Hearing an angry shout, a slender young man stood up with a slap on the table, his face extremely excited.

"Brother Liang, it was you who saved me in Wuzhuang Mountain, and now it's my turn to save you!"

"The demon-slaying order has arrived. Quickly mobilize all the people in Wanggui City to follow my father in the battle against Tiangong City!"

In Wushuang City.

Li Xiran, Bai Qingruo, Situ Kuangsheng, Cang Yueming and others sat together with serious expressions and sorrow on their brows.

"Master is imprisoned in Tiangong City. Now his life or death is uncertain. What should we do?" Bai Qingruo said with a sad expression.

"Needless to say, kill the Tiangong City and rescue the teacher!" Situ Kuangsheng answered without hesitation.

"Sage Nanxuan has issued the 'Devil Slaying Order'. By then, not only us, but everyone will besiege Tiangong City and wait for an opportunity to rescue the master!" Cang Yueming said solemnly.

Li Xiran shook his head: "After the war begins, millions of monks in Nanxuan have their own purposes. No one else can be relied on, and we have to rely on ourselves."

"Yes, when the time comes to enter Tiangong City, the four of us and the four swords will not be scattered. The goal is to rescue the teacher. Everything else can be put aside."

"Um"

Li Xiran nodded slightly and was about to say something more when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Four people and four swords. Is there one person missing?"

"Yes, where is Senior Sister?"

Everyone realized that Xiong Yue'er was not here!

Speaking of this stupid bear, he is usually taciturn and his cultivation level is not high. He basically has no sense of presence in front of these talented swordsmen, so this embarrassing thing happens when he finds out that the person is not there in the middle of the discussion.

Outside Wushuang City.

A winding river runs around the mountain like a jade belt. The water is crystal clear, and the sunlight shines on the river, making it sparkling, as if countless fine jade stones are shining.

By the river, a girl in a brown skirt with dark skin, tall and thin body and two round ears was walking unconsciously.

She looked lost and lost her mind, and she was still muttering to herself:

"It's over, it's over, the master has been arrested. It's over, it's over, the master has been arrested."

It was so hazy, like a walking zombie.

She didn't know how far she had walked when the girl suddenly woke up: "Ah, Xiong Yuer, what are you doing!"

"Master was caught, but he's not dead. You should go rescue him. Why are you wasting your time here!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart.

"Master is such a good person. It's so unfair that he was taken away not long after he and his wife were reunited!"

Tears welled up, and Xiong Yue'er couldn't bear it any longer, so she cried loudly by the river.

With tears in her eyes, she vaguely saw many messy footprints on the yellow sand ahead.

It's strange to say that despite the wind and waves blowing around, these footprints are not messy at all, as if they are deeply engraved on the ground and can never be erased.

Xiong Yue'er was attracted immediately.

While sobbing, she looked intently and saw that the footprints on the ground were messy and numerous, spreading in different directions.

For some reason, she was immersed in the lines of these footprints, sinking deeper and deeper into them, to the point where she couldn't extricate herself.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiong Yue'er took the first step without realizing it.

She stepped on the footprints she had chosen and walked forward step by step, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and gradually left the river bank and entered a dense forest.

Here, the footprints become sparse and sparse, leaving only the last line, leading to the base of a big tree.

There were still tears hanging from the corners of Xiong Yue'er's eyes. Suddenly she found that there were no footprints in front of her, so she couldn't help but raise her head and look forward.

I saw a haggard old monk standing under the lush tree.

Although the old monk looked scary, his smile was gentle. He was looking Xiong Yue'er up and down with undisguised approval in his eyes.

"Good boy, come here."

Antarctic Fairy Continent, in a dangerous secret realm.

Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun were sitting on a raised rock on the edge of the cliff, leaning against each other.

In the valley, there are countless colorful butterflies dancing in the wind, millions of them, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

"The sunset turns into a butterfly, I didn't expect that there is such a place in the world." Lin Shanjun leaned on Ah-Dai's shoulder and looked at the wonderful scenery in the valley. Unknowingly, he was crazy.

Dumb sighed: "In order to restore my cultivation, I practiced day and night, and rarely had time for the two of us. Now that the war is coming, I want to accompany you everywhere before the final battle."

"It goes without saying."

With Lin Shanjun's beautiful eyes, his voice was clear: "To me, as long as you are here, it is the same anywhere in the world."

Antarctic Fairy Continent, in a deep cave.

Wuxin made a hand seal with his hands and sat cross-legged. His purple clothes were stained red with blood.

In the darkness, her eyes were as bright as stars.
Chapter completed!