"Meet Elder Dongfang!"

When the monk of the White Moon Palace heard this, he bowed in astonishment after feeling the powerful primordial infant aura of the other party.

Wan Xiu worshipped, and his voice resounded in the sky, so not magnificent.

Dongfang Zimo felt all this, his face couldn't help but rise slightly, his gaze swept towards these monks, and finally fell on Ziyun.

As if sensing that there was an unscrupulous aura staring at him, Ziyundai raised her head with a frown, and happened to look at Dongfang Zimo.

Dongfang Zimo's eyes were full of playful and sadistic meaning, which shocked Ziyun's heart, and he faintly felt that this look was a little familiar.

After the worship, the old man spoke to everyone for a long time, and it took half an hour to finish.

The next thing was to celebrate that there was another Yuanying elder in the White Moon Palace, and a grand party was held, and many Yuanying monks nearby came to congratulate this elder when they heard the sound.

A few days later, Ziyun came to the top of a mountain called Red God Feng, which was the Dongfang Elder Cave Mansion that had newly joined the White Moon Palace.

After a while, two disciples could be seen flying out of the mountain peak.

"What is the matter with this senior sister here?" When a disciple of a foundation building monk learned that Ziyun was a Jindan monk, he didn't dare to bow down and salute.

"I'm coming to Elder Dongfang, can I bother to report it." Ziyun said expressionlessly.

"Yes! Senior sister is here later. ”

The two disciples glanced at each other, then fled back.

After a cup of tea, the two disciples turned back.

"Elder, please." After one of the disciples finished speaking, he led the way ahead.

When Ziyun heard this, he followed silently.

Through the barrier, through the clouds, we came to a hall where a man in white stood with his back on his back.

"Elder, someone brought it here."

"Go down, for no one is allowed to enter this temple without the command of this seat." Dongfang Zimo said with his back to him.

The two disciples answered and left honestly.

Ziyun had been staring at Dongfang Zimo from the moment he entered the main hall.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister Ziyun doesn't recognize me?" Dongfang Zimo turned around and said with a smile.

"Dongfang Zimo ......" Ziyun looked stunned, and his originally cold face became in a trance.

"I've been looking for you all these years, and since the moment we parted, I regretted it." Dongfang Zimo walked up to Ziyun, caressed the other party's cheek, and took a deep breath of the faint body fragrance emanating from the other party.

"That's not right! You are not Dongfang Zimo! Ziyun came back to his senses and waved his hand away from the other party.

Dongfang Zimo was a little at a loss, and his arm was still in the air.

"Senior sister, shouldn't it be a misunderstanding, why am I not Dongfang Zimo?" Dongfang Zimo's brows furrowed slightly, but he returned to normal very badly.

"You think you'll be able to hide from me with a disguise? You killed my aunt, right? Ziyun said, with a flap of his five fingers, a powerful aura condensed out.

Seeing that he was about to hit Dongfang Zimo, who knew that the other party's figure turned into a cloud and disappeared in a flash, and the next moment appeared ten zhang away.

"It seems that this little trick still can't hide it from you." Yang Chen looked at Ziyun with a sneer.

"Who the hell are you! Why do you want to pretend to be Dongfang Zimo and Senior Brother Yang Chen! Ziyun flicked his wrist and pointed a purple long sword at the other party.

"What you see is what you are, how? It's hard to imagine this body doing such a thing? Yang Chen said, suddenly laughing sarcastically.

"What do you mean by that?" Ziyun said suspiciously.

"Your Senior Brother Yang Chen fell a hundred years ago, and now, this seat can be said to be your other Senior Brother Yang Chen." The corners of Yang Chen's mouth raised slightly.

"Impossible! Hugh is going to be there gibberish! Ziyun's face turned pale, and he immediately thought that Senior Brother Yang Chen was taken away, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart with a sword.

Yang Chen didn't dodge or dodge, he directly grabbed Ziyun's sword-holding wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"This seat has always been a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, as long as you are willing to serve by my side, I will help you break through the Yuan Baby."

"Death to the thief!" Ziyun was furious, struggled to break free, and swung away with his sword in his backhand.

With a low sound of "bang", Yang Chen turned into a cloud again and disappeared.

By the time Ziyun reacted, the other party had already turned into a ball of Changhong and left the hall.

"It won't be long before you and I have a big day, you go back and prepare first, hahaha!" The sound of Yang Chenlang's laughter came from the air, and soon the light disappeared into the sky.

Ziyun looked at the sky, his heart was shocked, and he stomped his feet and turned into a ray of light and left the mountain.

"This matter must be reported to the elders, the person who killed my aunt is the thief!" Ziyun thought solemnly, and his speed sped up a little.

In a golden hall, a child-faced old man was looking at a blue-blue gem, and in the other hand he was holding a golden spirit grass.

"Elder Qiqi, Elder Ziyan's niece Ziyun asks to see you!" At this time, a Jindan monk wearing a silver robe appeared in the main hall.

"Oh? What is this little girl doing here? The child-faced old man muttered to himself suspiciously.

"Let her in." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Not long after the silver-robed man walked out, a slim woman in purple walked in.

"Disciple Ziyun pays a visit to Elder Taishang." Ziyun bowed deeply.

"Well, I heard that Elder Ziyan had a niece before his death, right?" The child-faced old man stared at Ziyun with his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's the disciple."

"Elder Ziyan was quite talented in cultivating immortals during his lifetime, so he could break through the Yuanying in just three hundred years, but it's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and a generation of Tianjiao has fallen, as the only relative of Elder Ziyan, your cultivation talent is also surpassed." The old man said with emotion.

"The elder praised it falsely, but there is something about what happened to Elder Ziyan, and the disciples already know where the murderer is."

"What! Where's the man? The old man asked in surprise.

"This person is now in the Red God Peak, and it is the Worship Elder who has just joined the White Moon Palace." Ziyun said word by word, gritting his teeth.

"You mean Elder Dongfang?" The old man was a little surprised, but he didn't have much expression.

"That's right, that person used the disguise technique to transform into someone else's appearance, and also took away my old man, and I hope that Elder Taishang will take action to extract the thief's soul and refine his soul, and his soul will never be reborn!" Ziyun's eyes were filled with tears, and he prayed angrily.

"The old man will handle this matter by himself, so you can go back." The old man frowned and waved his hand.

"Elder......" Ziyun was stunned and looked at the other party with some disappointment.

"By the way, Elder Ziyan has also made a lot of contributions to the White Moon Palace, since you are her niece, these magic weapons and pills can be regarded as making up for you." The old man said as he spoke, and a golden storage bag flew out of his sleeve and floated in front of Ziyun.