Zong Ye stood alone in the mountains near Shuzhong. Zong Ye had never seen this mountain. Maybe it was because Zong Ye had only lived in Xiao Wuxiang Temple and Wanggui Pavilion, because he didn't come out often.

This mountain is also beautiful, but the mountain road is particularly rugged. Many places have to be sideways to pass through, and even sharp rocks are streaked by the back. The old locust tree has its strengths in the rock wall, and its roots are tightly grasped by the rugged rocks on the rock wall. The fine roots fall from the roots of the shiki, like a curtain, blocking the road ahead.

Zong Ye gently pushed away the roots that blocked his vision and walked forward.

As soon as I stepped out of the mountain road, a lightning suddenly fell in front of me, illuminating the originally dark road ahead.

A temple suddenly appeared in the dense forest in front of him, a Nuwa Temple. The Nuwa Temple was built against the mountain, and there was no incense stick of bronze furnaces in front of the temple. The stone bricks of Nuwa Temple were covered with moss, and the surroundings were covered with old trees just like the sides of the mountain road in front.

The old trees in front of the temple are even denser, and their roots almost cover the temple door of Nuwa Temple and hang above the bronze furnace and cauldron.

There are no candles in the Nuwa Temple, only some fireflies vaguely illuminate the Nuwa sculpture with the human head and snake body in the Nuwa Temple.

Zong Ye passed through his dense roots, and a figure in a month-old white robe flashed by in Nuwa Temple.

Zong Ye was delighted. It was Bai Luo inside! He accelerated his pace and walked into the Nuwa Temple. Unexpectedly, just as he stepped into the Nuwa Temple, a golden light slashed over. Zong Ye was hit by Hu Po as his chest and was immediately chopped out of Nuwa Temple by Hu Po.

Zong Ye raised his head in surprise. Bai Luo's whip did not do his best, but still made his chest hurt.

Bai Luo walked out of Nuwa Temple step by step, and his blue pupils looked at Zong Ye like a thousand-year-old black ice, with hatred. Bai Luo asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Zong Ye's heart suddenly became empty, and Bai Luo didn't even know him?"

Zong Ye struggled to get up from the ground, and Bai Luo's tiger soul had already reached his neck. Zong Ye's throat seemed to be blocked. Bai Luo's eyes were clearly wary.

"It's me... Zong Ye."

Bai Luo still looked at Zong Ye: "How dare you be an enemy of me?"

"I...I won't be enemies of you."

Bai Luo glanced at Zong Ye coldly: "Then why are you holding the Zhuxian Grass?"

Zong Ye looked down and saw that there was a Zhuxian grass in his hand at some point! Zong Ye quickly wanted to throw away the Zhuxian grass. But the Zhuxian grass seemed to be stuck in his hand and could not be shaken off no matter how hard he shook it.

Bai Luo's wrist flipped, and the tiger soul was raised high. Zong Ye had never been as bright as the tiger soul. The golden light on the tiger soul seemed to flash with a soul-catching light. If this blow fell, Zong Ye would probably be shattered by the tiger soul immediately. The three souls were gone and the seven souls would not be gathered.

However, Zong Ye looked at the rising tiger soul, after the initial horror, he felt relieved for a moment. It seemed that the tiger soul could be relieved and leave this devastated world.

But before the golden light of the tiger soul fell, another thunder thunder was found in the air. Unusual thunder and lightning were used, and it was a heavenly disaster to take thunder!

The thunder slashed straight towards Bai Luo. Zong Ye didn't even think about it, and he didn't care about the tiger soul hanging above his head. Suddenly, his limbs seemed to have the strength to pounce towards Bai Luo.

The thunder of the heavenly tribulation split the dark night sky and fell down. But the thunder did not fall on him. The thunder of the heavenly tribulation disappeared when it fell in front of Zong Ye.

Suddenly, a warm feeling came from Zong Ye's palm. Zong Ye lowered his head strangely, and saw that there was a dagger in his hand. The dagger was now pierced in Bai Luo's chest.

No! No! No! The dagger is not just pierced in Bai Luo's chest, but has already broken Bai Luo's heart!

But Bai Luo was still angry, and looked at Zong Ye with a pair of blue eyes and resentful eyes: "Who are you? You said your name is Zong Ye?"

Zong Ye was so shocked that he took a step back: "No...No...No...No me."

Zong Ye wanted to escape, to hide, and to stab the dagger into his chest, but he couldn't help but not let him do anything to his hands and feet.

A golden light flashed in Bai Luo's chest, and Zong Ye subconsciously reached out his hand. A golden spirit bead with blood and still warm rolled down on Zong Ye's palm.

Zong Ye suddenly woke up in shock. His chest was scratched by Shen Tu. After returning to the Forgetful Recruitment Hall, Lu Yubao gave him some medicine, but he didn't expect that he would have been asleep for so long.

Zong Ye lifted the broken hair on his forehead, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He had never dreamed of it in a dream except for seeing such a scene in the illusion.

It seems that he had had such a dream when he had fought with Shen Tu in the illusion.

The warm feeling was still there. Zong Ye looked at the sky outside, and the sunset was printed with a golden light outside the white wall of the Forget Gun Pavilion. The swaying trees were photocopied on the white wall, and under the white wall were sparrows jumping and fighting for food.

Zong Ye put his robe on and walked towards Feng Qingting. He felt for no reason that such days seemed to slip away from him soon. Maybe one day, when he walked out of the Forget Return Hall again, he would not be able to come back.

Bai Luo and Yan Zhu were sitting and talking in Fengqing Pavilion.

I originally thought I would have been delayed for a long time in the Nine Counties of the Southern Barbarians, but I didn't expect to get the bad news that the Yaoguang Star Lord was cut off from the Spirit Pearl. Everyone had to return to the Central Plains first and then make a fuss.

Ye Ming returned to Kunlun, Xie Jinyan took Wen Yun back to Biquan Villa, and Jiang Qinghan returned to Xuanyue Temple first.

Although Bai Luo was anxious about the Yaoguang Star Lord's star plate, he did not dare to act rashly. If Wen Yun's grandmother had hidden her well, Bai Luo would have found the position of the star plate. If she wanted to go to Yuhu Palace, she would have to find a suitable reason first.

Bai Luo, Zong Ye, Xue Huo, and the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin had to return to the Forgetful Palace first.

The time to go to the Nine Counties of the Nanman Kingdom was short, and there was no new news about Wu Yueji. The three major families were busy managing their respective gang affairs, and they seemed to be in a peaceful and prosperous era.

Yuan Yuzhu was much better in the Forget Return to the Pavilion. Although the broken right arm could no longer be taken back, his complexion had improved a lot. When Bai Luo returned to the Forget Return to the Pavilion, Yuan Yuzhu was practicing sword at Fengqing Pavilion. Yan Zhu was walking out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup that had just been made for Yuan Yuzhu.

Yan Zhu saw Bai Luo’s face slightly and asked, “Is there anything difficult for the Emperor Jianwu?”

Bai Luo only realized that Yan Zhu's ankle was tied to the shackles made by Zhu Rong's clan when he was in Kunlun Ruins. Yan Zhu was not suppressed by any immortal magic, so after being sent to Kunlun Ruins by Bai Luo, he could only deal with it in the simplest and most primitive way.

Of course, the shackles of Zhurong's family must be cut off by Zhurong's magical martial arts.

Bai Luo smiled self-deprecatingly. He should have thought that Kunlun people were making trouble when Kunlun lost his ferocious beast. But at that time, he thought that it was because he was drinking and mismanaged by the fact that Kunlun Ruins had lost the ferocious beast.

When Yan Zhu told her about this in the illusion of Yuanlong Bone, Bai Luo thought that the only one who released Yan Zhu was just an ordinary little fairy in Kunlun, but she did not expect that the one involved was Fuxi Fengshi.

Zhu Yan Beast is not affected by the barrier of immortal magic. Bai Luo is originally a white tiger. Zhu Yan can only surrender when he sees Bai Luo. But if the Seven Star Lord meets Zhu Yan Beast, he will have almost no power to resist. Then the demonized Yan Zhu of Yaoguang Star Lord can slap one to death with one slap.

When Bai Luo subdued Zhu Yan Beast and sent it back to Kunlun Ruins to suppress it, many people felt relieved. There were also many little immortals with low spiritual power poking their heads outside Kunlun Ruins to see what happened, but they would never dare to step into Kunlun Ruins.

Fortunately, after he caught Zhu Yanbiao back to Kunlun Ruins, Zhu Yanbiao turned into Yan Zhu.

Bai Luo asked Yan Zhu, "Do you still remember Feng Mobi?"

Yan Zhu smiled softly: "Divine Lord is talking about Young Master Fuxi? Of course I remember. Young Master Zhurong always likes to tease young actors, and every time, Young Master Fuxi comes to help the young actors."

Bai Luo smiled faintly. As Yan Zhu said, it was hard for her to imagine that Feng Mobi was the one who killed Yaoguang Xingjun.

"What kind of person is he?" Zong Ye brought frosted plum wine to Bai Luo.

Bai Luo gently drank a mouthful of frosted plum wine and said lightly: "It's quite boring, do you want to hear it?"

Zong Ye nodded.
Chapter completed!