The car suddenly braked hard and stopped.

He sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel tightly and looking thoughtful.

Dudu

The text message came, and it was from Master Yu Hen. He gave two phone numbers, which were internal numbers. They were directly connected to the two Celestial Masters in Channel Channel. He said that he might need to call a few more times.

Then the other side of the encirclement said that he would notify and contact them and inform them of the situation inside in the name of the Lingguang Mutual Aid Alliance. As for the decision, it would be left up to the official decision.

Yu Hong quickly dialed the first number on Channel Pulse.

beep.

The long wait began.

Once, no one answered.

twice, three times, four times

After clicking the door and getting out of the car, he dragged the car to the side of the road with one hand to prevent it from blocking the road.

Then he walked to the edge of the cliff and looked towards the direction of the Zihe Palace Mountain Range.

As expected, the military vehicles there began to slowly withdraw.

Obviously, Old Master Yuhen still had a way, and he didn't know what method he used to make the officers, soldiers and warlocks here leave immediately.

After feeling relieved, Yu Hong focused on making the call repeatedly. After calling for a while, no one answered, and then sent a message to Qinghuang Ye, asking him to give him a direct way to contact Long Qingzi.

He decided to personally talk to these top leaders to determine their attitude towards the spiritual disaster and black disaster.

And try to convince them with your real facts.

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In the endless mountain forest.

Far away from Zihe Palace, on the way to Yunshu Mountain, Daomai Zuting.

A ray of purple light suddenly fell to the ground, he turned over and got on the motorcycle, and then sped towards the distance at full speed.

In the purple light, Ku Chan was covered in blood. Half of his face, eyes, nose, and ears were all scorched by some highly corrosive liquid, leaving only a charred black patch. White smoke continued to float out, making a hissing sound.

One of his arms hung limply by his side, and the other hand tightly held his unconscious fiancée Ying'er. His palm could barely steady the car handle.

The blood continued to trickle down where the two people were close to each other. It was scattered by the high-speed moving car and turned into invisible drops.

Ying'er's complexion was already pale and bloodless.

I ran all the way and I don’t know how long it took.

Suddenly, Ying'er's eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened a crack.

"Jin Zhi. Is that you?"

"It's me. I'm here, I'm by your side!" Ku Chan cheered up and responded hurriedly.

"I haven't had time to tell you." Ying'er gasped hard, squeezing out a few words. "I have your child."

"I" Kuchan's face trembled, but as he felt his fiancée's body getting colder and colder, tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'll be at the ancestral court soon! There are many magic spells in Yunshu Mountain, and there will definitely be a way to save you! Hold on! You must hold on!!"

Ku Chan hugged Ying'er tightly, his voice almost begging.

"Mom and dad, they are very happy." Ying'er seemed to be unable to hear what he was saying and was talking to herself.

"He also said that he would hold a big wedding for us."

"I promise you. Definitely. Definitely." When thinking of his parents who had died long ago, Kuchan's vision blurred again with tears.
Chapter completed!