"There are three sects in the world. I wonder if we will have the opportunity to meet them in this life?"

Ji Boyi couldn't help but sigh when he heard this thunderous term coming from Chu Zhao's mouth. There are only two or three masters of this level in the tens of thousands of years of Star Palace's history.

"The true form of the Sword Sect has been sitting on the Hundred Thousand Mountains all year round, suppressing millions of monsters; the Demon Lord has been cultivating the 'Seven Heavens', intending to imitate the Emperor's great deeds, and has never shown his face; I, the Heretic Emperor, have not been seen for five hundred years. To be sure.

If not for Fenglinzhou’s purple energy rising into the sky, I’m afraid many people would think that Emperor Zun has already passed away.”

"Oh? Emperor Zun has disappeared for so long. I wonder why no one went to Fenglinzhou to see him?"

Chu Zhaoren didn't know how precious the information he casually revealed was, and Hua Qingyu didn't say much to him about the great master at this level.

"My master once used a 'water mirror' to illuminate this world. He only said that the emperor's destiny is still there. The reason why he is hiding is probably because of some great event."

As the most voyeuristic treasure in Kunxu Realm, the power of "Water Mirror" makes all sects love and hate it. Without the same level of divine forbidden power, basically no sect can resist its prying eyes.

Huanshui Pavilion ranks at the bottom among the nine sects of the outside world, but it is able to maintain its transcendent status because it relies on the power of the "Water Mirror" to foresee crises in advance and deal with them calmly.

Now I heard from Chu Zhaoren that even three sects in the world dared to peep at this treasure. One can imagine its power.

"I wonder, how much does your partner know about Yu Shenxiao?"

After thinking about it, Ji Boyi still asked this question. Every time he thought of this name in his mind, he always had an inexplicable emotion. This feeling of being out of control made him very concerned.

"The emperor's daughter, she is a very charming person."

As if he thought of something, a strange look appeared on Chuzhaoren's beautiful face, and he dismissed the topic with a gentle word.

At this moment, the silver bracelet on her snow-white wrist suddenly burst into bright colors, and layers of water rippled out, outlining a blurry figure and a pair of cold and cold eyes.

"No, the people from Yuhua Ice Palace are here!"

Lingbao warned, the person in the first photo seemed to be very familiar with the visitor, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a trace of sadness on his jade face.

"Partner, is this person the legendary Qing Emperor's son?"

"No, his name is Mo Yan."

A careless smile appeared on Ji Boyi's face. Only the Qing Emperor's son in Yuhua Bing Palace could gain his attention.

"Brother Wang, please don't be careless. This man has fought several fierce battles with Fang Qinghua, each with his own victory or defeat. There is only a thin line between him and the Qing Emperor's son."

"oh!"

Hearing this, Ji Boyi's face froze slightly. Such a record was really unbeatable with this incarnation.

"It seems that the people from the Yuhua Ice Palace came here for the 'Mercury Ring'. The Qing Emperor's talent is rare in history, and I am afraid that he can withstand more than twenty Yuan Spirits. If he gets the 'Mercury Ring', I am afraid that this ban will be

Everyone working together can't stop him from taking out the treasure."

While Chu Zhaoren was talking, he asked Ji Boyi to leave, hoping to avoid Mo Yan.

"Oh, have you noticed it? Hey, even if you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime. All of your escape routes are within the Young Master's anticipation of the 'Return to Origin Tribulation'."

About ten miles away, Mo Yan said to himself coldly and arrogantly, adjusting his direction with determination and chasing after Chu Zhaoren and Ji Game.

After three days and three nights, the two of them were finally blocked in a canyon, and faced Mo Yan with an ugly expression on their faces.

"This Taoist brother is blocking our way for some reason?"

Ji Boyi smiled innocently with a round face that was very confusing, trying to dispel his opponent's enthusiasm. He thought that he was here for Chu Zhaoren anyway, so the guy in front of him probably wouldn't pay too much attention to him.

"Finally stopped running, kid!"

Hey, something is wrong!

Just when Ji Boyi felt bad, the energy and blood in Mo Yan's body across from him began to burn fiercely, but there was also a biting cold power.

"This is...the ice calamity!"

It was a very familiar starting move. Mo Yan pointed out with both fingers. Although there was no fluctuation of the true energy machine, the invisible force had already told him of the crisis.

With a loud and ear-piercing "clang" sound, the sword at Ji Boyi's waist automatically unsheathed under almost impossible circumstances, and used the thin and narrow blade to resist the opponent's sharp spear-like finger.

"Be careful. The monks who have obtained Yuanling's body can offset part of the forbidden power in this cave."

Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?

After hearing Chu Zhaoren's words, Ji Boyi suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body flew backwards like an arrow from a string, and the sword in his palm was twisted and almost broken by a strong force.

"You are vulnerable, I will kill you with the next move!"

But Mo Yan didn't expect that the man Qing Dizi repeatedly told him to be careful would be so weak. He couldn't even take one of his tentative moves. He wanted to kill the little fat man in front of him as soon as possible.

"The falling moon shakes love!"

A hint of melancholy and sighing words rang out, and Ji Boyi felt that the finger that had been pointed on his forehead suddenly stopped. His tempered fighting consciousness allowed him to instantly shift his position and avoid an almost fatal blow.

"Illusion?"

When Mo Yan came back to his senses, he found that Ji Boyi was out of his control and was standing with Chu Zhaoren, looking at him with an ugly expression.

"Brother Taoist, this is too unreasonable!"

Gently moving his trembling, sore right hand behind his back, Ji Boyi circulated all his energy and blood in an attempt to restore the feeling in his right hand. With just one move, he almost thought that his sword-holding hand was going to be permanently lost.

The opponent in front of him, "Ice Sky Tribulation", had a level of cultivation that was even more advanced than that of the Yuhua Ice Palace disciple he had seen. He was even close to the realm of Ji Boyi himself. With this incarnation, he could take the next move.

Or rely on Chu Zhaoren's spiritual interference.

If he really makes a move, I'm afraid he won't even be able to take a single move!

"The battle between the great ways will never end. You have hindered my path to enlightenment, so I can only ask you to die!"

Mo Yan's eyes were calm as he spoke, as if what he was about to kill was just an ordinary mortal, and his mood did not fluctuate at all.

"Until death? Hey, Brother Dao, I hope you won't regret saying this when the time comes!"

A cold edge suddenly appeared on Ji Boyi's originally simple and honest round face, and the cold light flowed in the green pupils, revealing a colder chill than his opponent.

Not knowing what was going on, Mo Xan suddenly shuddered, as if he was being targeted as prey by some wild beast. The pores all over his body stood up, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and traces of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Strange, what's going on?"

Just when Mo Yan was suspicious, the first -by -person person had quickly said the rules in the banned cave.

"The eighty -one Yuan Ling is the key to eighty -one. Anyone can get some control of this Congtongtian as long as it gets it. The role is on the surface.

"However, only all the Yuan Ling can be completely recovered to complete all the repairs. Therefore, in this hole, even if the guy is shocked, it will be gorgeous. With each other

10 % of the power. "

"But even so, for some people, it is enough to ban the king's name. The disciples of the feathery ice palace in front of you can have a Yuan Ling in the body according to the spy of the" water and silver ring "."

After Ji Guanyi's listening, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the right hand holding the sword had recovered the consciousness. Most of the cold coldness of the almost frozen cracking meridian skin was expelled in vitro.

"Partner, how many Yuan Ling?"

"Two!"

At this time, the first Zhaoxi did not conceal it, and exposed her core card honestly, but in her tone, there was no confidence.

"This person's cultivation is at least the second peak of Daji Eight Turn. I have the power to fight with him unless I refine the three or more."

If the deity is here ...

Ji Guanyi's face was slightly condensed, Heng Jian was on his chest, and his mind began to call. He hoped that before the arrival of the deity, he kept the life of this incarnation.

"Son of the moon, if you watch it with your sleeves, I can let you go!"

At this time, Mo Yan had expelled the irritability of his heart, and calmly said a man and a woman in front of him.

"If the two of us joined forces, maybe we can still escape from your hands. Once ourselves are chaotic, I'm afraid die faster."

At least the successors trained by the famous factions are very flexible. Although the first -by -person person is young and lacks of experience, in this case, he still looks very clearly.

Ji Guanyi's mood.

"That's a pity, I didn't like killing women!"

After speaking cold words, Mo Yan's arrogant face emerged with a layer of crystal white light, like a piece of ice crystal, which bloomed with cold qi and blood, so that the surrounding air was stiff.

"In this banned cave, because most of the forces are sealed, the strength of the body's qi and blood is the biggest means to the enemy.

"If you just retreat, you still have to die in the end, it is better to do it with him here!"

Ji Guanyi's speaking, there is a style of sword repair.

"This goes to the east dozens of miles, there is a cloud -fog mountain, which is occupied by a senior. As long as you go, even if the Qing Emperor comes, he dare not want to make it out!"

"oh!"

Ji Guanyi's eyes flickered, and finally he nodded and agreed. He originally planned to call his deity. Since there are other choices, don't expose the relationship.

"I wonder where this predecessor is sacred?"

"Daowu Qiankun, Tang Lifeng!"

After hearing the name read out by Chu Zhaoren, Ji Boyi's expression fluctuated, and he had obviously heard of this name before. He said in a tone of unknown emotion.
Chapter completed!