The butcher smiled and said, "Let me tell Mu'er about this. Let him go if he saves it."

Grandma Si breathed a sigh of relief and said worriedly: "Who knows where Mu'er, a little bastard, ran to?"

The Emperor Qikang hurriedly said, "He is still in Daxu, probably near the Enanglong City! When we passed there, there was a large army from the Heavenly Court saying that he was ordered to encircle and suppress the God Son of Youdu!"

The village chief thought for a while and said decisively: "Crip, go and notify Mu'er, you are the fastest and timid. You will run away as soon as you start beating. There is nothing you have to do here."

The honest and honest man snorted, feeling a little unhappy.

The blind man said with concern: "Cute, be careful on the road and don't die."

"I haven't stolen the Heavenly Court yet, how could I die?"

The lame man laughed and disappeared without a trace. A series of thunder sounds came from a distance, already hundreds of miles away.

"This guy runs fast!" Everyone exclaimed.

The lame man galloped all the way, and after a few days and nights, he rushed to the vicinity of the Enanglong City. Looking around, he could not find Qin Mu, but he saw the stars suddenly shining in the sky. Suddenly, a brilliant galaxy emerged in an instant.

The lame man was shocked and saw that there were more and more stars in the sky, getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of war drums vaguely came from his ears.

The stars can be distinguished clearly with the naked eye, but they are ancient gods, completely different from humans, like ancient gods coming out of myths and legends, and the halo behind their heads is like stars.

"Draw a net of heaven and earth and capture the son of Youdu!" A thunderous voice came from the sky.

The lame man's heart moved slightly and went in the direction of the galaxy. From a distance, he saw endless darkness like a huge black pot on the Yuan Realm, covering countless thousands of miles.

In the darkness, countless soldiers and generals drove the tower ships and charged forward, and the light of various magical powers tore through the darkness.

In the torn darkness, a god with three heads and six arms was slaughtering, attracting nearly 30% of the army in the lower realm of the Heavenly Court this time.

The cripple shrank his head: "Is this Mu'er? Mu'er, who snatched me the candied haws when I was a child?"
Chapter completed!