When Fan Wujiu's body disappeared into the space of the fairy world, Xuanyuan Potian, who was far away on the Cangxi land, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

That feeling was like the god of death blowing in his ears, making people feel frightened and their backs were chilling.

He knew in his heart that something must have happened.

Xuanyuan Potian was bathing, but his space magic weapon was still carried with him. Light flashed in his hand and a sound transmission stone appeared in his hand.

When taking a bath, Xuanyuan Potian disliked being disturbed the most, but at this time he wanted to know what was going on.

The voice transmission stone just appeared in his hand and began to shake wildly. Xuanyuan Potian frowned. Who sent so many messages to himself?

As the immortal consciousness penetrated, Fan Wujiu's panicked and terrified voice sounded:

"Xuanyuan Potian, something happened, something happened!"

"Yan Ning broke through in the battle, and now his strength is comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor. King Yama has died. I finally escaped back to Youzhou Underworld. Please help me quickly and think of a solution!"

"No, that guy chased after him, he was going to kill him!"

"Xuanyuan Potian, you dog, what a thing, please reply quickly!"

Fan Wujiu's tone went from shock to helplessness to the final despair. A voice transmission was more than a voice transmission panic. These sounds fell into Xuanyuan Potian's ears and became the music that Xuanyuan Potian least wanted to hear.

"The Realm of the Immortal Emperor..."

Xuanyuan Potian lowered his head and held the edge of the bathtub with one hand. Suddenly, he exerted force suddenly, and the sound transmission stone in his hand instantly turned into white powder!

"How is that possible, this kid..."

Xuanyuan Potian's body couldn't help but tremble. He could not accept the news that Fan Wujiu sent to him, and could not even believe the reality that King Yama was dead.

What made him even more frightened was Yan Ning's strength beyond the realm of the Immortal Emperor!

You know, Xuanyuan Potian is just the peak realm of the Immortal Emperor!

He tried his best to practice hard all day long, even sacrificing his daughter's life in order to just break through to the realm of the Immortal Emperor, but Yan Ning did nothing, and unknowingly, he had surpassed him...

"I don't believe it!!!"

Xuanyuan Potian couldn't help but roar, the hot water in the bathtub boiled instantly, and the whole room became misty!

He did not return any news to Fan Wushu because he knew that Fan Wushu was dead and Yan Ning had arrived at the underworld of Youzhou.

In the previous life, Yang Yun was forced into the samsara by them. Venerable Fengdu did not reward King Yama on his merits, but instead regarded it as not happening. This is enough to show that Venerable Fengdu actually valued Yang Yun very much in his heart.

It was only under the pressure of the human race that the Venerable Fengdu had to sacrifice Yang Yun to maintain the relationship between the human and ghost races.

This time, Yang Yun's reincarnation returned to the underworld of Youzhou and killed King Yama, causing a vacancy in the northern part of the underworld of Youzhou. It is conceivable what attitude the Venerable Fengdu would treat Yan Ning.

Xuanyuan Potian knew that he could not continue to sit still and wait for death.

He had to do something, otherwise it wouldn't take long before that guy Yan Ning would burn on the fuse to a ball of flame, sooner or later, he would be affected by Xuanyuan Potian.

In the misty room, the door was pushed open, and a blurry figure slowly walked in, hugged Xuanyuan Potian's body from the back, and asked gently: "Xuanyuan, why did you get so angry?"

Xuanyuan Potian said in a deep voice: "Xiaoqing, our plan is probably ahead of schedule."

...

The Lord Qiongguang was in a mess. Yan Ning opened his eyes. In fact, it didn’t take long.

Turning back, Fang Shitian was pressed against the noble Qiongguang, Yan Ning smiled and said, "Old guy, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Fang Shitian was both angry and funny: "Boy, it's almost ten years later, why are you still looking like a careless person?"

"Master, it's only seven years," Yan Ning reminded, "But I don't think you've grown old, you're still the same."

"Stop talking nonsense, move out from under the broken thing of this master!"

Yan Ning smiled and called Li Hongtian over. The two of them worked together to easily move Qiguang Pavilion. Miao Dabao held one of the legs of Fang Shitian and dragged him out of Qiguang Pavilion.

“It’s great to feel free.”

The body of the alchemist was floating in the air, and his eyes were revitalized.

"The outside world is better, I'll take you out and have a look."

Yan Ning carried the alchemy sky on his back. His soul was much stronger than Yan Ning imagined. He was just being pressed on the Grandpa Qiong for too long, so he was unable to move for a while.

"Good disciple."

The alchemist didn’t know what to say.

Although the master and apprentice's tone was relaxed and what they said just now was not serious, but when he felt Yan Ning's obviously broadened back, Fang Shitian also knew that Yan Ning must have experienced a lot of things over the years.

Although Fang Shitian did not fully understand the relationship between this from the human world to the immortal world, he also knew that it was definitely not easy.

With the skills he taught Yan Ning, Yan Ning could actually make Yan Ning live a very prosperous life in the human world, but Yan Ning still appeared in the fairy world to save him, the master who had only helped Yan Ning for a year.

Countless words choked in his throat, and Fang Shitian lay on Yan Ning's back and followed him away from the cage that had been imprisoned for seven years.

Walking out of the spiral stairs, Qiongguang Pavilion appeared in front of everyone, but Yan Ning did not stop, but led them forward.

Walking outside the Qiguang Pavilion, Yan Ning finally stopped. He gently put down the Fang Shitian, for fear that if he accidentally hurts the soul of Fang Shitian.

Fang Shitian smiled bitterly and said, "Boy, I'm not so fragile yet. I'm not the kind of old man who steps into the coffin with one foot."

"You are indeed not an old man, you are an old ghost who has been dead for many years." Yan Ning quipped.

Putting down the Fang Shitian, Yan Ning's eyes turned to the front. At this moment, under the stairs of Qiongguang Pavilion, more than 3,000 ghost soldiers were standing. In addition to them, there were also many prisoners they had just captured kneeling under the stairs.

Fang Shitian followed Yan Ning's gaze and was immediately frightened by this scene: "Yan Ning, are these people here to catch you?"

Miao Dabao smiled and said, "Master Fang, don't worry, these people are not here to capture us, on the contrary... they are all our people!"

"What……?"

Fang Shitian obviously couldn't believe it. At this time, he seemed to be a country man who had never seen the world.

"These ghost tribesmen once belonged to me," Yan Ning said with a smile, "Master, you know my identity in my previous life, and you also know why these ghost tribesmen belonged to me, right?"

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It's four o'clock in the morning now, and I really can't rest with peace of mind, so I got up and wrote two chapters. I just wanted to prove... I'm really not lazy...

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