"So this is the Flame Netherworld Realm?"

A butterfly slowly fell from the sky and turned into a human body.

In the past, when Zhuang Zhou discovered this world, he was very cautious and did not dare to show up at all, for fear of bringing a devastating disaster to Kunlun Xu.

After all, the monks here look very strong.

But now Zhuang Zhou's mentality has changed greatly.

The Kunlun Ruins had wiped out so many black-clothed monks, and now he wished that the monks of the Flame Netherworld Realm would notice him and chase him to the side of Xianlu.

I can grab a few more tongues when the time comes.

After pondering for a moment, and briefly identifying the direction, Zhuang Zhou flew towards the largest immortal mountain here.

This time, he came here to find out where Mo Ying'er went.

Therefore, it is most important to find the immortals of the Flame Netherworld Realm as soon as possible.

Just when the Yan Netherworld God Realm was becoming more and more unstable, in the endless void of the Kyushu Immortal Land, Leng Yanpan was sitting here.

There was an endless amount of color around him, and the monk couldn't open his eyes at all.

At this moment, Leng Yan's face looked very painful, and the pupils in his eyes were blue and purple, constantly changing back and forth.

It's like this outside, and it's not calm in the cold sea of knowledge.

I saw that above the huge sea of knowledge, two rays of light were facing each other, sometimes separated, sometimes colliding together, very intense.

Leng Yan's spirit sat quietly on the largest island in the sea of knowledge.

Surprisingly, there was an old man with a gray beard sitting opposite the spirit.

"Boy, as long as you agree to this matter, I can help you solve the memory problem and solve that woman!"

At this time, the white-haired old man spoke with interest.

"Why?" Hearing the white-haired old man's words, Leng Yan's forehead had an extra black line.

"Confirm the look, you're the right one!" the white-haired old man smiled and continued.

Poof! Hearing this, Leng Yan really wanted to vomit blood.

Even if they had confirmed their eyes, they would have to look at each other, but he had never seen this old man.

Of course, Leng Yan also knew that the old man who appeared in Zhihai had no ill will towards him.

After all, he almost killed Mo Ying'er before, and a lot of the credit came from the old man.

The so-called divine breath was issued by this old man, but his request was very absurd, which made Leng Yan very helpless.

"I have a lot of questions, and this is not a place to talk, why don't you discuss it when you know the sea?"

Speechless, Leng Yan had no choice but to settle for the next best.

This is his sea of knowledge, and it's strange that there is an outsider in it who can talk about things calmly.

"Boy, it's okay for me to know the sea, but you have to choose a memory, as long as you can give it up, I don't care. The old man was still smiling.

After speaking, the old man pointed to the two clusters of divine light in the sky.

"You ......."

Leng Yan was speechless, he knew that what the old man said was true, if it weren't for him, he really wouldn't be able to figure out the memories of these two lives.

"Boy, give me a happy word, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, I'll stay here forever!"

At this time, the white-haired old man began to persecute Leng Yan.

"If you can help me get back to the gods of the past and restore their strength, I'll go with you! As for the matter on Mo Ying'er's side, I will solve it!"

After thinking for a moment, Leng Yan replied.

In fact, Leng Yan knew the strength of this old man, even if he let him destroy the old man of Moying'er at this moment, he could do it.

But in this way, he owes the old man even more, and if the time comes, wouldn't he make another request?

"Okay, this is simple, give you a year, I'll pick you up when it's over"

Hearing Leng Yan's words, the old man was not surprised, as if he had known that Leng Yan would do this.

"A year?"

Originally, Leng Yan thought that he was going to leave with this old man immediately, but he didn't expect that there was still a year to go, and he was overjoyed.

There's a lot he can do in this year.

"In three days, I'll send you all those "god generals" of yours!"

The old man was very simple, and waved his hand after finishing speaking.

The two clusters of colored rays above the sea immediately mixed together, and they no longer clashed but slowly began to merge.

At the same time as the fusion, the aura on Leng Yan's body began to climb again, and this time it was his real improvement.

In less than half an hour, the two clusters of colorful mangs completely fused into one, and then slowly fell into the sea of knowledge.

It wasn't until this colorful light completely fell into the sea of knowledge that the old man in white nodded slightly, and then his figure disappeared directly.

"Where the hell did he come from, and this strength ....."

Feeling that the violent aura of his body had gradually calmed down, Leng Yan let out a long sigh of relief.

In just a few days, his outlook on life has been subverted again, and this feeling is simply not too sour.

"Mo Ying'er, no matter where you flee to, I will definitely deal with you within a year!"

After communicating with this mysterious old man, Leng Yan already knew that Mo Ying'er had not been captured, and everything was just a trick for her.

Then Leng Yan's divine soul withdrew from the sea of consciousness and merged with the body.

Kyushu Immortal Land, since this battle, those half-step Dao Ancestor level existences of the Immortal Realm Cultivators have all disappeared without a trace.

For a while, the Immortal Alliance became a plate of scattered sand.

Although there was a big war here on the side of the Xianlu Alliance, they didn't know the reason.

Many alliance lords were overjoyed when they saw that there were no top masters on the fairy side.

"Could it be that the Emperor of Shenzhou returned ahead of schedule, right?" some alliance lords guessed wildly.

However, speculation is that their men are not idle, and the army began to encircle and suppress these remaining Immortal Alliance monks.

Time flies, three days in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the fourth day, hundreds of very powerful auras descended on the immortal mountain of Kunlun Ruins, and almost every one of them had a Saint Ancestor-level cultivation.

That's not all, after these terrifying breaths came, the momentum of the elders and disciples of Kunlun Ruins also began to increase.

Especially the Suiren clan and other mainstays, their cultivation did not stop until the late stage of the Holy Ancestor.

"Meet the Emperor!" After the cultivation of these elders of the Suiren Clan was completed, more than two hundred masters of the entire sect bowed down in front of Leng Yan.

They already knew about the past and present lives, and they also changed their words to Leng Yan and called them emperors.

Leng Yan swept over everyone and saw the familiar faces of the year, Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, etc. were all in the list.

After nodding to the generals, he bowed deeply to the void.

Although this was a deal he had made with the white-bearded old man, and he might get all these old generals back, Leng Yan thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

At this point, the strength of Kunlun Ruins has reached an unprecedented peak.

In just a few months, Chu Xuan Immortal City has been expanded several times, but it is limited to that.

The gods did not expand their territory, and even recruited the disciples of several other immortal cities.

In the eyes of Kunlun Ruins, Kyushu Xianlu can no longer arouse their interest.

Even if the so-called Emperor Shenzhou came, it was estimated that he would not be able to defeat an elder pulled out by Kunlun Ruins.

However, Kunlun Ruin thought so, but the other Immortal Land Alliances didn't think so.

"Leng Yan, you stole so much limelight at the beginning, what am I going to do with you this time?"

Chicheng Alliance, Chixiao said with a grim face.

(End of chapter)