The spiritual fire hanging above the Mokite Mountain fell, the sky burned the mountain, and the fire soared into the sky.

The immortals were busy cutting off the spiritual fire connected to Moyuan Mountain, fearing that the spiritual fire would burn to their own mountain.

As for the fire on Moyuan Mountain, no one put out it this time.

Except for the sound of the fire burning down the trees and houses, except for the sound of heavy objects falling, except for the sound of the night wind howling to fuel the fire, there is no screaming and shouting of any living creatures in the entire Mokite Mountain.

There was no figure in sight, and even the fairy birds that were originally scurrying around were gone.

Meng Qinghe no longer had the calmness she had earlier, she walked through the sea of fire, looking for Ye Jibai everywhere.

The red silk was particularly dazzling in the flames, and the "snort" was rolled up by the tongue of fire and instantly turned into ashes.

The marriage that was supposed to be lively ended in the most tragic way.

Meng Qinghe forced himself to calm down, how could Ye Jibai be calculated by the Emperor of Heaven?

He'll be fine!

The shrill voice of the whistle pierced the night sky, and the candle dragon was called.

He Shufan vomited half of the lake water in the world, and felt a little relieved of nausea, which was called by Meng Qinghe to extinguish the fire, just spit out the remaining half of the lake water.

Meng Qinghe stood on the clouds, looking at Moyuan Mountain in the wind and rain, as the fire became smaller and smaller, her heart became colder and colder.

In the huge Mo Kite Mountain, she didn't detect a trace of immortal spiritual breath.

Even if it's a bird.

It's as if all living beings have vanished out of thin air.

Master game, step by step, chess is one move, and the whole game is lost.

The arranger of the Eight Desolations Puppet Array...... Is there a replacement?

Ye Jibai told Meng Qinghe with great certainty that night: The arrangers of the Eight Desolation Puppet Array will never be replaced, no matter what method the Heavenly Emperor uses.

But at this moment, Meng Qinghe was a little shaken, she didn't distrust Ye Jibai, she was worried that Ye Jibai was also blinded.

Qingwu is indeed the one that the Emperor of Heaven placed in the Yuelan Immortal Mansion, but she is not the one chosen by the Emperor of Heaven.

Meng Qinghe has always ignored one point, ignoring the conditions that must be met by the arrayer.

She thought that as long as she was in tune with the Eight Desolation Puppet Array and obedient enough, she would be selected by the Heavenly Emperor, but she didn't know that those who set up the formation needed to undergo various tests and sharpen their minds.

This alone is not in line with Qingwu.

Instead, it is Zhige Fairy......

Whether it is the betrayal of a friend, or the love that cannot be loved, or being driven to the north of the desolate and cold land, the suffering suffered by Fairy Zhige is no less than that of Ye Jibai.

Meng Qinghe slapped herself, playing with her mind, she was really inferior to the Emperor of Heaven.

On that day, on the jade couch in the lotus pond, although she was wary of Fairy Zhige, she never imagined that Fairy Zhige would win her trust by exposing the secret of the Emperor of Heaven.

Even if Meng Qinghe doesn't believe in one of them, he will believe in the other, which often makes people have a desire to find out.

It just so happened that Meng Qinghe ate this set.

Also, when the Emperor of Heaven peeked at Ye Jibai in the peep mirror, he must have understood Meng Qinghe's temperament, and he was very handy when he took it up.

After the heavy rain, the mountains were scorched and black, and the Yuelan Immortal Mansion was in ruins, without half of its vitality.

Meng Qinghe was unwilling, she flew down to the position of the Wind Stopping Pavilion, bent down and picked up a handful of wet and sticky black ash, concentrated on the center to explore, and then threw it away.

The mountain is full of dead things, and Mokite Mountain is like a cemetery.

"Qinghe, where is Ye Jibai?" He Shufan turned into a human form and fell to the ground.

Meng Qinghe also wanted to know where Ye Jibai was.

If she knew, how could she stand in the ruins and be overwhelmed?

Meng Qinghe was silent for a moment, and then said to He Shufan: "You go and inquire around to see if there is any news about the Heavenly Emperor." ”

Now is not the time to be sad.

He Shufan didn't dare to delay, so he went immediately, but as soon as he left Moyuan Mountain, he felt that something was wrong, and before he could turn around, the mountains in the distance suddenly shook.

He Shufan flew to a high place and looked again, only to see that the intertwined spiritual fires were shaking violently, as if they were about to fall down in the next moment; The undulating fairy mountains are like ships chasing waves in the sea, floating and sinking among the clouds and mist, shaking people's eyes dizzy.

Almost every immortal family on the immortal mountain flew up to the clouds, He Shufan looked at it, and only felt that those white-clothed immortals were like flying snow, fluttering chaotically, and there was nothing to follow.

The sudden turmoil plunged the fairy world into chaos.

Only He Shufan knew that this was a move made by Meng Qinghe.

What is she doing here?

It's just someone, isn't it?

He Shufan pinched his eyebrows, turned around and flew towards Moyuan Mountain.

From afar, I saw Meng Qinghe standing in the dark ruins, countless blood-red rays gushing out from her fingertips, and the red threads drifted into the night sky, drilling into the black ash under her feet, she was dressed in plain clothes, and was soon coerced by the red thread.

On Mokite Mountain, in addition to the scorched black, it is this inextricable red light.

He Shufan gasped, and he couldn't wait to rush over and slap Meng Qinghe twice.

She's actually summoning spirits!

It's not an ordinary soul, it's a soul beast in the sea of dreams!

She opened the Demon Realm Passage!

Is she crazy?

Meng Qinghe naturally knew what he was doing, crazy? Not really.

Waiting for He Shufan to ask mountain by mountain, isn't it too slow?

Whether it was Ye Jibai or the Heavenly Emperor, whether they were dead or alive, as long as they were still within the Three Realms, the soul beasts at the bottom of the Dream Sea would have a way to find them.

To live to see a man and to die to see a corpse.

If the Eight Desolation Puppet Formation had changed the array, they would have cleaned up together today to avenge Ye Jibai.

As for those frightened immortal families, let them see the strength of the Demon Venerable, and restrain their arrogant temperament in the future, which can be regarded as a lesson for them, don't think that they can provoke anyone.

Although Meng Qinghe doesn't like to cause trouble, she is not used to the trouble that comes to her door.

In an instant, the entire fairy world was enveloped in red light, the starlight and moon shadows had long since disappeared, and the black mist was pouring in from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, it was overwhelming.

The spiritual fire was engulfed by the black mist, the red light was engulfed by the black mist, and the fairy world fell into darkness.

Darkness engulfs all sounds, and fear is infinitely amplified.

"Qinghe, Qinghe ......"

He Shufan called in a low voice, he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of disturbing Meng Qinghe's mind, but he really couldn't rest assured.

After all, this was the first time that Meng Qinghe had driven soul beasts outside of the Dream Sea.

Even when she cleared the obstacles for the Demon Venerable in the past, she had never summoned a soul beast.

On someone else's territory, no one knows if there will be any accidents.

But then again...... What accidents can't be handled by soul beasts?

Unless Meng Qing and the demon breath are not good, they can't drive the soul beast......

Phew, impossible!

A faint blue light pierced through the thick ink-like darkness, and the darkness was torn open, and then it was out of control, and the black mist rolled out, hiding outside the 100,000 Immortal Mountain.

The heavens and the earth suddenly opened up, and the immortals were still panicking, and Edgeworth made a defensive posture in mid-air.

On Mokite Mountain, the woman who knelt on one knee was covered in blood, and the thunder-driving sword glowing with blue light returned to her hand.

She looked up slowly, her red eyes dripping blood.

He Shufan dodged and rushed to her side and helped her up, "Qinghe, how are you?" ”

Meng Qinghe staggered two steps, leaned on He Shufan, and said in a dumb voice: "Return to the Demon Realm!" ”

(End of chapter)