Shan Chunqiu left, leaving with a lot of doubts, thinking about what Lin Xi was talking about, and he still needed to bring the artifact.

"Your Majesty, do you need Penglai's disciples to go with the emperor?" Mo Bai took the fishing rod handed by Lin Xi and asked in a low voice.

"No need, there are enough people from the Seven Killing Palace. Lin Xi stood silently at the endless sea level, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Returning to the devastated valley, Shan Chunqiu immediately found the killing Qianmo who was still standing in the tomb of Tan Fan.

"Demon Lord, Your Majesty said that you can prepare for the next thing. Shan Chunqiu walked behind Kill Qianmo and stopped and said softly.

"Hmm. Killing Qianmo bowed slightly, withdrew his gaze from Tan Fan's tomb, and then turned around and threw a token to Shan Chunqiu, "Go back and mobilize people and start to enter the divine realm." ”

It's actually the divine realm..

Shan Chunqiu's heart froze, and he instantly understood why Lin Xi asked to bring the artifact.

Although the Divine Realm has been shattered, it is unknown whether there is danger in it, not to mention that the gate of the Divine Realm is closed, and if there is no extremely strong external force, it cannot be opened at all.

"The subordinates receive the order. Shan Chunqiu clenched the token and bowed down to hold his fists.

"Go ahead, do it as soon as possible, that one can't seem to wait. ”

"Yes. ”

At the same time, Mo Bai also listened to Lin Xi's instructions with a solemn face.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the slave and maid will definitely take what they will not return to the inkstone today!" Mo Bai said in a deep voice.

"No need, after you get the non-return inkstone, you will directly lead the disciples to the immortal realm, if you encounter obstacles, kill!" Lin Xi said here, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he raised his hand and took out the Compassion Sword and threw it to Mo Bai, "There are many cultivators in the Immortal Realm, although there are no immortals, but they are not weak, and with the Compassion Sword in hand, it must be much easier to do things." ”

"The slave and maid take the command. ”

Mo Bai turned around and raised his sword after saluting Lin Xi, and the gray robe on his body gradually turned into a white robe embroidered with many stars, and there was also a snow-white mask on his face.

"All the disciples wear armor and follow the seat to Songli Mountain to take back the inkstone!" The starlight around the black white body stood in the void, and the voice resounded through Penglai.

"Disciple commands!"

Countless responses resounded in the sky, and streamers emerged from all over Penglai and went straight to where Mo Bai was.

As the brilliance dissipated, the Penglai disciples in silver armor were revealed, standing neatly in the void, holding spears in their hands, like heavenly soldiers.

After Mo Bai indifferently glanced at the group of silver-armored disciples, he immediately moved his mind to communicate the mask, and disappeared directly above Penglai with the group of disciples.

As a sect that guards the artifacts of the ten directions, Songli Mountain is naturally not bad, even if it has fallen now, it is still not Shushan that can be compared.

The environment of Songli Mountain is extremely elegant, there are no floating fairy mountains and islands full of fairy spirit, but the white mist that surrounds the mountain is even more set off by the dust.

The white cranes fly together, and the birds cry endlessly.

In particular, the pine tree on the top of the mountain that covers the sky and the sun is even more extraordinary, and the red pine cones hang on the tree like lanterns, and the aura gathered around it is almost liquid.

After experiencing the aura after the pine cone swallowing, if a mortal takes a breath, he can not only get rid of all kinds of diseases, but also strengthen his body and prolong his life for 50 years.

Except for a large hall on the mountainside, there is no other palace complex in Songli Mountain, but there are many wooden houses in the area, which stretch all the way from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

From a distance, the lonely hall has the meaning of being overarched by the stars.

However, this ethereal artistic conception was broken by a loud noise.

"Who dares to break into my Songli Mountain!"

When Mo Bai led everyone to attack the mountain protection array, a loud shout sounded in the pine mountain, and several middle-aged men flew out of the main hall.

"Heavenly Court and Taibai came to take back the non-return inkstone by the edict of the Emperor of Heaven. Mo Bai faintly looked at the several middle-aged men who glared at him.

"Take back the inkstone and don't return to it? Joke! If you don't return to the inkstone, I will be in charge of the mountain for a thousand years, how can you talk nonsense?" The man in the gorgeous clothes at the head spoke angrily, but there was a deep fear in his eyes.

When he noticed Mo Bai and his party, he investigated his cultivation, only to find that he couldn't see through Mo Bai's cultivation at all, and even the countless silver-armored soldiers behind him were vague and extremely hazy.

If it is said that a single person can't see through it, it won't be like this, at most he thinks that there is some secret treasure in his body. But it's not the same when everyone can't see through it.

"Give you a stick of incense time, if you hand over the inkstone, don't move you to loosen the mountain grass and trees. If you don't pay it, don't blame this seat for slaughtering you. After Mo Bai finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed it, held the sword in his hand, and looked at the men in Chinese clothes lightly.

"Your Excellency is too rampant, is it really impossible for me to loosen the mountain and pinch it in the mud?"

"Yes, what if you have the Compassion Sword in your hand?

......

Mo Bai silently looked at the few people whose faces were flushed, raised his hand and pointed, and a pillar of fine incense with green smoke appeared, just in front of the mountain protection array.

"Remember. . . You only need this time to burn incense, if you want to run..."Mo Bai smiled coldly, "Then you can try, it depends on whether you run fast or the sword is fast."

"You....!"

Mo Bai slowly closed his eyes, "There is not much time, don't waste it on such trivial things, otherwise it will be too late to regret when the incense burns out." ”

Mo Bai is too strong, and the hearts of the powerful men in Chinese clothes continue to sink.

They don't know what kind of force the Heavenly Court is. But what I know is that these people in front of me are not good, and they are obviously already in the chest of the non-return inkstone, and they don't care at all that they and others use the non-return inkstone to transfer the void and escape.

"Master, do you still remember the destruction of Shushan..."

When the man in the Chinese costume looked at the thin incense that was gradually shortening with a gloomy face, the old man behind him opened his mouth with an ugly face.

"You mean the chain?"

Speaking of Shushan, the man in Chinese clothes also reacted.

The artifacts of the ten directions are mutually reinforcing. The non-return inkstone has the effect of transferring the void, while the chain of tethering the sky is trapped in the sky and locking the earth, and the non-returning inkstone has just been restrained.

If the other party has the non-return inkstone in hand, even if he uses the non-return inkstone, he still can't escape, and in the end he will become the other party's caged bird.

The old man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to fill his lungs, "Shushan was destroyed by a mysterious force, and the Heavenly Chain disappeared completely. Judging from the current situation, it must have been their doing, and the chain must be in their hands, otherwise they would not have behaved so calmly. ”

The expression on the face of the man in fancy clothes was a little painful, and it was even more entangled.

A bet?

The man in the costume did not dare.

The bet is right, and the pine mountain has peace of mind, but the probability is extremely low.

The bet was wrong, the whole house was slaughtered, and no grass was grown.

On the one hand, it is an artifact inherited by the sect, and on the other hand, it is the tens of thousands of lives of the whole sect.

Is it to fight to the death to burn the jade or to sacrifice the artifact to preserve the inheritance of the sect?

These two thoughts kept emerging in the hearts of the men in Chinese clothes, and they were just one decision away.

(2nd Update)