Zenzi knew Ye Shengge's personality, so he didn't care. He just said with some confusion: "It seems that you are not worried about this at all."

Ye Shengge said, "Since you can't hide, what are you afraid of?"

Zenzi sighed: "Although that's what he said, it's always a big deal to involve life and death."

Ye Shengge looked at Zen calmly, "Even you can't see through life and death?"

Zenzi shook his head and said, "The saint of Yanhe has a saying that no one wants to die. He doesn't want to. The little monk has only lived for decades, so naturally he doesn't want to."

The answer from Zenzi is very ordinary. Even if it is a bit unexpected, it is reasonable.

Zenzi said, "It's really hard for him to live. The monks here want to kill him and wait for him to be injured. Even if you are there, some people will try it. Now, that demon king wants to take action. This is the biggest disaster."

Ye Shengge felt something interesting when she heard these words. She raised her eyebrows and said, "From you see, will the achievements be greater after such hardships?"

Zenzi never thought Ye Shengge would ask this question. He was a little surprised, but he quickly said: "Even if this is the last step, it will be difficult."

What he said was difficult, so naturally he had a deeper meaning.

They are all the best among young monks, and they know more than others. Many secrets in practice are not considered secrets to them.

Ye Shengge had no expression when he heard this. According to her temperament, he had never been very concerned about these things.

"I don't have friends, this one is the only one."

Ye Shengge reached out and took out a peach blossom in his arms, and put it in his hair casually. He stopped talking, but just walked slowly towards Chongye.

Zenzi felt that Ye Shengge had some problems, and he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ye Shengge turned his head and said calmly: "I was wondering, if the fog mountain collapsed, would everyone die?"

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This palace under the sea was built with the palace in Luoyang City. In addition to that hall, there were other palaces. Li Fuyao had been to the palace, which was the one in Luoyang City, and of course the one in Shaoliang City.

Although he hadn't visited them all, when he was a storyteller, he also told many stories about princesses and folk scholars. He knew that most of those stories happened on the lakeside, so with the treasure hunting pot, Li Fuyao went straight to the lakeside of the palace.

Qinghuai was led by him, and the two of them walked very quickly, so they soon arrived at the lakeside and stood under the pavilion. There was a magic weapon of good grade on the stone table. After Li Fuyao picked it up, he found it was a jade hairpin.

So he casually pinned it on one of the green locust hairs.

The cave of the Yanhe Saint, also known as this foggy mountain, has been opened many times over the years, but the so-called saint residences are not real.

The real residence of the Saint Yanhe can only be opened by collecting the blood of the most outstanding young disciples of the three religions.

So this true saint cave was opened for the first time.

There are really many magic tools inside.

Qinghuai, with his hairpin, looked at his reflection in the lake, and asked, "Is it good?"

Li Fuyao nodded seriously and said, "You are naturally beautiful."

Men in the world may not be sharp-tongued. When they don’t know how to answer, they just need to praise the other person as they are good-looking, and there is basically no big problem.

Sure enough, Qinghuai smiled slightly and was indeed very satisfied.

Li Fuyao looked at the lake and said a few words to him before the death of the Saint Yanhe, "The three religions are united, plus the blood of the demon clan, and finally practicing swords, I don't think I can reach the end."

Qinghuai nodded, "He is a lunatic."

She didn't know much, but from the previous things, she was able to draw conclusions.

She likes and hates someone, and looks very straightforward.

Just like before, she said she wanted to beat Wu Shanhe.

Li Fuyao said: "It is also an amazing achievement that he can integrate the three religions and integrate them."

Qinghuai didn't want to delve into this matter, she just said, "I won't let you die."

Obviously, before this, she had been worried about Li Fuyao, and what she was worried about was Li Fuyao's life and death.

What if he dies?

Qinghuai never thought about this.

Because she couldn't accept it.

"What can you do?"

Li Fuyao looked at Qinghuai's eyebrows and felt that they were very beautiful. The statement that the eyebrows were as beautiful as the distant mountains was very consistent with Qinghuai's body.

"I'm dead, my dad will know."

Li Fuyao said sadly: "What's the difference between you and me?"

Qinghuai's life and death can naturally affect the occurrence of many things. When Qingtianjun is angry, he might even kill Li Fuyao. If Chao Qingqiu is angry, the two of them will fight each other in life and death. By then, it will be no simple matter between the two Canghai.

At that time, it was a war between the human race and the demon race.

Maybe Qinghuai's death indirectly led to the reopening of the war between the human race and the demon race.

So to a certain extent, the life of Qinghuai is very important.

Li Fuyao said: "He is very strong, but I won't die."

After saying this, Li Fuyao left behind the green locust in the pavilion, and along the lakeside, he came to a hall.

This hall should have been built by a certain princess.

The layout inside is all based on the woman's boudoir.

The sage Yanhe has always been the only one in Wushan. Even if he built such a palace, he never thought of finding a few women to fill the palace.

So this place is always empty.

Li Fuyao came to the dressing table and looked at the dressing items placed on it. They were all magical instruments and had a high grade.

In the spirit of preferring to be insignificant than lack, Li Fuyao put away all these things, and then saw a line of small words on the table.

The handwriting is exactly the same as that of the saint of Yanhe.

It casually describes some of the thoughts of the Saint Yanhe, how to integrate the three religions and how to live forever.

The handwriting is mostly a bit of ideas and is not rigorous.

Li Fuyao quickly looked away and looked elsewhere.

In other parts of this hall, there is a robe with a robe flowing with light, which looks like a robe.

Li Fuyao remembered the robe on Hu Yue, thought about it, and put it away.

After putting away the robe and looking at something else, there is really nothing left.

Li Fuyao smiled, walked out of the hall, and went to another place accurately.

Qinghuai was still standing under the pavilion and watching Li Fuyao return along the original road. Then she pointed to a place in the lake and said, "There is a sword there."

Li Fuyao looked closely and saw that there was indeed a sword in the lake in the distance.

Li Fuyao said: "Saint Yanhe has this idea, can he still practice swords?"

Qinghuai said nothing, just pressed the horn on her waist, thinking that if something happened, she would tell her father that Li Fuyao had to live.

This thousand-mile voice transmission was originally her life-saving magic weapon.

"My dad can't get in, but my dad has many subordinates."

Qingtianjun was worried about Qinghuai's life and death, so he sent many demon cultivators into Wushan. After careful calculation, there were really many.

"At least half of them are absolutely loyal to my father. I will let them take action and have more chances of winning."

Li Fuyao knew that no matter what he said, the woman in front of him would not care, so he closed his mouth and rushed into the lake.

Although he already had a lot of swords, Li Fuyao wanted to take them away as soon as he saw them. Even if he didn't use them, he couldn't let the sword cover the dust.

Apart from the palace hall, there are really no mechanisms elsewhere.

So Li Fuyao easily took the sword back. The sword body was snow-white and extremely sharp. Just looking at the sword, you should know that the material is extraordinary.

When Li Fuyao saw this sword, he remembered Xiaoxue.

Qinghuai asked, "Give it to me?"

Li Fuyao was a little surprised and asked, "Do you want it?"

Qinghuai nodded and said, "I will take a sword and stab you to death at any time in the future."

Li Fuyao felt helpless, "Why?"

"Save you to get along with other women."

Li Fuyao knew that most of the women in this world were unwilling to reason, and that his mother was like this, and Qinghuai was like this. As he thought about it, he felt relieved.

He handed the sword over.

Qinghuai took it at will and then put it away.

"I have one last step away from Chaomu, and I don't know when I can take it."

Qinghuai rarely comforted him: "Don't be anxious."
To be continued...