The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Back to the Jokhang Holy Land? Wouldn't you go to Wuyou City with me?" Yan Chuan frowned.

Mo Yuxi smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "I have to go back to Joao Sacred Land. I know you are worried that Daojun Uori will be disadvantageous to me. Don't worry, the Holy Lord has explained that he will not embarrass me. When you start the country, I It must be there!"

Looking at Mo Yuxi, Yan Chuan took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Yeah!"

"Qinglong and Bailong are following you, just in case!" Mo Yuxi immediately looked at Qinglong and Bailong.

With a slight smile, Yan Chuan shook his head and said: "No need! Let them protect you!"

"No, Qinglong and Bailong will follow you!" Mo Yuxi said stubbornly.

"In this way, Qinglong will follow me!" Yan Chuan said in the middle.

"Yeah!" Mo Yuxi nodded.

Watching Mo Yuxi leave, Yan Chuan felt lost and sighed slightly.

"Meow, Sister Mo is gone too!" Meow looked at Mo Yuxi reluctantly.

"Okay, I will see you again on the ninth day of September next year. You can find what you like in Julu City, and buy it quickly. We will leave in a few days!" Yan Chuan said to Meow.

Two days later, Qinglong brought Miaomiao and Yifeng back to Julu City and bought a lot of things.

As soon as everyone returned to the square of the Oriental Palace, they saw a man lying down on the square. There was a lot of broken clothes on the man's clothes, and he fell on the square of the Oriental Palace, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Huh? Someone?" Qinglong's expression changed.

"Meow, it's Jiu Jiansheng!" Meow shouted suddenly. Meow meow recognized it at a glance.

Jiu Jiansheng, a disciple of Dahe Zong Mo Wuhui, used to follow Yan Chuan into the Fengshui Formation, went to the Fengyao Mountains, and even competed for Wuyou City. The second generation disciple of Dahezong.

"Jiu Jiansheng?" Qinglong also recognized it.

Qinglong, Yifeng, and Miao Miao quickly surrounded them. Qinglong's hand rested on the vein of Jiujian.

"It's okay, just too tired!" Qinglong said.

As Qinglong spoke, Jiu Jiansheng was awakened suddenly.

Jiu Jian gave birth to a Ji Ling, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi? Meow? Senior Qinglong!" Jiu Jiansheng immediately recognized everyone.

"Jiu Jiansheng, what's the matter with you? How can you be so tired? How did you find this?" Yi Feng frowned.

Jiu Jiansheng's expression suddenly changed, and he said anxiously, "Where is the Master of the Peak? Where is the uncle?"

"Meow? Are you looking for Yan Chuan? He has gone out for something, but he will be back soon!" Meow said strangely.

"I want to see Master, I want to see Master!" Jiu Jiansheng exclaimed.

Anxiously, his figure softened, obviously too tired.

"You better rest, my king will be back soon!" Yi Feng comforted.

"Meow, what happened?" Meow was surprised.

Hundred Saints Righteous Altar.

Bai Sheng supports the goddess Zhichen, an empty piece of holy land.

Yan Chuan came to the goddess Zhichen alone.

Sighed slightly, holding three yellow roses in his hand!

Looking at a void position directly in front.

"Hehe, every day, I pay attention to Julu Mountain. If you haven't come out, you haven't come out yet!" Yan Chuan showed a wry smile.

In the Bright World, Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan in a picture, biting her lip with a complex expression.

Because every day, Yan Chuan would come here, would take a look, every time he came, he would not speak, but only worship the goddess Zhichen, and then looked at the entrance of the light world.

Although Yan Chuan didn't speak, Meng Rongrong knew that Yan Chuan came for himself.

Looking at Yan Chuan in the picture, Meng Rongrong didn't know what to say. Every day, Meng Rongrong would come to have a look.

Look at Yan Chuan, I want to forgive Yan Chuan, but I cannot forgive him.

Staring at Yan Chuan in the picture, today, Yan Chuan is different from the past. Today, Yan Chuan spoke and brought three yellow roses.

"I'm leaving, I can't wait for you, I can't say goodbye to you last, maybe you don't even know I've been here, haha!" Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.

Meng Rongrong bit her lip and stared at Yan Chuan in the picture blankly.

"Hey!" Yan Chuan sighed deeply, placing the three yellow roses in his hands at the entrance of the Light Realm.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Chuan was silent for a while at the entrance, turning around and leaving with a trace of loneliness.

Looking at the three yellow roses on the ground in the picture and the three yellow roses for herself, Meng Rongrong instantly understood the meaning of the three yellow roses. Two lines of tears slipped unconsciously. Suddenly choked and speechless!

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