Lord Hanyuan closed his eyes and meditated.

Tianwei is a great demon.

The ancient great demon inheritance, although the ghost sect is a ghost cultivation sect, it must be interested in it.

How could he let Lin Zhao steal the Tianwei Order and defect to Taohuawu?

The ghost gate must be left to its own devices, so what bigger plot do they have?

After a moment he opened his eyes.

"Don't worry about the gate of hell, just be ready for troubled times."

"We have broken the layout of the ghost gate, and they don't dare to come to the door. Don't worry too much."

If you can't think of it, don't think of it. There will always be a day when the fox's tail reveals its true colors.

Kunlun's strength is superior to that of Guimen, and they dare not make any mistakes.

Moreover, no matter how Guimen calculated, he should have no intention of involving Kunlun in the chess game.

Strength is the nemesis of all calculations.

This is Kunlun's confidence.

Song Ranzhen had thought about this before, and he chuckled.

"Yes, Master."

His smile is very gentle, but it makes people feel the incomparable strength under the gentleness.

Lord Hanyuan looked at his disciple, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Just three hundred years.

Song Ranzhen cultivated immortality all the way, and his Taoist heart was like the long wind, unfettered. He broke through many realms one after another.

Even though he has held the position of head for more than a hundred years, it has not affected his cultivation progress.

Now, he is already a great monk who is famous all over the world.

The perfect power in the later stages of becoming a god.

The soul has become full and unified, and there are faint signs of union.

Perhaps within a thousand years, Kunlun will be able to add another Happy Traveling Lord.

"Ran Zhen, go ahead."

Song Ranzhen knew that Lord Hanyuan still had something to talk to Kuiming, so his body turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared from the place.

"Lord."

Kuiming spoke up and said that he also knew that Lord Hanyuan sent Song Ranzhen away because he had something to explain to him.

"Kui Ming, your disciple is the Pearl of the Sky and the Sea?"

Kuiming's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned slightly.

"yes."

Lord Hanyuan stroked his long white beard.

"good."

"Now the small world of Lieyang is about to emerge. The waves of raging flames are so terrifying that even Golden Elixir cultivators dare not touch it, but only cultivators below Yang Tianxia can enter."

"You go to Tianhai. Kunlun is willing to pay a big price in exchange for the mining of an endless iceberg."

Kuiming's eyes flashed with doubts.

"Can I go next time?"

Hanyuan continued.

"Now that the world is about to fall into chaos, we need great power. Ancestor Xuanji's Nine Yang Art requires the Heavenly Yang Marrow Jade in it to achieve the last Yang and become a great master."

"Therefore, the danger is even greater, and endless ice water is needed to protect the safety of the disciples."

"And Ranzhen's breakthrough and integration are about to happen, so I will leave this matter to you. After you finish this matter, go and retreat. Look at how many years your cultivation has been stagnant."

This is Lord Hanyuan's normal attitude towards him.

Song Ranzhen was here just now, and Lord Hanyuan also acted like an immortal to him, which made him not used to it.

Now I have found the feeling of the past.

All the seriousness on Kuiming's face disappeared.

With a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Lord, leave it to me and I will definitely handle it for you."

Hanyuan's lips were smiling.

"Go ahead, Ancestor Xuanji will reimburse you in full."

Kuiming chuckled.

Ancestor Xuanji actually had a grudge against Kui Ming and wanted to do something for him. Although he knew that the overall situation was important, Kui Ming actually felt a little uncomfortable.

Or if Ancestor Xuanji is reimbursed.

Isn't that just to allocate resources to his precious disciple's family?

Ancestor Xuanji’s treasure house should be kept tight to him.

Be careful and pull him out halfway.

Kuizhen's body is a bit of water glowing.

Han Yuan was sitting in place, here is his residence.

Daoyuan Palace.

Both Song Ranzhen and Kui Yan left, and there were only him alone.

Sitting on the futon, he took a sip of tea that Song Ran really poured him.

The tea fragrance is clear, and the green bamboo is mellow.

It's so comfortable.

He looked at the clear yellow tea in the white porcelain cup and reflected his white look.

The liquid surface in the tea cup gradually stabilizes.

I just hope that after the chaos in this world, I can still return to the stability of peace, and everything will be re -attributed to Xingrong.

…………………………

A Cao Lu is located between the mountains and mountains.

Unusual, unusual.

Zhao Qingtang said towards the old man beside him.

"Master, this world is messy again."

The bad old man beside him was a little bit more sloppy than him.

He spit out the straw in his mouth.

Stretch out one hand and tear the space in front of them.

"Look at your dog, not even a demon can't kill."

Zhao Qingtang's face color.

"This is not, this is not the mind and cultivation have been sealed to the foundation, isn't it normal to feel that it is not normal?"

What did the old man take out something from nothing?

After retracted the hand, the tear space healed instantly.

"Sure enough, you remember this breath for Lao Tzu."

His palm was entangled with a few black fog and turned into a black bead.

Zhao Qingtang took the bead and sighed.

"This evil thing has come out."

This is exactly the breath that the old man searched from nothing.

This thing is even more weird than the demon.

Tianyuan ghost demon.

"You go out and cook this thing for Lao Tzu!"

"Get!"

Zhao Qingtang smiled.
To be continued...