Unless you leave Daqing, the human race is respected by the human race. However, the land ruled by the ten heavens outside Daqing is far more cruel than Daqing.

It is the only meaning of its existence, whether it is a person or a person, or even a ghost or a demon.

It is because the Emperor Tian Shili needs their existence.

How dare he go?

Not only him, but all the demons are also in normal shape.

"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

The fox Taoist glanced at the little foxes: "Go and bring all the scriptures with us, move!"

"Old ancestor! Let's run away. It's so dangerous here, what's the use of carrying those thick and big broken things?"

The little red fox with the top of the melon peel opened his mouth brittle:

"Let's run away now!"

"Run you!"

The fox Taoist was so angry that he knocked the little fox hard, and then looked at the other little foxes with a humming huff.

ah!

The other little foxes scattered and ran to the empty ruins of Jiaoyuan Temple not far away.

Looking at Jiaoyuan Temple with broken walls and recalling the grandma Mu who was almost dead while practicing in the deep mountains, she was beaten by a demon-subduing seal. The Fox Taoist sighed deeply:

"The world is so great, where is the place where we can rest..."

Between heaven and earth, not humans, demons, ghosts, demons, and monsters, they all live in difficulty.

Even a great monster of the level of Emperor Tian Shili will encounter the Netherworld Lord who emerged from nowhere. Invincible figures like the Netherworld Lord will encounter the "Heavenly Condemnation".

In this world, who can get happiness and who can get freedom?

When he turned around, he heard a scream from the yard.

"Um?!"

The fox Taoist's face changed, and he jumped over a hundred feet and rushed into the ruins of Jiaoyuan Temple.

Before he could land, he saw a group of little red foxes chirping around a little puppy, and there seemed to be no danger, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely send it off, his heart that had not been relieved for a long time was raised again.

In the middle of the ruins, at the edge of a dry well, there was a Taoist in white standing with his back facing him.

The Taoist is neither high nor low, but in his senses, he is so majestic sacred mountain. He is like a little ant, unable to help but tremble.

This Taoist is clearly the Taoist in white before.

He was frightened and stood still and did not dare to move.

An Qisheng ignored the meaning of the fox Taoist and listened to the movements in the well.

He threw a stone into the well, and until now, he had not heard the sound of the stone falling to the ground.
Chapter completed!