Su Yan just nodded slightly and did not collect the coffin. For a moment, it became quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, the little blue whale floating in the sky was circling around Aokiji and acted coquettishly. Aokiji wiped his eyes and signaled Su Yan to put it away.

"Let's go!" After Aokiji finished speaking, the two walked out until they came out of Bubble's mouth. Bubble stopped in the starry sky and stopped moving forward. They walked out, and after Bubble screamed, they entered the depths of the starry sky.

"In front is the seventh plane of the Haotian Zhen Realm. Many years ago, I saw him in a mortal city there. After so many years, I don't know if he is still there." Aokiji pointed in front and walked away, and Su Yan hurriedly followed.

Until a layer of film appeared in front, the two of them crossed in...

In the 367th plane on the other side, the ship belonging to the Fire God Gate also returned. Lu Beixuan, who had already received the news, led everyone to guide him in the starry sky. As the ship fell, everyone was excited to see the original divine sources in the cabin.

But when the cabins opened, many elders walked out with their heads hanging down, and there was an atmosphere of grief. An Yingying's eyes turned red. As soon as she came out, she ran over to cry and hugged Han Qingyu and started crying again.

Han Qingyu had no choice but to touch An Yingying's hair and constantly comfort her.

Everyone came out, but no one cheered because fourteen elders who had the third step stayed in the starry sky forever.

Ling Yu also came with his clone Su Yan. Looking at this scene, he felt a little uncomfortable. Many of his colleagues who had not returned before they left would never come back.

"What happened?" Lu Beixuan's body trembled slightly, and fourteen people were missing at once. The Fire God Sect was really hurt this time. These fourteen people have been trained in the sect for many years.

Everyone's faces were very ugly. Duan Qingfeng was about to say something, when suddenly a shrill cry came from the top of Lingyan Peak, which was the golden crow.

Ling Yu's face changed. He didn't know what was wrong with his mount, so he rushed over to see if it was, but the golden crow fell from the sky and hissed. Then, it saw Su Yan who was staying beside his master and was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Ling Yu asked quickly. Lu Beixuan and the others were also watching. What happened again. Then, they saw that the golden crow that everyone envied was actually singing around Su Yan happily, changing the previous sarcasm.

The clone Su Yan knew what was going on, and reached out to touch the Jinwu Jincaicai's feather and said softly: "It's okay!"

Ling Yu's face thrust, what nerves did in his own Jinwu feel? When will he get so good with his apprentice?

An Yingying also saw Su Yan. Looking at the familiar appearance, tears came out again. She even wanted to rush up and hug Su Yan, but she knew that it was not Brother Gu Ling who saved her life, but the shameless Su Yan.

This is just a small farce. Since this day, the entire Vulcan Sect has been filled with great sorrow. The fourteen fallen elders were personally held by the sect leader to mourn, and many of the mountains were covered with white silk...

Su Yan and Aokiji came to a mortal city called Xinghui City this time. They were heading straight towards a place as if they were passing through a no-man situation.

Su Yan was excited, Aokiji was nervous.

Until, in a small alley, Aokiji, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped, his body trembled, and Su Yan almost hit him, turned his head and looked at the end of the alley.

There, someone was fighting.

"Old beggar, dare to steal the buns from our Jixiangzhai. Are you tired of living, are you?"

"Bah, if you have the ability to get up and hit me, where did your other arm go? You can't be interrupted when you go stealing someone."

"Brother Liu, I think this arm is also ruined, so he is humiliated."

"Okay, I can't die anyway. I've long disliked this beggar. Every day, not only steal our buns, but also wine, but no one cares if he kills it."

The three men dressed as servants were kicking a beggar surrounded by them with their feet. The beggar did not say a word, but bent his waist and let them beat him.

However, although the servants were talking, after a while, they were panting and spitting a few thick phlegm on them, then they swelled away. They still dared not.

Aokiji shivered his lips and looked at the person who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. After waiting for a while, the scattered figure with hair and dirty hair moved gently. He glanced carefully at the three people who were leaving, struggled, and then a steamed bun fell out of his arms. He didn't hold it and rolled on the ground. He quickly picked it up, not caring about the wood chips and soil on it, and sent it directly into his mouth.

After a few strokes, I staggered to stand up, because I broke an arm and my body was a little unbalanced. Until I came to the wall next to me and lay down directly, the sun was better here.

He touched a pot of wine, and it was probably stolen from before. He slapped it in his mouth, and a few drops of wine stains were stuck on the stubble. He ignored it and was basking in the sun.

Since he escaped from serious injury, he has been living this life for thousands of years.

Without introducing it, Su Yan already knew who this person was. Looking at the sloppy appearance in the corner of the wall, Su Yan couldn't believe it. This was the war god immortal king who made many real worlds scared, Mo Fanchen.

However, the right shoulder was empty, as if confirming everything that happened before.

When several people beat him, Aokiji did not help and stopped Su Yan. Because this way, he felt a little better. Living under the feet of others, it seemed that his colleague who died tragically because of his fault was beating him.

He is atonement!

Seeing the three people walking away, Aokiji took out a jar of good wine, slowly came to the front of Mo Fanchen with a disheveled face, and stretched out his hand.

“There is good wine here!”

Mo Fanchen drooped his eyelids, opened his eyes a crack, looked at Aokiji's face, and then moved his body to the side because he blocked his sun.

Aokiji directly opened the wine plug, drank a big gulp, then walked to him and sat down cross-legged so that he would not block his sun.

Aokiji put the altar in front of him, looked at the unshaven Mo Fanchen and asked, "Is this interesting?"

Mo Fanchen didn't speak.

"For thousands of years, you will redeem your sins. Why bother torture yourself like this? If they still live in the world, they do not want to see you so depressed, but can regain the former Eight Desolate Tribe and restore the honor of the past. After all, that is the common hard work of you and them.

Look at your current appearance, it’s so pitiful. You probably have forgotten your name. If you are in great pain, you will pick up your Eight Desolate Sphur and clear out all the immortal kings and forces that harmed your colleagues.”

As Aokiji said, the Eight Desolate Salute fell down, crossing the middle of the two.
Chapter completed!