It's better to let them celebrate the victory happily and know nothing about the best than to let everyone follow the fear, hope after despair and despair again after hope. Just stepped into the door of the sky, Mu Yan felt a flower in front of her eyes. She was stunned by the sight in her eyes, with a trance on her face. This is a place she is very familiar with. She is familiar with thousands of days and nights in the past. She can see it when she closes her eyes anytime and anywhere. You can't see the edge of the grass. The wind gently blows across the grass, rippling. In the distance is a galaxy of stars. In the middle of the grass stands a tower rising into the clouds. It's not her magic organ. What's the space? Mu Yan micro frowned, complexion complex to the book tower. Under the book tower, the familiar red figure is standing there. A pair of Phoenix eyes slightly bent up, it seems to smile, and it seems to ridicule. The young man's face, which was originally made beautiful, was particularly charming at this moment“ Jun Muyan, I've been waiting for you here for a long time! Why are you here now? " Young voice is still transparent, rebellious. It's just like what he would say to her in the space of demon Qin day and night. Mu Yan's hand hanging on his side unconsciously clenched, and countless pictures flashed through his mind. When a young man got peeping spirit chess, she could not hide her joy. There is also the scene of those animals tormenting him again and again. If it is still tens of thousands of years ago, if the animals who tortured Qihuang are still alive. When she is the way of heaven, she will kill all the practitioners in the world, and no one will stay! Because these animals don't deserve to live! All the rubbish that had received the gift of Qihuang but betrayed him and turned a blind eye to his suffering and despair were not worthy of living. However, memory is only the past after all. Today, the rest of the mainland is just the wounded innocent. As the way of heaven, she can't watch these people die. But I don't know how to smooth the resentment and reluctance of Qihuang for hundreds of thousands of years. Silence spread between two people. Qihuang couldn't bear such an atmosphere. He slightly hooked his long hair and showed a sarcastic expression on his face: "Jun Muyan, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't you have anything to say to me?" Mu Yan took a deep breath and said, "you killed the seventh level ghost?" She didn't feel the existence of Emperor Ming Jue. But the virtual ring between the fingers also made her sure that the Emperor Ming Jue was still alive. Before that, who was the one who manipulated tongshenling to take the seventh level ghost? With a low smile, Qihuang sat down against the wall. The long black hair, like silk, flutters gently in the wind. He said with a smile: "in fact, what you want to ask is whether di mingjue is still alive, right? Do you want to ask me if I have done anything to him? It's natural to start, but now he's fusing with the gene of emperor Yongye. It's not so easy for me to kill him. " Mu Yan licked her lips and didn't speak, because she knew that Qihuang had a follow-up. Sure enough, the voice of youth Qingleng with a bit of sarcasm sounded again: "originally, he could not be moved, but who let him find his own death and kill the seventh level ghost in the process of gene fusion? Once he leaves the protection of tongshenling, his body and soul will be as fragile as a mole ant in my eyes. " Qihuang's slender white hand stretched out, five fingers moved slightly, and a ball of light blue appeared in his palm.