When the Sword Immortal Qingyun Sect was destroyed, the child was just three years old and was hidden in the secret room by Luo Yao, and survived.

Zhaoyue was worried now. Whether this matter should be told to Mo Chuan's god or not has become a knot in her heart.

The eleven gods in this world who protect the world and the world have a life-and-death relationship with each other. Although Luo Yao has been in power for thousands of years, she is a life-and-death companion who once fought with Mo Chuan.

Zhao Yue calmly put the letter in her Qiankun bag, frowned slightly, and a slightly solemn look faintly on her cheeks.

In addition to this letter about Luo Chen's life experience, there is also a letter sent by Ye Ming from the Dark Crow from Huangquan.

On the letter paper with the smell of sandalwood, Ye Ming's free and easy words were vividly displayed on the paper. Zhao Yue looked up and glanced at Mo Chuan: "I can't avoid this feast of the heavenly clan this year?"

The feast of the eight directions, a major event in the Tian Clan once a year, invites representatives of the immortal sects from all over the world and the eight deserts, and holds the banner of mutual exchanges and communication, and actually wins over the small immortal sect and intimidates the great immortal sect.

Logically speaking, such a banquet is held every year at the Yuqing Hall on the Nine Heavens. However, according to Ye Ming's letter just now, the place given in the invitation to the Heavenly Lord this year was actually held in the Kunlun Palace north of the Northern Desert. Zhao Yue looked for various excuses not to attend, and this time it was obviously not so good.

Now in all directions, no one knows that Gu Yuezun herself is in Kunlun Palace. She also took her closed disciple to sweep all the disciples who participated in the ranking competition in Kunlun Palace with her own strength, creating a new history of Kunlun Palace, and making the ancestor Hongjun and the ancestor look ruined.

Zhao Yue glanced at Mo Chuan's eyes slightly and looked at him with a smile, with a slight scent of teasing.

The man in front of him smiled faintly and said, "It seems that my opinion has been adopted by the Lord."

When Zhao Yue heard him say this, he was not surprised and frowned and smiled bitterly: "The Supreme God is really a good game of chess. I have never been good at dealing with such occasions. I am inclined to be inclined to be inclined and flattering. I am afraid that this Feng Shui treasure land that has been clear and clear since the beginning of the prehistoric world."

But he saw him lower his head, his eyebrows and eyes drooping, and he pondered: "Damnation is good fortune, don't Yue Zun think this is a good opportunity? Don't you think the more dangerous it is, the safer it is?"

Zhaoyue didn't answer his words and looked at his face with interest.

It was not until Fu Chen reached out and grabbed one of the fox steamed buns made by Mo Chuan on the table, broke them in half, and stuffed them into his mouth with displeasure, that he finally interrupted Zhao Yue's mysterious gaze.

Looking at his inexplicable angry expression, Zhao Yue frowned strangely at his cheek and grinned: "Don't you don't like eating these things?"

I saw the fox-eared boy slightly annoyed, gave her a look, and said nothing.

At that moment, Zhao Yue's eyes finally fell on the fox steamed bun in front of her. She looked at Mo Chuan in almost shock, pointed at the steamed bun in front of her, and asked incredible question: "What did the God of Heaven?"

As Mo Chuan nodded expressionlessly, Zhaoyue's understanding of the man in front of him rose to another level. Without thinking, he blurted out: "Is Shang Shen an imperial chef born?!"

With a "puff", Fu Chen's steamed buns that had not swallowed were sprayed out slightly, and his face turned red and he turned his head to look at Mo Chuan beside him.

His forehead was dark, but he was still sitting there with a serious expressionless face, taking a deep breath.

Zhao Yue realized his misconduct and laughed a little embarrassedly: "The God of God's craft is really a waste to use to poison me."

She picked up the steamed buns on the table, twisted her eyebrows and looked at them carefully.

The nine-tailed fox was vivid, except that it didn't seem to be edible. If it was really poisonous, it was a weapon for killing and robbing people at first sight, which made Zhao Yue couldn't help but praise: "If an ordinary woman saw this, she would definitely be very happy. She just didn't know how much dose of poison the god had put into it, which could be matched with such exquisite carving."

Now Fu Chen couldn't hold it anymore, laughed out loud, looked at Mo Chuan with a slightly sympathetic look in front of him, and was a little proud: "I just told the gods that my master is not an ordinary woman."

Mo Chuan was unhappy and glared at Fu Chen, then deliberately changed the subject and said suddenly: "Mysterious Master said before that he wanted to go to Kunlun Abyss. I don't know if Mother Master is free today."

Zhao Yue was slightly stunned and thought for a moment: "Has the God of Mo Chuan thought about how to support the God of Bai Yuan?"

She did not ask such words out of thin air. The three upper gods of Kunlun Palace, Chun Yuan, Mo Chuan, and Bai Yuan, among which Bai Yuan was the most special, not the heavenly clan, nor was he summoned by the heavenly king, but was a special member who was separated from the Nine Heavens.

His only task is to protect Kunlun Abyss. How the world has nothing to do with him, the change of the world has nothing to do with him, and even the gods kill each other has nothing to do with him.

He is the shadow of the Emperor.

Zhaoyue has only met Bai Yuan twice in the 350,000 years of age. Once, she was still young, and the ancient emperor personally made a hairband for her. Not long after she tied it, she was swooped from the sky by Kunpeng, Taizu of the Feather Clan, and snatched the hairband away.

At that time, the shadow of the Emperor reacted first and pursued Kunpeng closely, so the Emperor behind him held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. For the sake of that head rope, Kunpeng, the Taizu of the Feather Clan, was naked, without a single hair left.

This is the first side.

When he met again, the moment he received the order to guard Kunlun Abyss. The Emperor's shadow had his own name and was called Bai Yuan by the ancient Emperor, and ordered him to guard Kunlun Palace with the ancestor Hongjun.

And he can transcend the ancestor Hongjun, be free from anyone's control, and be only responsible for Kunlun Abyss.

Therefore, Bai Yuan is also called the Great God, and all the lords of the heavenly kings respect him very much. This is another reason why Kunlun Palace has a very high status and Fusang wants to control it at all costs.

With Mo Chuan's ability, if he wanted to spend a quarter of an hour, Zhao Yue underestimated Mo Chuan. She felt that it was extremely difficult for her to do this matter himself.

Although he had such an exchange with Mo Chuan before, and used his help to exchange for Zhaoyue's failure to pursue Wurifeng's human sea tactics, Zhaoyue had never thought that he could accomplish this.

After all, as Zhaoyue's identity, entering and leaving Kunlun Yuan was like a wandering wanderer coming home. Bai Yuan not only would not stop him, but would also open the door and welcome her back in person.

The Emperor had so many bans, but Zhaoyue was the exception. There was nothing she could not go to in the place between heaven and earth related to the Emperor.

Zhao Yue recalled these things, and it seemed that more than 300,000 years ago was echoed in her ears. The Emperor stood against the light, with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "If it were you, even if you overturn the world, I would just take some time to rest and rest."

How could such an ancient emperor care about where she went and what she did, and whether she had any trouble?
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