Mo Chuan never thought that there was such a hidden story behind the Qingyun Sect's destruction of the sword fairy Luo Yao. He looked at Zhao Yue's smile and pursed his lips. But before he could say it, he heard her voice coming slowly: "According to this matter, everyone will suddenly look strange, but it was strange that no one noticed something strange, and there was not even a different voice. If it were said that the prince Fuchen obeyed the words of the spirit girl, but there were so many old ministers in the heavenly clan, would one or two be fools? It might not be."

Of course, Mo Chuan knew not necessarily. He knew what Zhaoyue was talking about. The woman in front of him was tearing apart his pride as the dragon clan in an almost cruel way.

He has always believed that the Heavenly Clan is the most noble and unique existence above the world and wilderness, the supreme clan, and a group of people blessed by all the ancient gods.

The Dragon Clan has always adhered to their usual pride, integrating the respect for heaven and earth that is integrated into the bones and blood, and awe for all directions into the principles of fame as benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, and forming a set of its own traditions.

In Mo Chuan's eyes, the Dragon Clan people have always been reluctant to do something treacherous, let alone collude with the demon clan.

But Zhao Yue's words just now all revealed this meaning.

After all, it is obvious that it is even more difficult to blind the prince's eyes and the old ministers of the Nine Heavens. And such a huge project is impossible for foreigners to do, and the only possibility is the dragon tribe itself.

Zhaoyue still walked slowly and walked in front of Mo Chuan: "This is the case when the Qinglong Sect destroyed the family, and the same is true for the evil dragon clan of Qiongqi Dao. What kind of power and what kind of people can keep the old ministers of the heavenly clan, including you, in the dark?"

After saying that, Zhaoyue turned sideways and made way for a path.

Mo Chuan didn't speak, expressionless, but just glanced at her faintly, then walked past the bluestone slab on the last step of the path of the sloppy path, standing in front of a sudden, empty square full of dust and fallen leaves.

In the middle of the square, a stone statue stood with a sword, standing there majestic and unmoving.

"The rest is for the gods." Zhao Yue smiled slightly, and a faint blue light floated by her body, turning into a moonlit flower, falling into Mo Chuan's black sleeves.

There was a silence everywhere, and there was only the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, lifting Mo Chuan's clothes backwards. He glanced around. Although he had never seen anyone, he always felt that there was a strange aura that followed him. Even when he arrived here, he still had no intention of letting go.

The flower that Zhaoyue turned into was lying quietly in Mo Chuan's sleeves, staring at the direction where the strange aura came.

Mo Chuan raised his hand and waved it, and a barrier caged it, isolating them from the stone statue standing with the sword from the outside world.

He took two steps forward, raised his head and looked at the stone statue's eyes: "I am the god of Kunlun Palace Mo River, come to see Bai Yuan."

I saw the stone statue burst into cracks, and I lowered my head and looked at Mo Chuan's face.

It hesitated for a long time, and only when its eyes fell on the sleeves of his clothes that were radiating faint light, it landed the stone sword in its hand into the cracks of the stones on the ground.

A dazzling golden light that soared into the sky marked the dragon vein that was heading to the Kunlun Abyss on the floating island in the sky, which had been opened.

Mo Chuan bowed respectfully, and with the breath of the dragon vein, he climbed his feet slightly, and walked up to the sky in three or two steps. He flashed along the golden road, and then looked up again, and it had already landed in the center of the floating island.

The sky here is a little deeper, and the view is endless. I look slightly and I can see the grand scenery of Kunlun Palace, but it is surprisingly simple.

On the small floating island, there is only a simple small courtyard, which looks like the farmyard described by mortals, with wooden fences and thatched roofs. Even Zhaoyue felt that Bai Yuan lived in was not very suitable for his identity that was different from ordinary people.

He is the shadow of the Emperor!

That is the unique existence in all the worlds and wildernesses, and the closest existence to God!

If you want to talk about strength, Zhaoyue is not afraid of the Heavenly Lord or Fu Chen. She can only spread her hands when facing the God of Bai Yuan. She sighed very realistically: "It may not be able to beat it."

This is actually easy to understand. Bai Yuan’s sword and the sword of the Emperor are the same trick and the same power. The only difference is that he does not have the power and cultivation of the Emperor, and he suffers a loss in hard power.

Mo Chuan looked around for a long time before he saw Bai Yuan in an inconspicuous corner of the small yard reading a book in white clothes.

It was a unique temperament, different from all the gods in the world. He leaned there like a scholar, and a sense of elegance came from his bones.

When Mo Chuan lowered his head and walked under the fence door in the yard, he put down the book in his hand and glanced at Mo Chuan, but said nothing.

Then I saw Mo Chuan saluting respectfully: "The God of Bai Yuan."

"Are you here to find me to play chess today?"

Before Mo Chuan finished speaking, Bai Yuan's voice came slowly, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, and he didn't look at his direction, so he couldn't say anything else. Bai Yuan got up and walked into the room, holding an ancient and even slightly cracked chessboard, and stood in front of Mo Chuan.

Zhaoyue saw Mo Chuan's surprised expression from Bai Yuan's cold eyes.

Mo Chuan pursed his lips and responded: "That's right."

Zhaoyue takes a quarter of an hour, and playing chess is also a quarter of an hour.

Bai Yuan didn't say anything, holding the chessboard, walked past Mo Chuan. The moment he passed by and turned his back to him, Mo Chuan took out the moonlit flower that Zhaoyue turned into from his sleeve, and with a light wave, she floated out of the yard in the wind.

At that moment, she looked at Bai Yuan from the corner of her eyes and said lightly: "Long time no see."

The voice was so low that she could not hear it herself.

Bai Yuan's mouth curled up a little, then turned his head and looked down on Mo Chuan: "Please God on Mo Chuan."

Zhaoyue, who was gradually moving away in the wind, returned to her previous appearance in the plain behind the yard. She adjusted her clothes and felt a little moved.

Originally, she had not seen each other for more than 300,000 years, and she thought Bai Yuan might be very alert to her. Although Bai Yuan would never stop her from entering and leaving Kunlun Yuan because of the emperor's will, she could not guarantee that this person would forget her for a long time.

But looking at her just now, she not only didn't forget her, but she even knew her situation well.

She smiled faintly and walked deep into the plain, looked up slightly, and looked at the bright white whirlpool in the sky that was extremely difficult to detect. Many memories of the past appeared in front of her eyes.

The man was wearing golden clothes, with a tall crown and a majestic spirit. He stood against the light and turned towards her, without saying anything, protecting the young Zhaoyue in the world he controlled.

He called her, Yue'er.
Chapter completed!