Ancestor Hongjun immediately put his hands together and chanted:

"Snow Realm!"

A white air mask rose up from the ice sheet. It was like a large canopy like growing off-season vegetables. It covered the ancestor's body and protected Donghuang Zhong and the others.

However, it was obvious that Patriarch Hongjun’s tall figure was jolted, as if he was exhausted.

Donghuang Zhong watched from a distance, not very worried, and asked Murong Ye next to him:

"What is the origin of this moon-like person? Why is he so powerful?"

Murong Ye also stared closely at their battle situation. If you have the opportunity to watch the masters fight, you can learn a lot.

"I also heard it from hearsay. I don't know if it is true. The legend is that Siyue is the initial spirit of the new universe in this world. His true form is the leftover moon skin from the previous universe. He absorbed a Hongmeng amethyst and opened his mind.

He transformed into a human form and attained perfection after several lives of cultivation. However, he was aloof and did not like to get close to others. He had been living in seclusion in Baiyue Pavilion, studying medical skills. The outside world thought that the God Emperor was the original spirit of this world. This was not another time.

The God Emperor was injured by someone who wanted to take his throne. Siyue showed up and killed the person. I thought this person was a legend."

"So awesome! I'm afraid it will be very difficult for me to win this battle!" Donghuang Zhong's heart began to feel anxious.

Murong Ye grabbed Ruoxue's hand that was clenched into a fist, "Ancestor is the most powerful, he will definitely win!"

Donghuang Zhong moved her hand away calmly. She didn't like men other than the uncle touching her.

Murong Ye's face was a little lonely. He was unwilling to accept the enlightenment of those lifetimes even to comfort her. Not only was Patriarch Hongjun accompanying her, but he was also accompanying her. Why was there no trace of him in her eyes or heart? Amnesia.

She had forgotten everything, but her concerned eyes remained the same, only looking at the figure with white clothes and silver hair.

"Of course, it will only be the uncle who wins!"

Donghuang Bell is convinced

Murong Ye looked at Donghuang Zhong's focused eyes and felt sad in his heart. When would those beautiful eyes fall on him with such worried and concerned eyes?

With a loud noise, Patriarch Hongjun's body fell hard to the ground towards the broken kite, and a trace of blood flowed out from the wolf's lips.

"uncle……"

Donghuang Zhong was about to fly over anxiously, but Murong Ye grabbed him.
Chapter completed!