body.

What is this gray airflow?

Wu Qiren showed a trace of doubt in his heart, and his vision could naturally feel that the energy contained in this gray air flow was much more terrifying than the true qi.

But how could he not be surprised that this gray air flow was not supposed to be compatible in his body, but in the end it was able to converge in his divine kingdom?

Could it be..... Wu Qiren remembered that several strange figures kept tinkering with his body at that time.

What race those figures were, and why he didn't have the slightest impression in his memory.

And where the hell is this place?

Wu Qiren's heart was full of doubts.

At this moment, dozens of gray air currents seemed to float in the surrounding air, and these gray air currents surged wildly and rushed towards Wu Qiren's body.

In just a few breaths, the gray air flow poured into Wu Qiren's body.

With the influx of gray air, Wu Qiren suddenly felt that his whole body was cold, as if his body was about to be torn apart.

All the blood vessels I saw were exposed, and there seemed to be something moving in the blood vessels, as if they were about to burst the blood vessels.

Wu Qiren also felt that his brain was blank, as if it was about to explode.

If it weren't for Wu Qiren's amazing perseverance, I'm afraid he would have fainted a long time ago.

At this moment, patches of cold-colored light emerged from Wu Qiren's body, and the gray airflow that had originally gathered in Wu Qiren's body was gradually swallowed up by the cold-colored light.

I don't know how long it has been, but the gray air flow in Wu Qiren's body has been swallowed up by the cold light.

A clear, agile aura instantly filled Wu Qiren's mind, and then when he saw it with the naked eye, Wu Qiren's cultivation increased slightly.

Wu Qiren looked at his palm, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes: "This gray air flow can actually make my cultivation increase?"

Originally, he thought that the gray airflow would be a harmful thing, but he didn't expect that this gray airflow would actually be able to improve his cultivation.

And it seems that the gray air flow around him is endless, surging towards his body in a steady stream.

"What the hell is this place?"

Wu Qiren's heart was full of doubts.

Just as Wu Qiren was thinking, the gray air flow around him rushed towards him frantically.

The gray airflow was extremely domineering and extremely destructive, but before the gray airflow expanded to a certain extent, it was melted by the cold-colored light in Wu Qiren's body.

Whenever the gray air flow disappeared, Wen Qingye's cultivation increased visibly.

Just as he was absorbing another round of gray airflow, a figure appeared in Wu Qiren's field of vision in the distance.

The figure seemed to be Xiang Wen Qingye.

As the figure approached, Wen Qingye finally saw the figure.

It was a middle-aged man, his eyes were incomparably beautiful, his gray robe was tattered, and most strikingly, a black bag hung from his waist.

When the middle-aged man saw Wu Qiren, a gleam appeared in his eyes: "Is there another new one?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with a hint of playfulness and banter, as if a tiger had seen its prey.

When Wu Qiren saw the visitor, he subconsciously asked, "Who are you? What kind of place is this?"

(End of chapter)