But Fusang probably didn't know that the two people standing in the hall were eager for him to take a trip in person.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be in vain for Mo Chuan to deliberately sell such a big flaw to Zhao Yue?

Even the ancestor Hongjun took a step aside without hesitation, lowered his head, waited for him to come down from the platform, and walked towards Kunlun Palace with his hands behind his back.

At the entrance of Yuqing Hall, Fusang thought a little, turned around and looked at Ning Yu who was limping on the ground, and his tone became much softer than before: "The immortal is in poor health recently, so he should copy the scriptures in Jingxin Hall next to Yaochi. "

After saying that, he glanced at the ancestor Hongjun and Mo Chuan and stepped out of the Yuqing Palace.

Mo Chuan was dissatisfied. Ning Yu threw away the face of the Heavenly Clan. He was just a small punishment like copying scriptures. In this way, wouldn’t everyone have the capital to monitor Zhaoyue in the future?

As if seeing through what he was thinking, Old Ancestor Hongjun raised his hand and stroked his beard, deliberately hit his chest with his elbow, and shook his head gently.

Mo Chuan knew what the ancestor meant. He took a deep breath, helped the ancestor Hongjun to raise the arms of the arm, followed behind Fusang, surrounded by a group of immortal officials, and landed in the square in front of the hall 800 meters square in Kunlun Palace.

Zhao Yue looked at a colorful shadow outside the hall and smacked her lips: "This Heavenly Lord is different. When you go out, the momentum is so huge."

After saying that, he turned his head with a point of view and looked at the quiet and steady gentle young man beside him: "Are you really seeing him like this?"

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile on his words: "Fusang is not a broken sleeve, Yue'er doesn't have to worry."

Worry... This is not what she is worried about!

Zhao Yue grinned, rolled her eyes at Fuchen, then turned around and walked out of the hall. She could almost imagine how surprised she could be when Fusang and his group saw Fuchen's appearance now.

As Fusang gets closer and closer to Taiji Hall, in the cold pond cave in the abyss 300 meters below Kunlun Palace, Huangquan and the sword blade towards Yulin are also getting closer and closer.

"This is really interesting. Is the demon clan really going to resurrect Ye Xiang?" Huang Quan chuckled and looked at Xiang Yulin's face. "It's too whimsical. This is an existence denied by the great gods."

He reflected the cold light on the blade towards Yulin, looking alertly at the extremely feminine and dragon-yang man in front of him: "Who are you?"

"Ha!" Huang Quan's smile became a little more, "You don't even know who I am, but you dare to draw your sword to face me?"

"I, the demon clan, have you ever been afraid of who?" Xiang Yulin's voice echoed in the cave, and layers of echoes were raised.

Huang Quan looked at his resolute appearance and suddenly turned his wrist, put away the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were locked tightly at the man in front of him: "It seems that the demon clan doesn't know that the master of Xuanyuan Sword has returned."

Xiang Yulin hesitated for a moment, without saying anything, and his eyes did not move away from Huang Quan. He saw him put his hands in his sleeves and looked around the ice cave with the body of the immortal on Chunyuan.

"I'm not talking about Prince Fuchen, I'm talking about the ancient emperor." He smiled and looked at Xiang Yulin with no expression at all, grabbing every look on his face in his eyes.

A strange silence spread between the two people. After a long time, Huang Quan laughed out loud: "It turns out that the demon clan not only does not know about the matter of Xuanyuan Sword Lord, but also does not know about the matter of the ancient emperor at all."

After saying that, he glanced at his eyes with some contempt: "I don't know anything, but I dare to come up like this and steal the immortal body of the god Chunyuan, which is interesting."

The man in front of him passed by Xiang Yulin's mind many times. He finally turned his wrist and took back the sword in his hand. He looked at the man in dark red clothes with caution: "Are you a moon clan?"

Huang Quan did not answer him, raised his hand, and a red red shore flower appeared in his palm along the rotation of his fingertips: "I am ordered to do it. Since I have encountered a demon clan who also wants to get the pure immortal body, that is to say, no matter where the immortal body is, the demon clan will probably dig three feet to the ground regardless of everything, right?"

He raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Yulin in front of him with a stern look.

Huang Quan was not asking, so naturally he didn't need to answer Yulin. He glanced at the bright red red shore flower that was rotating against the divine needle in his hand, and then suddenly closed his palm. The originally bone-cold cave suddenly burst out a cluster of flames, wrapping Chunyuan's immortal body: "If so, it will be ruined."

Huang Quan said lightly, and Xiang Yulin, who was in front of him, opened his eyes almost incredibly when he saw the sudden fire around him. The moment the sword was unsheathed, it fell on Huang Quan's hilt and was bounced away effortlessly by him.

The moment Huang Quan turned around, the blood-like flowers on the dark red outer shirt bloomed one after another, falling into his eyes towards Yulin, and his whole body tightened.

This is a scene he is very familiar with.

A hundred years ago, the man who fought with the Demon King at the Battle of the Wasteland and used a "Zhu Xian" sword technique to send the Demon King into a land of no return, was also like this dark red dress, and a bright red flower on the other side would bloom in a flash.

Xiang Yulin then realized that the feminine man standing in front of him turned out to be Huangquan, the Emperor of the Underworld.

It is an opponent he cannot defeat no matter what.

Huang Quan looked at the vigorous hellfire burning in front of him, glanced at Xiang Yulin's eyes as if he was smiling, and raised the sword high. The other end of the sword blade was Xiang Yulin's eyebrows. At that moment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he truly felt what death was close to him.

"You're ruthless." He almost gritted his teeth and three words popped out from his teeth.

Afterwards, his eyes turned and he suddenly threw something under his feet, causing a gust of dust in front of Huangquan. He took advantage of this opportunity to escape from the cave.

Huang Quan took the sword back into the scabbard, and smiled with his hands in his chest: "If you die, how can you bring the news of the ancient emperor back to the demon clan? How can you scare Ye Xiang's descendants?"

With smoke and dust scattered, a hellfire ignited from the underworld had already burned the ice cave to nothing left.

Even Chun Yuan's immortal body had turned into a piece of dust. Apart from the seven-star dagger inserted into her body lying quietly there, there was only a trace of white dust left.

Chunyuan's immortal body is not important to Huang Quan. Her spiritual consciousness is always in his Yama Hall and is by his side. As for the immortal body, he and her have long no longer cared about it.

But this immortal body cannot fall into the hands of the demon clan no matter what.

If Ye Xiang comes to the world again, I don’t know what kind of storm will cause. Now Fu Chen has just obtained half of his spiritual power and is not a match for Taizu of the demon clan.

Huang Quan knew how strong that person was.

But most of the people who were able to fight with him now bear the great responsibilities of the world and can let go of the battle with him, only Fu Chen and Zhao Yue are left.
Chapter completed!