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It is another winter, the vast white snow dyed the whole land of Zhongzhou, everything in the mountains is withering, lost the color of the past.

Yu Mengting never returned. It has been several months.

Boom!

From the sky above the city of God, there was a loud sound, like thunder, which spread for hundreds of miles. Then, a sacred and thick light shot down from the high sky.

The breath of the most holy God fluctuates and extends in the sky of the city of God.

People raise their heads subconsciously.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"What a holy wave."

"Which direction? The direction of the holy palace... " After a brief discussion, it gradually quieted down.

Because at this moment, everyone saw a figure. She was wrapped in the light and looked extremely sacred. She had a long white dress, long hair, clothes, hunting, and fluttering in the wind

Far away from the earth, Yan subconsciously raised his head, and his heart was shocked.

In the direction of Daming Lake, Dong qianya also opened his eyes.

In the uninhabited mountain, Qin Meng, Huaiyang ion, Xia Xiaoxiao, Bai Long, etc. slowly come out and keep an eye on the direction of Shencheng.

Sacred, solemn, as if there is a God in the coming, amazing breath wave spread far and far.

Wood slightly open mouth: "what is that?"

Fang Xuexue came over with a dignified look and said to herself, "the goddess is going to recover."

She did not know that Li Yi had given Wen Yuqing a complete reincarnation method, nor did she know that Mozi had returned to the holy palace. However, she was very clear about one thing: the nine day Xuannu was going to revive, which was the awakening of memory.

Perhaps in the near future, that belongs to her memory, will replace the present memory, may not disappear, but can affect the real Wen Yuqing.

That is to say, she is no longer a warm rain sunny, but a high God's residence.

Yu Mengting was depressed: "brother Li."

Guanghua is more and more prosperous, almost shining half of Zhongzhou.

When the emperor, who was tens of thousands of miles away, saw this brilliance, he laughed, and immediately said coldly, "the Xuannu wakes up, damned Shitian..."

This amazing scene lasted for three days and three nights until the dawn of the fourth day began to dissipate.

The fifth day later, the master of Gushan came here. He was dressed in black and had a cloak. He was so low that he could hardly see his face. At the next moment, he raised his head to reveal a face full of wrinkles and a pair of turbid eyes.

He was staring at the wood.

Wood looked at him timidly.

Yu Mengting pushed the wood and whispered, "this is your grandfather. Hurry up."

Wood slightly open mouth, shyly called a: "grandfather..."

The holy master of solitary mountain came step by step, and his dim eyes showed a soft meaning. His shriveled hand touched the wooden head quietly and said in a slightly deep tone: "what's your name, child?"

He said, "wood."

The holy master of Gushan said with a smile, "what about your mother?"

Wood mouth: "mother at home."

Master, do you want to take a good place

Er

Wood wanted to refuse, after all, it was the first time to meet. He was a little nervous, but his words were stuck in his mouth. He looked at the master of Gushan stupidly and felt that he was a little pathetic. His smile revealed a deep sense of helplessness and vicissitudes.

He was tired.

Wood heart big shock, suddenly a kind of want to cry feeling, immediately, low voice said: "good."

The Lord of solitary mountain left here with him, facing the distant earth in front.

Qin Meng's line of sight was congealed: "that direction..."

Yu Mengting also said: "what does he want?"

That's not the direction of the holy city, not to mention the northern part of Gulu Island, but to the southern part of zhanzhou. If they have not guessed wrong, the master of Gushan should want to bring the wood back to the old Daliang Mountain.

So, what does he want to do?

Half a month later, there was a roar from the former site of the quicksand Dynasty. Then, a bloody figure rushed out of the pit. He looked like a devil with scarlet eyes.

Another roar, galloping in the direction of the city of God.

Ten days later, there was a terrible war in the holy city. Like a devil, he devoured hundreds of thousands of living creatures and frightened many powerful people.

No one dares to get close to him.

Qin Meng, Huaiyang ion, and others all came to watch the battle in the first place.

Unfortunately, he was soon suppressed.

Qin Meng whispered: "the emperor of Liusha Dynasty, I didn't expect that he was still alive."

Huaiyang ion shakes his head: "no, he is possessed."

At this time, Xia Xiaoxiao also opened his mouth: "a few months ago, in that war, did you feel the fluctuation of the devil's breath?"This is a heavy topic.

In fact, they also sensed that, and the breath of the devil was transmitted from Li Yi's battlefield. If there was no accident, it should have come from Li Yi's body.

Is he going to demonize?

Finally, I can't control myself.

This is the process that black swordsman must go through!

No one answers!

In a twinkling of an eye, the emperor was beheaded and died in the hands of a powerful man in the holy palace. Blood and butterflies flew and dyed the street red.

Qin Meng shook his head: "let's go!"

In a flash of time, it has been more than half a year since Li Yi left here. During this period of time, the holy palace and the holy city have been quiet, without any waves, and there is no news of looking for Li Yi.

It's a rare calm, but everyone knows it's also the serenity before the storm.

One day, Luoshui said sadly, "I have to go."

Yu Mengting nodded: "be careful all the way."

Bixuan Er can't help but open his mouth: "Li Yi, how can't that boy come back?"

Qin Meng whispered: "I feel that kind of depressed fluctuation, maybe soon, a new war is coming."

The wind and snow is finally about to pass, which represents the passing of winter. What meets the earth is its vitality.

On this day, a huge sound reverberated in the void, and then a huge void passage emerged, with continuous figures stepping in here, one by one emitting strong breath and fluctuation.

The leader of the Wen family came, and the Hao family was also among them. The leader was an elder of the Hao family. His face was yellow and his strength was unfathomable. He swept through the mountains coldly.

Qin Meng step out, clothes hunting, standing in the mountains, like a restrained sword, revealing a little edge.

Wen said: "goddess, please."

Qin Meng frowned, and the people behind him were awe inspiring, especially Yu Mengting. Their eyes became cold.

Huaiyang ion sneer: "let her come over."

The master of the Wen family was not angry. He said again: "the goddess of the holy palace is high, overlooking the world. She is in charge of the holy palace like a God. Her will is everything in the world."

Yu Mengting looked indifferent and said, "let her come."

The owner of the Wen family did not speak. For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole scene solidified, revealing a depressing fluctuation.