As soon as these words came out, the other ghost cultivators all looked excited. Yan Po snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, what are you thinking? It was almost certain that my adoptive father died back then. If he was still alive, after so many years,

, why didn’t you go back to Huangquan Mountain? However, it can’t be completely determined. After all,

As long as there is a chance of my adoptive father being alive, we will welcome him back."

Speaking of this, a blurry shadow suddenly separated from Yan Po's body, and he left the Huangquan Mountain Formation in an instant.

The faces of many ghost cultivators changed slightly: "Emperor Yan Po, what are you..."

This phantom is obviously a projected clone of Yan Po.

Yan Po explained: "It is related to my adoptive father. Even if there is only a slight chance, I cannot let go. I will first separate a projection to find out the truth. It is right for you to heal your wounds quickly and recuperate."

"yes!"

A group of ghost cultivators immediately went back to heal their injuries.

Emperor Yan Po looked at the void in the distance, his face gloomy, his body swayed, and he suddenly disappeared, returning to the inside of Huangquan Mountain.

At this time, there is a hidden void a million miles away from here.

A dark figure suddenly appeared here, sneaky, it was the projection clone previously released by Emperor Yama.

I saw him carefully coming to the depths of this hidden void. At the end of the hidden void, a majestic figure stood here. I don't know how long he had been waiting here.

"grown ups."

Seeing this figure, Emperor Yan Po hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"You weren't noticed when you came, right?"

The figure turned around and revealed an extremely cold face. It was none other than Emperor Wuyue Ming. "No." Emperor Yan Po said hurriedly.
Chapter completed!