This time, Chi Yan tried to chase but was unable to do so.
Di's strength is indeed superior to him. For the past three thousand years, he has practiced hard to make himself stronger.
He originally thought that he was strong enough to compete with the Holy Lord Zhan Xintang, but suddenly Di Chui, who seemed like an enemy but not an enemy, seemed like a friend but not a friend, suddenly appeared, making him see the truth clearly.
Di probably didn't lie to him, so... his three thousand years of skill compared with Zhan Xintang's, is no different than throwing an egg against a rock, with no chance of winning.
"flame!"
From behind, Yun Yue flew towards him in a hurry. When he turned around, Yun Yue had already thrown herself into his arms.
Chi Yan in the sky was distracted, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was thrown to the ground by Yun Yue.
"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Seeing Chi Yan being thrown to the ground by her, Yun Yue's heart tightened and she quickly checked his injuries. The next moment, she was held tightly in Chi Yan's arms.
Lying on Chi Yan's chest, Yun Yue still asked uneasily: "Yan, are you okay?"
"It's okay...let me hug you." Chi Yan said dullly.
Being hugged tightly by Chi Yan, the uneasiness in Yun Yue's heart gradually expanded.
Propping up her head and holding Chi Yan's face with both hands, Yun Yue asked distressedly: "What's wrong? Can you tell me?"
Looking at Yun Yue's face that he never got tired of looking at, Chi Yan suddenly felt a deep sense of frustration.
What exactly did he do three years ago?
Recalling Yun Yue's tear-stained face in the memory fragment, Chi Yan's heart felt as if someone was carving it with a knife, and the pain was unbearable.
What should he do? How can he save his life and be with his Yueer forever?
"Chi Yan, speak!"
Seeing Chi Yan distressed alone, Yun Yue felt unbearable and extremely anxious.
Chi Yan picked up Yun Yue and said with a smile: "Let's talk about it when we get back, it's too dangerous here." After that, he hugged Yun Yue and flew away.
Not long after the two left, a man in purple robes appeared in the sky riding a white three-headed lion. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the place where lightning and thunder had just occurred.
Looking at the empty land, the man in purple wrinkled his beautiful eyes slightly.
Not long after, eight people in blue robes followed.
"See the Holy Lord!" Eight people paid homage to the purple-robed man in the air.
These eight people are all handsome men and beautiful women. Although the youngest ones are over a hundred years old, age is no longer a problem for them. Because following the Holy Lord, they have already left their mortal bodies and become immortals.
Yes, these eight are the blue-robed Supreme Elders of the Holy Palace. And the purple-robed man they paid homage to is Zhan Xintang, the Holy Lord of the Holy Palace.
"Go back, he has already left." Zhan Xintang opened his thin lips lightly, but his voice was rich and deep. He truly sounded like a god coming to the world.
"Yes." After the eight blue-robed Supreme Elders greeted them respectfully, they turned around and prepared to leave.
"Xiaoxiao, you stay."
The only woman among the eight blue-robed Supreme Elders was quite surprised, and then she responded with joy, "Yes, Holy Master."
The woman named Xiaoxiao looked at the man sitting on the three-headed lion in front of her with admiration and stood behind him respectfully.
This was her mentor, and the only man she admired and admired in this life. Unfortunately, he was too arrogant and his eyes could never stay here.