His face was extremely ugly. When the owner of Chan Tower reported to him what happened in Baicao Town that day, he had a faint feeling that something seemed to have been ignored.
Regarding the news that Yueji had appeared in Baicao Town, only he and the Queen, the owner of Cicada Tower, and the surviving Cicada Tower spies could know.
And this matter, neither he nor the queen, nor the owner of Cicada Tower will reveal even half of it.
Jing Yi's trip to Baicao Town must have been informed by the spies from Cicada Tower.
That's right, something happened to the Cicada Tower spy who returned from Baicao Town!
One Hedao Realm powerhouse and three Void Return Realm powerhouses were all wiped out in this operation. Although it looked dangerous, according to Chanlou's style, there would never be any clues. , just returned empty-handed!
Even if you want to go back, you only need to send a few people to report the news.
But the real situation is that the sixteen people came back safe and sound, and they came back with nothing.
This is so abnormal!
What’s even more strange is that neither he nor the owner of Cicada Tower noticed anything strange!
With this thought in mind, he took a step forward and came to a magnificent mausoleum. This mausoleum was his ancestor.
He straightened his clothes, took a step forward, and bowed respectfully: "Kui Youzhi, see your majesty!"
boom!
Among the colorful lights, a lotus blossoms quietly.
And in the center of the blossoming lotus, sat a beautiful woman.
Cen Fangwo was wearing a gorgeous long dress, with a hairpin in her hair, and bowed respectfully.
"What's going on?" A slim woman slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were as clear as water, like black gems soaked in cold spring water, and her red lips parted slightly.
His voice was soft and sweet, like rain falling on a jade plate on a summer night.
Cen Fangwo's voice was low and he said: "Back to our ancestors, Qingyao Mountain was sealed by the Demon King. Qiao Ciguang, the current crown prince, the fourth princess, the disciples of Han An Sword Sect, and the Taoist Master of Jiuyi Mountain were all sealed in I want to live in the mountains, but I still hope that my ancestor will make the decision!"
The ancestor pondered for a moment and said: "Although this is a danger for the child, it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that needs to be grasped by the child himself."
"Otherwise, you will destroy your future."
"They're just some juniors, they're not old enough for the emperor to take action."
"Since he is here in person, there must be something important."
"I'll go over right away and check it out."
After saying this, she seemed to feel something, turned back suddenly, and looked in the direction of Qingyao Mountain.
Heavenly calamity.
boom!
At the same time, whether it was Jiuyi Mountain, the Han'an Sword Sect, or the ancestors of Yanxi City, they all felt the connection and looked towards Qingyao Mountain.
boom!
Deep in the desert.
Darkness surged, and whispers came and went.
Dense and moist vegetation grew unbridled in the dark night, hiding every grasshopper.
That beautiful figure was walking with its hands behind its hands. Wherever it passed, no insects dared to approach, let alone get close.
The immortal raised his head casually and glanced at Qingyao Mountain.
Heavenly calamity is a heavenly calamity.
In his opinion, calamity clouds of this level are extremely rare. If the foundation of the calamity-crossing person is not stable, he will not be able to sustain it for too long.
Suddenly, he frowned and felt something was wrong.
However, he observed for a long time and found nothing unusual.
He slowly looked away, drawing his attention away from the matter.
Immortals and mortals are two different concepts.
This time, he came to this world to deal with the seal of the fallen immortal, and also to find the person who destroyed it.
No matter how special this Dao tribulation is, it is not under his control...
boom!
Biyun Peak.
A deserted valley.
The clouds were thick, like a vast ocean, with no end in sight.
In the dark clouds, thunder roared, and the thunder roared like a roaring wind.
An incomparable divine power filled the air.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and lightning as huge as a huge mountain struck down.
Bang bang bang!!
Everything in the valley was shaking, thunder and lightning tore through the sky, and white light enveloped everything.
A burning smell filled the air, dust flew into the sky, and the ground for thousands of kilometers in radius was burned into layers of glass.
"What's going on?" All the monsters in Qingyao Mountain were ready to move.
"Thunder!" he shouted.
"How could there be such a terrifying thunder disaster?"
The conversation between the two did not last long before it was drowned by thunder.
The big monsters who were closer to the calamity felt their ears rumbling and felt dizzy. But in the next moment, a huge amount of magic power surged out, forcibly breaking through the thick calamity.
All those affected by the Heavenly Tribulation disappeared in an instant, leaving only the roar of the Tribulation Thunder.
It was the Demon Emperor's own hands that transferred all the great demons within the scope of the thunder tribulation.
Bang bang bang...
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Bang bang bang...
In an instant, there was lightning and thunder in the void, and the harsh thunder resounded through the void continuously. Zhan Wuji's entire body was drowned by the lightning that was like a whale wave.
Purple and green light bloomed in the void, destroying everything.
In a deserted land, there is a small city.
The rain fell in torrents.
The red door was closed tightly, and the huge mansion looked like a monster.
Wow!
A thunderbolt sounded in the sky, and the entire manor trembled.
In a secluded courtyard, a young man wearing tattered robes suddenly opened his eyes.
He huffed and covered his forehead with his hands, feeling a splitting headache. It was like a long dream. When I woke up, I could no longer remember what happened.
At this moment, he felt that there seemed to be an anger in his chest that had nowhere to vent, which made him very uncomfortable.
The young man stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and got off the bed. He saw that the room was large but the furnishings were simple.
The tables, chairs, benches, beds, curtains, etc. are all old, and some have lost their paint, but you can still vaguely see the exquisiteness of the time.
This is where?
The young man's brows frowned slightly. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was...
Moreover, he couldn't even remember his own name.
Click!
At this moment, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a young woman wearing a maid's costume walked in from the door.
As soon as she saw the person coming, she immediately said: "Qi Shao, please get up. The master is waiting for you in the main hall."
The young man's emotions gradually calmed down, and he moved his mouth, wanting to ask the maid in front of him, but when the words reached his lips, he could not say a word.
However, the next moment, the maid seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask, and said calmly: "This is the Zhan family of Luquan City."
"This seventh young master is called Zhan Wuji!"
