An Lan had already come out of the customs, and many demon generals came to the fairy world, shocking everyone. If the Immortal Emperor doesn't come out, who will compete? Now, he continues to create good results on the battlefield and defeat the heroes of the immortal world.

"It is rumored that the heir of this Demon Emperor clamored to destroy the Arctic Immortal Emperor and vowed to slaughter him. Avenge his mother who died from the Arctic Immortal Emperor clan. He will cut off the heads of his enemies with his own hands and pay tribute to his mother. Not long after, someone broke out this shocking curtain.

As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked and asked: "What is the relationship between An Lan and the Arctic Immortal Emperor?" ”

"His mother is the sister of the Arctic Immortal Emperor, and she was killed by the Arctic Immortal Emperor during the Great War, so she has the hatred of Anlan now." The man told the secret.

People immediately talked about it and expressed different opinions on it. Some people think that the Arctic Immortal Emperor is too ruthless, but most people think that the Arctic Immortal Emperor is not at fault, and since the woman has become the Demon Emperor and Imperial Princess, she should be killed.

"Amitabha, what the donors see is only the surface, and the inside story is just what many people don't know." A Buddha horn sounded.

For no reason, Su Qingwei felt very familiar.

Then, in her surprised gaze, a white-clothed monk walked into the restaurant leisurely, and Shi Shiran sat on the table next to Su Qingwei.

His face is handsome and dusty, exuding Buddha light and transcendence, and the whole person seems to be unstained with dust, which is very eye-catching.

Not far away, Su Qingwei obviously exclaimed, this monk was the monk Xuanci who had never met again after parting in the mortal realm, that is, the Jialan Ancient Buddha.

And now, he's actually here? Su Qingwei couldn't help but glance at him more.

No, Xuan Ci's divine sense was extremely amazing, and he actually turned his head to look at Su Qingwei.

Su Qingwei suddenly became nervous, and she didn't know if the monk had seen through her, because she found that she couldn't see through Xuan Ci's cultivation.

"Amitabha!" Fortunately, the other party just glanced at her with a smile and withdrew his gaze, and then enjoyed his meal peacefully.

Su Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't that she didn't want to recognize Xuan Ci, but what she was doing now was too dangerous, and she didn't want to involve the old people.

After sitting for a while, Su Qingwei and the others left the restaurant, planning to go straight to the Immortal Demon Battlefield.

After leaving the city and traveling tens of thousands of miles in the sky, the Xuanye Immortal Emperor suddenly stopped and said lightly: "Your Excellency has been following for so long, it is time to show up!" ”

Who is it? actually followed them silently, and Su Qingwei didn't even notice it. Similarly, the Falling Rain Immortal Emperor's face was also a little dazed, and it was obvious that he had not noticed anything abnormal.

The void was still terrifyingly quiet, and Su Qingwei couldn't help but get a little nervous. The other party doesn't know what it is, but the strength is definitely not weak.

"Bang!"

She was still thinking about it, but Di Chen had already pointed to a certain void point.

"Oops! Don't fight, don't fight! The little monk is out! A familiar voice sounded, and Xuan Ci escaped from the void with his arms covered.

Su Qingwei was speechless for a moment, she didn't expect that the stalker was actually him!

Seeing Su Qingwei, Xuan Ci was very aggrieved: "Qingwei, when you meet each other, are you welcoming me like this?" Hurry up and let Di Chen stop! ”

Beside him, Di Chen looked like he wanted to make a move at any time, and Xuan Ci's body trembled a few more times in fright.

Su Qingwei hurriedly appeased Di Chen, only to let him relax his vigilance.

Then, she looked at Xuan Ci: "How did you recognize me?" Is it because of my low cultivation? ”