Liuyue River, the hinterland of the divine realm...

There are two people lying flat on the banks of the Liuyue River, Li Huayuan and Lu Qu.

I don’t know how long I slept, but the two of them woke up quietly, looked around the beautiful green mountains, and both screamed and jumped up.

"This is Liuyue River, west of Wanyue, how could we be here?" Lu Qu searched back and forth a few times on the other side of the stream, and where was Lu Chen's trace? "Chen'er, where is Chen'er?"

Li Huayuan is still in fear and looks at the beautiful scenery around him. He remembers the terrifying sound wave attack before he falls asleep, and inexplicably shivered: "Old Master Lu, is Lu Chen left by that carrying the sky?"

"What did he do for Chen'er?" Lu Qu was anxious and had no idea, leaving only the yelling.

"How do I know?" Li Huayuan shook his head helplessly and advised: "Mr. Lu, your affairs are too involved. Lu Chen has already entered the game. In my opinion, you don't need to look for him anymore. The number of days begins, and Lu Chen has to go his own way. If you don't want you to find him, you will never find him."

How could Lu Qu not know the truth? It was just that he was in a situation and could not see through it. He smiled miserably and said, "I didn't expect you to see clearly than me."

Li Huayuan sighed, raised his hands and said, "Old Master Lu, there is a banquet that will be separated in the world. Li Huayuan said goodbye, and he said if we are destined, we will meet again."

"Goodbye." Lu Qu said nothing, and bowed to him.

After a few days, in a cave in Liuyue Hexi, Lu Bi found Pan Yun: "Yun'er, let's go."

Panyun has always lived near Liuyue River and also knew about the arrangements for the Shentiansheng. When Lu Bi came back alone, he couldn't help but feel ache in his heart: "Have you found Chen'er?" Panyun seemed very plain, but there was more sadness behind the calmness.

Lu Qu sighed and plagiarized Li Huayuan's words and said: "He has his way to go, and we have ours."

“Where to go?”

"Splied Nanshan, look for our children."

...

Shengyang Palace, the eighteenth level of Heavenly Luoque Hall...

In the Golden Thunder Gangfeng Prison, a slender and straight figure walked slowly into the hall. The inner mirror of the hall and Wu Qian were tied up by the thunder lock, and her eyes were closed and her knees were cross-legged.

The golden thunder in the sky fell from the sky without a peak, forming thirty-six thick cages. This thunder was borrowed from the eighteenth level of heaven and was specially used by the powerful Heavenly Saint masters.

Undoubtedly, the only one who can receive such treatment is the only one in the palace.

The figure walked in and stood silently outside the Thunder Prison. The man's eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were as broken as wind threads, his aura was extremely majestic, and his face was cut like a knife.

This person is the head of the Holy Yang Palace, Taixu Tiansheng and Renhuang Xuanye.

"Are you here again?" Old Jing raised his eyelids coldly, and a quiet light appeared in his eyes. This gaze contained an extraordinary momentum, which was completely different from Old Jing that Lu Chen knew.

Xuan Ye ignored the old Jing, and two cold lights shot out from his eyes that were as cold as an eternal iceberg: "Tell me, where is the Taichu Shuangpan?"

Old Jing closed his eyes again and sneered: "With your mysterious mirror, can't you see the cycle of reincarnation in all worlds? The two plates of Taichu have fallen with my master."

"Hmph!" Xuan Ye snorted coldly, and the slender palms like jade fat under his sleeves moved slightly, and a golden thunder fell from the sky and fell hard on the head of Old Jing.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt exploded in the hall, and Old Jing's body trembled, and huge pain hit his whole body, but he kept gritting his teeth and did not move: "It's useless for you torture me, it's true that Taichu's double plates have already died."

"Boom!" Another golden thunder fell, and Old Jing's body tilted and almost fell to the ground.

Wu Qian gritted her teeth in hatred, tears flashed, and she roared at Xuan Ye: "Xuan Ye, you already have the Xuan Guang Mirror and Shen Xiao Wa, what else do you want?"

"Shut up..." Xuan Ye shouted fiercely, turned to Old Jing and said, "It's useless to hide it from me. This saint calculates the secret of heaven, and Taichu's double plates have not fallen. Qi Jing, I don't want to kill you, don't force me."

Old Jing suddenly opened his eyes and jokingly said, "Okay, kill me, I'm not your opponent. You can kill me. Do you think I'll be afraid?"

Xuan Ye smiled and said coldly: "The servant of the sky, you loyal dogs are really stubborn. You don't need to provoke me, I won't kill you, you won't tell me. Oh, let me tell you another thing, the God of Heaven is dead, and I die at my hands."

As soon as this said, Old Jing's smile froze, his face twitched, and a tear slid down from the corners of his eyes that looked like a fish skin.

"Sad? It was said that the battle between gods and demons was destroyed, and the ancient patterns were broken. You also had the same expression. For 800 million years, have you forgotten this feeling? Haha!"

Wu Qian was moved, and her appearance had become more charming, and she had nothing to do with the old woman. There was tears of concern in her beautiful eyes. Seeing Xuan Ye's ruthless blow to the old mirror, Wu Qian said sadly and angrily: "Xuan Ye, you must die a good death."

"Ha, Wu Qian, you have given everything to your beloved person. Now the Yama Palace is not here to find you. Is it worth it for her?"

"Qian!" Jing Lao said, not only was he not annoyed, but he laughed: "Don't listen to his instigation. For thousands of years, he has not dared to leave the Holy Yang Palace for half a step. Isn't it just that we are afraid of escaping? Isn't this saint used to living here and still doesn't want to leave. Haha!"

Smiling, Old Jing said contemptuously: "Xuanye, do you think I don't know what calculation you are trying to do? Shen Tiansheng is dead, it's good to die. I will ask, have you found the Stone Axe of the Sky?"

Xuan Ye twitched his face, saying that after Lu Chen obtained the Kaitian Stone Axe, Xuan Ye went into Feitian Cliff and learned that Miaoze was pretending to be the God of Heaven and asked for the Kaitian Stone Axe but failed. The God of Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven and Heaven have a battle. Although he won, all the clues were cut off.

At this time, Mr. Jing said again: "The Stone Axe of the Sky is not here, and the ancient catastrophe is not far away. If you cannot find the Taichu Double Pan, you will not know where the Sky Stone is. Although I have been away from the God Realm for a long time, I also know that the current God Realm is not only five major tribes, Tianfanghai, Black Fengchi, Xiangmiao Divine Palace... Everyone has the ability to compete for the Sky Stone. You can only find one Sky Stone with the Xuanguang Mirror, and you are not superior."

Wu Qian understood that Jing Lao was using words to stimulate Xuan Ye, and immediately chuckled and said in response: "Yes, I remembered that the Kaitian Stone Axe was lost, Lu Chen, you can't find it, Xuan Ye, with your Dharma image of sentient beings, it's not difficult to go out to find it now. If it's too late, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

Xuan Ye's face was gloomy and could not speak for a long time. The Taichu Double Pan and the Xuanguang Mirror would involve the secret of the ancient catastrophe sky stone. If the ancient catastrophe arrives, it would be too late to find the Taichu Double Pan at that time.

"Boom!" A golden thunder descended, Wu Qian's body was destroyed, and only Wu Qian's Shenyuan, who was the superior god king, screamed and flew out and fell into Xuan Ye's hand.

"Xuan Ye, what are you doing?" Old Jing was very anxious.

Xuan Ye held Wu Qian's divine source and let the cold wind blow on the weak source spirit. Every painful cry of Wu Qian touched Old Jing's nerves.

"Tell me whereabouts of Taichu's Shuangpan."

"Mirror, don't tell him!" Wu Qian was in pain, but she was still unwilling to surrender.

Already old, his pupils tightened, and he didn't know if he bit his lips: "I... don't... know..."

"Don't know?" Xuan Ye held Wu Qian's divine source and withdrew from the hall. His cold voice echoed in the hall: "Qi Jing, whenever I want to tell me, I will notify this saint. I will save this divine source for you first, but I don't have much patience. You know that there is no idle place in my Holy Yang Palace, so I can only send her into the Fanyin Cave."

Fanyin Cave? Old Jing was stunned and tears burst into tears.

The Fanyin Cave is the place where Xuanye’s Buddhist body is pure and has a powerful deterrent effect on demon cultivators. Without the help of experts, even Wu Qian would not be able to stay in the Fanyin Cave for too long.

Looking at Xuan Ye's back, Old Jing never told the whereabouts of Taichu Shuangpan. On the one hand, he was the woman he loved the most, and on the other hand, his disciples and their friends whom he had trained for many years, he chose the latter in a hatred. He was sorry for Lu Chen, and he could not fail. In addition, he knew even more that as long as he told the whereabouts of Taichu Shuangpan, Wu Qian might not be able to live for the next moment.

...

Outside Luoque Palace, Xuan Ye's cold face was standing for a long time. Wu Qian's divine source was beating in his palm, uneasy and waiting for a long time, and no sound came from behind. Xuan Ye glared at Wu Qian angrily and snorted: "Did you see it? You can't compare to a magic object."

Wu Qian sneered, "Xuanye, save money, you can't say it in the mirror, don't even think of half a word from us. I, Wu Qian, aren't afraid of my Fanyin Cave." How could Wu Qian, who has survived for thousands of years, not understand this truth? Taichu Shuangpan and other things are their dependence on. Once the whereabouts of these things are told Xuanye, they will not live long. What is the physical body? One day, if you can escape, there will be too many ways to revive your cultivation, but if both the soul and soul are destroyed, even the chance of reincarnation will be slim.

"It's stubborn." Xuan Ye snorted lowly, bent his hand a little, and Wu Qian's divine source turned into streaming light and shot towards the Fanyin Cave in the distance.

Just then, a figure ran over quickly and knelt in front of Xuan Ye: "Qi Bi Tian Sheng, many space cracks appeared in the divine realm, and the fourth level of the space domain of the divine realm came to the divine realm."

"Has the space started to collapse?" Xuan Ye took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his heart.

After a while, Xuan Ye said, "Send the order and start from the Ming Dynasty. This saint preached in the Immortal Palace for the third time. All the God King Realms can be attended."

The preaching of the Heavenly Saint is a way for the God King to become the Lord. Pingyueli has very few opportunities to hear the Heavenly Saint explain the truth. If it were not for the ancient catastrophe and the Holy Yang Palace needed a large number of masters, Xuan Ye would not be willing to tell the truth about even the disciples of the Holy Yang Palace.

"yes!"

The man hurriedly left, Huang Xuanye, a man from Luoque Palace, looked at the faint sky, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching slightly: "Ancient catastrophe..."

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