After a moment's effort, Leng Yan once again came to the place where the giant hand disappeared.

"Boss, that's where their aura disappears!"

After muttering to himself, his eyes became more and more solemn.

Fortunately, Mo Yu and the others were not here, otherwise the four of them would have been surprised.

Because Leng Yan's performance didn't seem to have forgotten them at all, and certainly not like the elders who had forgotten Kunlun Ruins.

At this moment, no one knows what happened to Leng Yan's body, and all the answers may only be clear to him.

"Did they go on their own? or did they go after Moying?"

After searching carefully for a long time to no avail, Leng Yan frowned.

Fang Cai Leng Yan was cleaning up the subordinates brought by Mo Ying'er, and he was only slightly aware of the disappearance of Mo Yu and the others' breath.

He really didn't know if his four old brothers had left on their own.

With their temper and personality, it is entirely possible to chase Moying first.

Fortunately, at this time, the elders of Kunlun Ruins also rushed over.

"Master, those blackfriars have all been cleaned up!"

The eyes of the Suiren Ancestor were full of surprise.

They were sincerely happy to see that they were now in charge of the teaching.

Among a sect, the head of the sect should be the strongest one, and only in this way can the sect be passed down through the ages without any problems.

Of course, in the face of the Suiren clan and other elders, Leng Yan's feelings were deeper than before,

Especially after he had the memories of the Flame Nether God Realm.

These people were all old subordinates who followed him back then, and they were able to follow his countless reincarnations.

This kind of affection touched heaven and earth, and he had no reason not to protect his former subordinates.

Especially now that Leng Yan knows this cause and effect, but the Suiren clan has not yet recovered the memory of their previous life, which makes Leng Yan blame himself and feel guilty.

Even after recovering his memory, Leng Yan knew that there were still some gods who had completely fallen into reincarnation and could no longer keep up with him.

This kind of affection is no longer something that can be reciprocated by simply giving some favors.

Perhaps only by going on with them forever can we live up to them.

Of course, for those divine generals who have fallen into reincarnation, Leng Yan must also find them back one by one and let them return to their side.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Leng Yan spoke again.

Now is not the time to sigh, there is a lot to do.

"Elder Zhuang, you are good at the way of space, help me check if there are any traces of Boss Moyu nearby!" nodded slightly, and then Leng Yan spoke.

For some reason, his intuition told him that Mo Yu's departure was not as simple as he thought.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhuang Zhou nodded, and then his figure flashed and turned into a butterfly, and disappeared without a trace under the flickering of his wings.

"Elder Suiren, the matter of the Kyushu Immortal Land will get rid of you, I still have some things, it will take ten days, and I will go to the Immortal Mountain Hall to find you in ten days!"

After a final admonition, Leng Yan actually jumped into the void and disappeared.

Just when Leng Yan began to look for Mo Ying'er and Han Xiao's traces,

In the Flame Underworld God Realm, in a mysterious and quaint Void Hall, dozens of monks sat in the sky.

Among them, it was none other than Mo Ying'er, who was captured by the giant hand.

And Mo Yu, Han Xiao and others were also at the entrance of the main hall, and their whole bodies were tied to death by hundreds of bundles of immortal locks.

That's not all, there are countless formations around.

At this moment, above the main seat, Mo Ying'er's aura was much stronger than that of Kyushu Xianlu.

"I actually cultivated a trace of God's breath, damn it!"

However, at this time, Mo Ying'er's complexion was obviously not very good.

She is a power-hungry woman who is very life-conscious, and of course she will not put her eggs in one basket.

Kyushu Xianlu is just one of her clones, and now this one on the main seat is the real ontological ink shadow.

At that time, Leng Yan's killing blow looked very powerful, but after all, Leng Yan had just stepped into that realm.

In addition, he was actually just a Dao Master before, and he was not even a Dao Ancestor.

But Mo Ying'er is the pinnacle of the real Saint Ancestor Realm, and he can become a demigod in one step, and he can still use his body to escape with his life.

That's not all, she finally ventured back to the Xianlu World and turned into Leng Yan, deceiving Mo Yu Hanxiao and the others.

"Say, what method did you use to make him cultivate that breath!"

Looking at Mo Yu and the others at the entrance of the main hall, Mo Ying'er opened her mouth coldly.

"Slut, do you think it's possible to get an answer from us?"

Hearing Mo Ying'er speak, Han Xiao and the others looked disdainful.

If they hadn't relaxed their vigilance at the time, thinking that Lao Wu had chosen his previous life, Mo Ying'er would have been able to catch them so easily?

The most important thing is that the few of them don't know why Leng Yan was able to cultivate a trace of divine aura.

According to their plan, Leng Yan's strongest strength was just about the same as them.

"Come on, put them in a cold prison, collect their aura first, I want to see how hard you can get!"

Mo Ying'er saw that Han Xiao and the others were resolute, and did not show surprise.

If Mo Yu and the others happily told her the secret, it would be called a strange.

"Yes, Tianzun!" a monk from the late stage of the Holy Ancestor realm stood up.

There is not a single weak monk in this hall, the strongest is Mo Ying'er, and the weakest is the black-clothed monk who came out to receive the order.

After Mo Yu and the others were taken down, Mo Ying'er's expression immediately became solemn, no longer as arrogant as before, and even a little flustered.

"Come on, hurry up and block the passage from that Kyushu Immortal Land to the Yan Netherworld God Realm for me, don't let Leng Yan find out here!"

"Yes, Tianzun, I'll arrange it!" Another monk from the late stage of the Holy Ancestor bowed down to receive the order.

"Wait, it's not to block, but to completely seal it for me, no matter what, you can't let Leng Yan enter the Yan Nether God Realm!"

However, just as this subordinate of the late Holy Ancestor was about to leave the main hall, Mo Ying'er spoke again.

In fact, Mo Ying'er was still a little scared when she thought of Leng Yan's sword now.

If Leng Yan is given another period of time to grow, maybe the result will not be what it is now.

Of course, Mo Ying'er is not untargeted. With the breath of God, you can completely destroy the masters of the Holy Ancestor Realm,

Moreover, once this divine breath is cultivated, it will be carried with it forever, and it will not disappear even after reincarnation.

That is to say, Leng Yan can directly kill her in the future, and after she kills Leng Yan, Leng Yan will be reincarnated.

It's no wonder she's not nervous that way.

Of course, in the end, in order to be able to get the method of cultivating divine breath, she still took a huge risk to go back and deceive Mo Yu and them.

In Mo Ying'er's opinion, Leng Yan was cultivated by the four of them, and he must know the method of cultivating divine breath.

It's risky, but it's worth the risk.

"When I get the method of cultivating divine breath, Leng Yan, it will be your death at that time!"

Mo Ying'er glanced hatefully in the direction of the entrance of the main hall.

As everyone knows, just when she was closely deployed, Zhuang Zhou had quietly entered the Flame Netherworld Realm.

ps: Yesterday the master received a message, which was sent by the editor.

The editor said that Mo Ying'er gave him a dream, saying that he would live for more than ten days.

My first instinct was to refuse, and then the editor gave me another message......

(End of chapter)