"That's right." Ling Chuxi nodded. The authorities were confused by the onlookers, but Ling Chuxi had not thought about this issue in detail. After Huangfu Qingjue mentioned it, she suddenly felt enlightened.
With Xia Yin Tianqi's behavior, if he knew the secret of Yuejia's Chaos Sky Fire, he would definitely use all his strength to get it. It would be impossible to send out only one subordinate, let alone delay it for so many years. After all, it is not an ordinary world.
It is fire, but the chaotic sky fire known as the source of spiritual fire.
"If I guess correctly, that person did not report the Chaos Sky Fire to Xia Yin Tianqi, but wanted to keep it for himself. Therefore, Xia Yin Tianqi will not be able to trace Qingyuan City for a while." It was Rendu.
Selfishly, as a cultivator, who doesn't want to reach the top, even a cheap guy like Zhuo Fanglin, let alone a person from heaven? Huangfu Qingjue's guess is not unreasonable.
"Judging from my past experience in the temple, although the divine envoys obey the orders of the temple, they still have a considerable degree of freedom. As long as it is not the hand gesture of the saint, no one can interfere with anything they do. Therefore, Xia Yin Tianqi simply cannot
I don’t know where he is this year, so we don’t need to bother ourselves.” Huangfu Qingjue added.
Since that person wanted to steal the Chaos Heavenly Fire, he would definitely not leak any information in front of Xia Yin Tianqi.
Ling Chuxi finally felt relieved. Don't forget, Huangfu Qingjue was the temple's envoy before. Although he was an impostor, he was very clear about Shen Gao's behavior. Xia Yin Tianqi came to Tianyu to create the Six Paths, and changed
It's a name, but it's not much different from the previous temple. It's just as mysterious and mysterious.
"Okay, you should take a good rest. Your consciousness still needs to be cultivated. When the Ten Thousand Pills Festival comes, maybe we can find a magic elixir or recipe to repair your consciousness, and then everything will be fine." Huangfu Qingjue hugged him.
Ling Chuxi patted Ling Chuxi's back gently and said with concern and worry.
"Yes." The carriage was galloping, with some bumps, but lying in Huangfu Qingjue's broad and strong arms, Ling Chuxi felt more solid and stable than ever before, and fell into a deep sleep.
Huangfu Qingjue imposed a ban, and although the sound of hoofbeats could be heard outside the car, the inside was peaceful and full of warmth.
Looking at Ling Chuxi's beautiful face and comfortable eyebrows, Huangfu Qingjue leaned down and kissed her quietly, his smile full of pity.
In her sleep, Ling Chuxi also had a slight smile on her face.
At the same time, Fan Xingran and others also left Qingyuan City and rushed in the other direction.
"Master Deacon, how are your injuries? Do you want one of my subordinates to take a look at it for you?" one of his subordinates said to Fan Xingran.
"How can you not see the extent of my injury? How else can you see?" Fan Xingran pointed at his pig's head and cursed angrily, "Just now, everyone was standing there like wooden stakes, motionless and looking.
I was beaten, but now I act like a good person."
"Sir, it's not that we don't want to take action. In fact, Ling Chuxi's strength is too strong. Even Lord Wu can't resist the power of her sword. If we go up, won't we die?" One of the men said with a grimace.
He felt a little ashamed, but he was ashamed. If he had to choose again, he still wouldn't do it.
"So you just watch me die, right?" Fan Xingran glared at the man and said.