"..." Seeing these people, Peng Yu quietly left.

It is better to seek oneself than to seek others. Relying on the so-called "spicy god" is simply unreliable.

"Maybe you can count on the Spirit Emperor?"

Peng Yu thought of his memories not long ago.

Wasn’t the smallpox of King Gaoyang back then cured by the Spirit Emperor?

Thinking of this, Peng Yu teleported to the Linghuang Underground Palace.

In the underground palace, Zhuanyun is drawing sketches.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, he didn't raise his head, and he smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for three days. I thought I was trapped in the underground palace and planned to save you."

Peng Yu walked over and stood there quietly.

Zhuanyun vaguely felt something, raised his head, and the smile on his face faded.

Because the young man at this moment is Kun Hao's true face, not the so-called "Peng Yu".

"What happened to Zhuanyang."

In an instant, thousands of purple mists burst out from the scholar's body.

The qi around Peng Yu was spinning.

Crazy-

In an instant, the purple mist tear apart the Huntian Gang Qi. The thousands of innate runes flying in the purple mist were actually many of them that Peng Yu could not recognize.

That is a set of innate Taoist texts with "Tianyun Dao" as the core!
Chapter completed!