In the western border, in the endless desert, a white light suddenly flew down from the sky.

The white light actually turned out to be a white crane with vermilion on its head and snow-white all over its body. There was not even a varied white color. The cold moonlight and in the endless yellow sand, the white crane swept down from the sky and suddenly disappeared into the air like a ghost.

There are still thousands of miles of yellow sand, but the transparent ripples rippled in the place where the white crane disappeared, there are many overlapping pavilions and towers. A large magic circle formed a transparent light curtain to isolate this palace standing in the endless desert from the eyes of the world.

Even if there are travelers and caravans who accidentally enter the depths of the thousands of miles of yellow sand, they will not know that such a palace will be hidden in this place where there is only death and dust.

The white crane that fell from the sky suddenly put away its wings and landed on a pavilion.

A fair hand stretched out from the window of the pavilion and grabbed a jade ring that the white crane was holding.

The owner of this hand stretched out his finger and stroked the jade ring. A faint light emanated from the jade ring, reflecting a line of flowing words.

Just as he saw the handwriting on the jade ring, the owner of the hand suddenly vibrated, and immediately stood up and said quickly to the two young men in blue shirt standing respectfully at the door of the pavilion, "Go and notify the palace master and all the elders that there is a major matter, let them all go to the Deliberation Hall to discuss!"

The two young men in green clothes nodded without saying anything, and rushed out quickly. The owner of this hand, holding a jade ring and a young man in a blue uniform, did not stop at all, immediately turned into a blue stream of light and directly swept into a palace hundreds of feet away.

In front of this bronze-colored temple, there was a quiet lake like crescent moon. Inside the temple, the burning ambergris floated like clouds in the air.

The young man in a gorgeous blue dress frowned slightly, sat down on a yew chair with a serious expression, lowered his head, looked at the jade ring in his hand, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Just after a moment, bursts of sounds of breaking through the air sounded outside the hall, and seven or eight figures swept into this palace full of bronze, like a palace made of red copper.

"Junior Brother Shen, what's so anxious?"

The man in purple robe asked at the young man in blue clothes. The man in purple robe looked only about thirty years old, with a narrow face and a slightly thin figure. Logically speaking, such appearance has nothing to do with the word "majesty". Moreover, when this man entered the temple, he no longer emitted any magical fluctuations, but from entering the temple to sitting down naturally, his every move naturally exuded a noble and majestic atmosphere.

"Palace Lord, Yun Meng is alive and dead."

The young man in blue clothes looked at the man in purple robe and slowly exhaled.

"Whose hand is he dead?" A short and fat old man in a dark green robe flashed in his eyes, but his expression on his face did not change much.

"Luobei." said the young man in a gorgeous blue dress.

"Is that evil disciple in Shushan? That junior?!" A middle-aged man wearing a square-faced shirt made a thunderous voice, "Why did he die at the hands of the evil disciple in Shushan when he is with the Kunlun?"

"Unknown." The young man in a blue dress shook his head, as if he would never say anything more about what he didn't know.

"I haven't gone out for more than ten years." A tall man wearing a moon-white long gown and looking only twenty years old, stood up and sighed slightly, "Let me find out the reason, and then kill the evil disciple from Shushan to avenge Junior Brother Yun Mengsheng."

"We might as well not touch Luobei." The young man in a gorgeous blue dress shook his head, and a look of worry appeared between his eyebrows.

"Why did Senior Brother Chen say this?" The middle-aged man wearing a square-faced shirt sneered: "What, can't our Dayi Palace afford to offend such a monster?"

The young man in a blue dress shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved it. The jade ring in his hand was hung in front of everyone, and a line of flowing handwriting flashed on the jade ring again.

"Yunmeng's life and death, the one who killed Yunmeng's life, Luobei, was the descendant of Luofu."

"What!"

As soon as they saw this line of handwriting, they just heard that Yun Meng had not changed their color in life and death. In fact, although Yun Meng Sheng's death also shocked them a little, they still felt that they were making a big deal and there was no need to gather them all here. But now, they understood why Chen Feirong, the most calm and respected by the palace master, summoned all the elders of the Great Freedom Palace to come so vigorously.

The descendant of Luofu!

How could Luo Bei, the evil disciple of Shushan, suddenly become the descendant of Luofu?!

Everyone knows what the word Luofu means.

This line of words suddenly exploded in the hearts of these people, and almost broke out their souls.

“Is this news reliable?”

For a moment, the tall man wearing a moon-white long gown who had just stood up could not help but take a deep breath and said such a sentence.

The young man in a blue dress did not answer his words. In fact, these people knew the answer in their hearts, and there was no need to answer at all. Over the past decades, countless news received by the Great Zizai Palace were provided by the line Zhao Zhuiyang and Shen Feirong. Zhao Zhuiyang, who was specifically responsible for providing the news, was more calm than Chen Feirong. If it were not for 100% true news, he would not have conveyed it back to the Great Zizai Palace. Zhao Zhuiyang is the eyes and ears of the Great Zizai Palace in the world, and there has never been any mistakes in the news that has been passed on to the Great Zizai Palace for decades.

Everyone now even thought that the reason why Zhao Zhuiyang only sent this sentence back was because Zhao Zhuiyang felt that this sentence was really important and extremely urgent. Otherwise, he would have found out how Yun Mengsheng died at Luo Bei's hands and then sent the news back.

After a moment of loss of consciousness, the eyes of all the top figures in the Great Freedom Palace gathered on the man wearing a purple robe and a little narrow-faced.

Because this person who naturally reveals the majesty and dignity that cannot be concealed is Emperor Chen Qing, the lord of the Great Zizai Palace. The Great Zizai Palace is the most powerful and the only person who can decide where the Great Zizai Palace will go and where it will go.

"Thank you, junior brother." Chen Qingdi turned his head and looked at the tall man in a moon-white long gown who had just stood up, nodded slightly and said, "You and Junior Brother Shen leave the palace and find out how Yun Mengsheng died at Luobei's hands. If Qilianliancheng also knew that he was the descendant of Luofu, he would definitely kill Luobei. If necessary... If Qilianliancheng cannot kill him, you can help Qilianliancheng and his gang..."

"Prince Lord!"

Chen Feirong, who had been entangled with deep worries, raised his head suddenly and looked directly at the person who was the most powerful and convincing to the Great Freedom Palace. "Although Luofu is vindictive in his actions, he is also clear in grudges. Even if we offend Luofuduo without knowing the identity of Luobei, even if we offend Luofuduo, Yun Mengsheng is dead, Luofu will not pursue it again. But if we take revenge, Luofu might completely take us as our enemy."

"What Junior Brother Chen said is extremely true." Several people around Chen Feirong also nodded. They all remembered the huge sect in Yinshan decades ago, which disappeared in Yuan Tianyi's hands overnight, as if they had never disappeared in the world.

"I know this." Chen Qingdi's expression did not change much. He lowered his head slightly and sighed faintly, "Everyone knows that Luofu is an existence that cannot be provoked at all, but now chaos has arisen, who can keep it alone? We must choose to stand on one side, and since I have chosen to stand on one side, Luofu must be our enemy. How can we stand on the side because it really appears in front of us, and the side that stands thinks we are not on this side?"

"I understand what you said." Chen Feirong was silent for a moment, and a light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly asked Emperor Chen Qing, "But I don't know why you should choose Kuang Wuxin instead of Huang Wushen. Among the ten golden immortals in Kunlun, no one will stand on Kuang Wuxin's side, and Qilianliancheng's current cultivation level is no worse than those people. Junior Brother Zhao and I both think that Kuang Wuxin has no chance of winning at all."

"Just as everyone is afraid of Luo Fu, because Kuang Wuxin has no scruples in his actions." Chen Qingdi smiled, "In the hands of Huang Wushen, Kunlun is just an extremely deterrent existence, but Kuang Wuxin has truly turned Kunlun into a terrifying weapon. You can also see what kind of power Kuang Wuxin has in his hands this year and how diligent his cultivation has reached. And since he dares to do this, he will definitely have a way to deal with Qilianlian City and Huang Wushen, and most importantly, he has to rely on the power of our Great Freedom Palace. Our Great Freedom Palace is an important and indispensable existence for him. Standing on his side is less expensive than standing on another side, and he will get more benefits."

"I know you are also doing it for the Great Freedom Palace, I hope the decision you made is the right one."

Chen Feirong stopped talking. After saying this in his heart, Chen Feirong bowed seriously to Emperor Chen Qing, turned around and walked out.

In the bronze hall, Emperor Chen Qing looked at Chen Feirong's back as he walked out faintly. Looking at the junior brother he admired the most, he also sighed slightly in his heart, "I hope the decision I made is the right one."

...

"What! Luobei is the descendant of Luofu!"

Just as Shen Feirong walked out of the bronze hall, many sects also received such information.

The world is shocking!

A mountain that seemed to have been burned by fire, all charred and without a single plant, and a large rugged rock, a young man wearing ordinary plain-colored shirt gave people an indescribable sense of perseverance, like an unshakable rock, slowly stood up.

During this breath, the entire sky above his head seemed to be swallowed by him. The young man who gave people a feeling of incomparable resoluteness was Huang Wushen's only personal disciple, the most outstanding among the younger generation of Kunlun, Qilianliancheng, whose reputation has been so strong that he can't be stronger in the past two years!

Standing not far away beside him, wearing a long blue gown and faintly revealing the powerful and cold sword intent, was Wentian's disciple Tang Qingxiang.

Compared to the time when Lao Zhaonan was intercepted and killed, Tang Qingxiang had a little more dusty look on his face, and he seemed to be much more mature. Judging from the magic fluctuations and powerful sword intent on his body, in the past two years, he seemed to have emerged from the shadow of being defeated by Lao Zhaonan with a sword and defeated by him. Both the cultivation level of the sword technique and the true essence level have improved a lot.

When Tang Qingxiang stood quietly, he was like a proud divine weapon, but in front of Qilianlian City, the sword intent on his body unconsciously contracted a little.

When facing Qilianlian City, the prime minister Tang Qing never dared to be proud of himself, but instead he would feel a little unconsciously frightened. This feeling is like the feeling of the ministers in the world who come to court to face the king, it is a natural feeling of oppression that arises in his heart.

This feeling comes from the power of Qilianlian City!

Two years ago, when Tang Qingzhang stood opposite Qilianlian City, he didn't feel like this, but now as long as he gets within a hundred feet of Qilianlian City, Tang Qingzhang felt that he could not defeat Qilianlian City at all.

In two years, the speed of Qilianliancheng's cultivation level has been unimaginable. Sometimes, Tang Qingxiang couldn't help but wonder whether the speed at which Qilianliancheng's cultivation level has increased... that person, the person who bet everything on his side, will be his opponent in the future.

"A person like this should not exist in this world."

After saying this in his heart with some jealousy and resentment, he turned around and looked at Qilianliancheng with a exploratory look. "The news was spread by Yun Hezi. Do you think that it was Yun Hezi who said it casually? Think about it, Luo Bei was obviously a disciple of Shushan, but how could he suddenly become the descendant of Luofu?"

"It's not wrong. Yun Hezi must be worried about Luofu's revenge, so he spread the news so that Luofu's enemies would deal with Luobei first." Qilianliancheng said as Zhaoyao Mountain, which was vaguely visible and thick night light under the thick dark mist.

Although Qilianliancheng had never seen Yun Hezi, his words were definitely right to express Yun Hezi's real intention!

Looking at Zhaoyao Mountain in the distance, after pausing, Qilianliancheng glanced at Tang Qingxiang, and then said, "And I have already visited the place where Uncle Gu Liuyun and the others fought with Luobei. There are only Yun Hezi, Uncle Gu Liuyun, Nan Li Yue, Yun Mengsheng, Baidu Mountain Ren and Na Luobei's remaining true energy fluctuations. Na Luobei's true energy fluctuations are definitely not Shushan's martial arts techniques, and there are two different magical techniques left by Qiqiao Mitian**, and there are also two different magical techniques left by Qiqiao Mitian**, and the breath of the thunder aura of the purple thunder god breaking cone. Na Luobei... It seems that one person has used the natal sword element, Qiqiao Mitian**, and Daozang True Yuan Miaoyao. In addition to Na Luofu's martial arts, what other magical techniques can allow him to perform these three magical techniques?"

Unable to allow the Prime Minister Tang Qing to raise any objections, Qilianliancheng said silently again: "Uncle Gu Liuyun died under the combined attack of Baidu Shanren and Luo Bei's natal sword essence. Baidu Shanren became famous in southern Xinjiang in his early years, and Yuan Tianyi had been there. In addition to Yuan Tianyi's great favors to Baidu Shanren, Baidu Shanren found that Luo Bei was Yuan Tianyi's disciple, I can't think of the second reason why Baidu Shanren did not hesitate to help Luo Bei deal with Gu Liuyun and the others without hesitation."

Tang Qingxiang took a deep breath and nodded. The matter reached this point. If he said that Luo Bei was not a disciple of Luofu, it would only make Qilianliancheng suspicious of him. After nodding, Tang Qingxiang asked Qilianliancheng, who had been sitting on this mountain for two years and had only stood up today. "Then have you discovered his whereabouts?"

"In ten days, I will go and kill him." Qilian Liancheng replied.

"Ten days later?"

Qilian Liancheng's words were very plain and there was not much emotional fluctuation, but when it fell into Tang Qingxiang's ears, Tang Qingxiang's breathing suddenly stopped, and his body was uncontrollably stiff.

He suddenly thought that Qilianliancheng was guarding Lao Zhaonan outside this Yaoyao Mountain. He had been guarding Lao Zhaonan for two years and had never left. However, he said that he had visited the place where Gu Liuyun and Luobei fought... At this moment, Tang Qingxiang suddenly realized that Qilianliancheng... had actually cultivated the Great Dao Rutian Jue to the point of distracting the mind.
Chapter completed!