There is the place where the Emperor was born, the core of the four seas, the eight wildernesses, the junction of the other three thousand planes.

If the creatures on earth gradually realize the Tao and become immortals and gods in a long and peaceful time, then the ancient emperor would be different. He was a great god born from Kunlun Void at the beginning of chaos and when heaven and earth were divided. From the beginning of spiritual consciousness, he was the supreme existence in this world.

This is why he had a long time to live in the Kunlun Palace in the ancient times with Zhaoyue, who was still young.

If time is a long river, then Zhaoyue’s memory goes up along this river, and the origin of this river has gradually become blurred.

What kind of chance and bond was the first thing that Zhaoyue saw since she had remembered was the ancient emperor standing with her hands behind her back, facing a silhouette of the rising sun.

It is impossible to find out whether it is fate of destiny or long stories, and no one knows where the original one was.

Focusing on the present is what Zhao Yue is most prioritized now.

But Mo Chuan, this man who didn't know whether he was standing on the opposite side or by his own camp, really made her feel a little regretful at this time.

I regret that I shouldn't have disclosed so early that I was going to Kunlunyuan. Even if I test him, I shouldn't have given him a real destination in this way.

If he is really an enemy and an opponent, it is obvious that this person should be equally difficult to deal with as Fusang.

So sensitive, and because she is far away from the Ninth Heaven, it is easier to monitor her every move, which is hard to defend against.

She lowered her head slightly, looked at the bluestone pavement, and looked at the sky with some melancholy.

Originally, in her plan, she lived with Ye Ming and others in the Huanhua Pavilion in Yuehai. After spending a long and boring thirty years, she could once again see the ancient emperor who returned from the tribulation. Then, the country was as usual, and everything was as quiet and beautiful as before.

But I didn't expect that this would happen, and I would become the one who had to stand in front of all the worlds and the backbone of the world.

Zhao Yue sighed, always feeling that he could have been quiet and peaceful, but now he is like a scheming fox, thinking about the involvement of every move, and the vast world.

Just thinking about it makes me feel heavy.

In the small courtyard of Kunlun Palace, the ginseng fruit tree stood barely in the yard, and Fu Chen, who is sitting on its thick trunk, is particularly abrupt. Mo Chuan had already returned earlier and sat at the table in the side room, not knowing what he was looking at.

As soon as Zhaoyue stepped into the yard, she felt that the temperature in the yard was significantly lower than several degrees. She subconsciously grinned and tightened the fox fur on her body.

He raised his head, looked at Fu Chen sitting cross-legged, and frowned: "What are you doing when you sit there in broad daylight?"

Fu Chen gave her a look from top to bottom and snorted coldly: "I want to see who is so bold. The Elders' Courtyard has been compensated and guarded this small courtyard."

Zhao Yue laughed dryly, lowered her head and sat on the stone bench under the tree. She glanced at the crack in the door of the side room with emotion, and lowered her voice: "Before I went to Taiji Temple, I met the god of Mo Chuan. He said that the ancestor had given the Heavenly Lord a round and wanted to hold a banquet for you to celebrate."

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the woman sitting at the stone table: "The ministers of the Heavenly Clan are not all fools, so it's nothing strange to be seen through."

"Have you seen through it?" Zhao Yue was a little incredible, raised her head and looked at the people on the tree.

Fu Chen savored the idiot question she asked, frowned and faced her surprised gaze, as if he was looking at a fool, and was even more surprised than Zhao Yue: "Do you think I see through it?"

She answered seriously: "Well, I don't think you don't."

Fu Chen opened his mouth wide and no sound came out for a long time.

"So we need to stay here for ten days." Her fingertips gently tapped on the stone table, "When it comes to business, I think the Nine Heavens will not be taken out so easily, but compared to this, I am more worried about the seven-star dagger on her body, which is not a good thing. It has been more than 600 years since she calculated it. It is hard to say what your master's immortal body is now contaminated by the curse of the demon clan."

She looked up at the boy in the tree: "You have to be mentally prepared first."

Fu Chen didn't speak or move.

Zhao Yue knew that he felt a little uncomfortable and sighed: "If the Nine Heavens were not handed over, I can only tell the truth and tell the truth about the purpose of the demon clan we are currently guessing. Although Fusang's means of ascending to the position of the Heavenly Lord are not glorious, he should not be a fool, and the interests should be very clear."

"Who do you think the demon clan is going to resurrect?"

Fu Chen's voice was very heavy, neither fast nor slow, and it hit the vital point.

Zhao Yue thought for a moment and slowly uttered two words: "Demon King."

At the Battle of the Wasteland, Huangquan lost his body and spirit tools, and it is said that it is impossible to be resurrected.

However, the spiritual consciousness of the demon clan is different from other clans in the world. If the method is used the same as that of the Fox Emperor resurrecting Fu Chen, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not come to the world again.

Fu Chen hugged his hands with his chest and pondered: "Tell Mo Chuan these things first."

After saying that, he looked up at the door of the side room: "The world is righteousness, and the etiquette of the king and the ministers, let him consider it by himself."

Zhao Yue pursed her lips, didn't say anything, but nodded lightly.

In Kunlun Palace, except for being able to trust the ancestor Hongjun, anyone is unfamiliar to Zhaoyue, but Fuchen is different. Apart from the Nine Heavens, the one he is most familiar with is Kunlun Palace. If he says this, there must be a need to do so.

She looked at the ground in front of her and sighed.

At this time, in the opposite direction of the demon clan Buluoyuan's mansion, Liang Sisi's hand was a red letter. She was shocked and her whole body was trembling slightly, looking at Xiang Yulin standing at the door with his back against the door frame.

His face was full of disbelief, and he raised his hand and patted his chest several times: "This Heavenly Lord is too bullying! He actually took away the blood from his sister's forehead."

On the other side, sitting on the Eight Immortals Chair, looking at the tea cup in his hand, Xiang Zhiming, the general of the demon clan who had been blindfolded, snorted coldly: "You girl listened to my advice back then. How good is you to be a demon queen, and you won't be like this now."

"Oh, don't complain, hurry up and think of a way!" Liang Sisi put the letter on the table and looked at Xiang Zhiming with some reproach.

He saw him put down the teacup in his hand and thought for a little bit: "For the sake of the present, he was the only way to let her take the child and find a way to slip back from the ninth heaven's nose."

But when Xiang Yulin leaned against the door frame, he sneered: "It's easy to say. That child is now the prince of the Tian Clan. If he is so arrogant, can he bring him to Buluoyuan?"

General Xiang Zhiming looked at his side face and pondered for a long time: "It doesn't matter if she can't bring it back. Let's think of a way to steal someone's immortal body from Kunlun Palace."

He looked at Xiang Yulin and his lips curled up slightly.
Chapter completed!