But the "friend" he mentioned surprised Liang Yan.

"The friends you are talking about, do you mean Nie Ziming and Xiang An?"

"Haha, does Leader Liang really think that we are the only four golden elixir monks in the entire Hades Prison?" Shou Wenshi smiled mysteriously and said: "There are many old immortals in the Hades Prison, but they have suppressed their cultivation in these years.

That’s all.”

After Liang Yan heard this, he suddenly thought of his uncle Gu Zhiyu who was trapped in the bamboo forest.

Shou Wenshi sighed again at this moment and said: "Actually, I am the one who wants to escape from Hell the most. After all, I have been trapped in the golden elixir stage for five hundred years. Seeing that the end is approaching, if I break through, I will die. If I don't, I will die.

Only by escaping from hell can you have a chance of survival."

Seeing his desolate expression, Liang Yan could more or less understand Shou Wenshi's mood at the moment.

Which cultivator is willing to sit down and die? What's more, in such an oppressive environment, he is forced to be unable to break through, and eventually reaches the end of his life.

"The Shou Alliance Leader's words today have solved the mystery that has troubled Liang for many years. I am really grateful. On the tenth day of next month, Liang will definitely attend the appointment on time!"

"good!"

Shou Wenshi's face lit up with joy, he stood up, held his fist in his arms and said, "On the tenth day of next month, we'll be waiting for you on Mount Ningluo!"

Liang Yan also stood up with a smile, returned the gift to him, and then watched the man make a gesture and fly away, turning into a white light and leaving the Galaxy Palace.

Not long after Shou Wenshi left, Liang Yan's expression gradually calmed down.

Without any delay, he turned around and flew towards the Alliance Leader's Ancestral Hall in Xinghe Palace.

After half a cup of tea, Liang Yan arrived at the door of a magnificent and magnificent palace.

The tablets of the previous alliance leaders of the Galaxy Palace are stored here. It is the most solemn place in the entire Flying Star Alliance. It is surrounded by formations to isolate it, and no one is allowed to get close to it.

Of course, this rule is for ordinary monks. As the leader of the Flying Star Alliance, Liang Yan naturally does not have to abide by it.

He directly pushed open the black door and walked towards the depths of the palace.

I saw more than twenty oil lamps floating in the air, with a name hanging below each lamp, and Meng Qibai was also among them.

But that was not what Liang Yan cared about. A blue aura emerged in his eyes and he glanced left and right in the silent hall.

After a moment, his eyes lit up and he walked to the back of the tablet.

There is a picture hanging there, which is full of stars, exactly like the flag of the Flying Star Alliance.

Liang Yan raised his hand and created a magic formula that blended into the picture. The next moment, he heard a deep sound and the wall behind the picture suddenly cracked, revealing a small intestine path.

An indescribably rich aura filled the air from this path.
Chapter completed!