What interested him more than the life and death of Lingying was the letter.

"Does Chen Qiu, the disobedient mortal who imprisoned the soul of the East Spirit, also come to Qilu to join in this fun and witness the descending of the spiritual realm with his own eyes?"

The immortal stood up.

He looked down and saw that in the night, those hardworking people like ants were still busy. Most of the spiritual arrays in the city were gathered together.

"Okay, it's such a lively scene."

The Immortal Lord whispered:

"If such a stubborn mortal wants to fall into the trap, I will also save myself from searching everywhere. Before the ancestor wakes up, he will chew off the last hard bone and skin, which is also a great achievement.

After he was apart, we would let us gallop in this world, descending from Qilu, and spreading to the earth with the aura of immortal spirit. We should welcome the ancestor back, and we will be happy!”

At this point, Hongchen Jun stopped and looked at the slender figure standing in the shadow behind him.

He said:

"I use the "Red Dust Introduction" to see the past, and I know that you have a relative who is dying at Shen Qiu's hands. You and Chen Qiu still have some grudges. I want to sit in the East Enchantment Spirit Formation to summon spiritual energy.

Why not this time, you will come to me Penglai to get rid of this Liao?”

There was no answer behind him.

This silence made Hongchen Jun a little dissatisfied, and he felt that he was ignored.

He thought about it and said:

"The son awakened his father, but the father wanted to save his son.

I didn’t have such unforgettable family affection back then. I vaguely remember that when I was born, I was an orphan without fathers and mothers.

I was very moved when I saw Mr. Lu and his son, father and son, and I knew what you were thinking, it would be better to do this. If you bring Chen Qiu's head, I will help you or your Lu Guizang to cultivate into the body of the Yin God.

In this spiritual realm, you can walk and live like ordinary people without a body.

In this way, your father and son can be reunited.

Look, Mr. Lu, you have lost your eldest son, and you can't even lose your younger son, right? If I remember correctly, you should have a well-behaved daughter?"

"bass"

With a sound of sword, the Xuansnake sword lit up in the darkness, and the faint light flashed like a flash, and it pressed the sharp blade in front of the Hongchen Lord.

The figure holding the sword stood under the moonlight, just in the darkness of light, revealing half of his face and a dull and unconscious eye.

"No, touch her!"

A hoarse, double-tongued voice rang at the edge of this wooden building.

The Xuansnake sword is full of gloomy murderous aura.

But the King of Hongchen was not annoyed or afraid at all.

He reached out and bounced the spirit sword in front of him, saying:

"If you kill me, I have hundreds or thousands of spares.

I dare to descend to the spiritual realm here, and I am sure that I will win this battle. If you cut me down, you will cut off your last retreat.

All these ordinary people are like Zhang Chu, with bad habits. I have to say so brightly and do things so easily before I know the depth and fear.

Don't worry, I have no interest in that Lu Yuniang."

Hongchen Jun waved his hand and said:

"I want a yellow-haired girl to do something. If Mr. Lu is helping me, the expert on the Tianlist, it will be of some value to me."

"Go, go do things."

"What I promise you will give you. The tomorrow I look forward to will come."

"You, me, everyone"

Hongchen Jun smiled softly and said:

“There will be a bright future.”

The sword-holder took his sword back, stepped on the stairs, and walked down the wooden building. As the darkness swept little by little, Hongchenjun in armor stood under the moonlight in the eaves. He closed his eyes and raised his hands.

It's like playing a musical instrument, with ten fingers moving gently, as if pulling invisible threads, or as if sensing the information that is invisible from the darkness of the night.

In the Nanjun camp, nearly a hundred people opened their eyes at the same time, and then fell asleep in the next moment.

Near Dongying, in the wilderness, in the tent where the people of Jianghu were resting, Qi Mei sat up and smiled in the dark night. While reaching out to push away her clothes, she walked towards the bearded Yang Fu.

Outside the harbor, above the sea, a group of people also walked out of the deck in an orderly manner on the large ships of the Japanese fleet and exchanged defenses with their companions.

The movements were neat and hundreds of people were moving together, just like one person.

Further apart, in the Yanjing Imperial City, a soldier standing guard in front of the Yangxin Hall suddenly turned around and looked at the hall, stroked his fingers on the hilt of the knife, but the next moment, he put it back beside him.

farther

It's gone further.

Alas, the world magic that once could cross thousands of mountains and rivers, transform into tens of millions, and control all spirits, now has the greatest range of functions that is only more than 500 miles.

You can just reach the Yanjing line. Going further away, it is like you are unable to break through the world.

The King of Hongchen regretfully retracted his spiritual consciousness and looked at the Yue above his head.

Forget it.

With so many thought containers, it is enough to control the key points everywhere. Just wait for the spiritual realm to descend and the magical powers of immortals will be restored. The entire Qilu and the entire world will be under their control.

A new era.

The era that belongs to them is coming, which has been destroyed in the past but will eventually reappear in the near future.

"The name of that era"

Hongchen Jun reached into the moonlight, his fingers tightly clasped, as if he wanted to hold the moon into his hand.

He murmured to himself, looking at the moon arc above his head obsessively.

He said:
Chapter completed!