Chang Bumei didn't have time to think, he knew that Meng Huanzhen was definitely not dead. His thoughts turned and instead came behind Ji Hao in an instant: "Die!"

Ji Hao was seriously injured and was attacked by a sneak attack. He was not as lucky as Meng Huan. If anyone helped him to help him, he had only had time to stagger a little bit of the key points and ate a firm punch on his back.

But Meng Huanzhen and Ji Hao were first, and with a momentary time difference, Ji Hao was not as unexpected as Meng Huanzhen and could barely move. Ji Hao was worthy of being one of the strongest people today. While taking a punch, his elbow also pressed his elbow on Chang Bumei's chest.

Chang Bumei's chest collapsed, and he was knocking blood all the way away, with a strange laugh: "Your death will be in chaos, hahahaha..."

Ji Hao squirted a mouthful of blood, half kneeled on the ground, and felt extremely regretful. Chang Bumei understood that he did not want anyone to unify the rivers and mountains intact. If Meng Huanzhen was the best, he would attack Meng Huanzhen. If Ji Hao was the best, then he would attack Ji Hao. In short, he would separate the Nine Cauldrons and no one could gather. In other words, he would instigate himself to make the way of heaven turn into a cauldron.

But it is too late to wake up at this time. My life is not long before. At most, I force myself to suppress my injuries and suppress other people who are in harmony with the Tao to compromise. It is impossible to unify the force by force again.

And what about Meng Huanzhen? Where did she go?

No matter how Ji Hao sensed it, he could not sense any intention of Meng Huanzhen's existence.

The corpse is gone?

It shouldn't be...

A "boom" sound disrupted Ji Hao's thoughts. It was the sound of the Qiankun Cauldron falling to the ground.

From the two of them to the point where they were shocked and dropped, until Meng Huanzhen disappeared, Ji Hao was injured and Chang Buwei left, all of this was in the midst of lightning. Until this time, the falling Qiankun Cauldron had just landed on the ground and smashed several miles of deep pits.

Groundwater gushed out, quickly forming a pool of water.

The spiritual energy of the Qiankun Cauldron is filled with it, slowly overflowing, as ethereal as if it were a dream.

Ji Hao struggled to bring his Qiankun Emperor Sword into his hand, and the pillar sword stood up. In the pool water, the Qiankun Cauldron slowly floated up.

Ji Hao reached out and gently stroked the tripod: "Let's go, man, you are mine. It's a pity that the price..."

He paused, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this time, a young man and woman rushed over from the other side, and saw Xingpo Yunmiao on the edge of the pond. The young man trembled and picked up the magic sword and looked at Ji Hao angrily.

Ji Hao suddenly turned his head, and the dazzling divine light scared the young man and woman that they didn't dare to move anymore. They gritted their teeth and turned around and ran away. Ji Hao raised his palm as if he was about to attack, but his chest hurt a sharp pain, and he could only watch the young man slip away.

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The ancestral hall of the ancestors thousands of years later.

In the cracks in the space, the tiger's mouth snatched food. The repulsive force of the recoil made everyone unable to maintain the operation of the martial arts. They were shaken apart. Everyone flew away in all directions and each hit the wall of the ancestral temple. The ancestral temple reinforced by the arch Ye formation could not resist such an impact, and the ancestral temple collapsed.

It also seems to symbolize that this holy land of stars and moons is an independent ancestral hall that is only used to worship portraits of ancestors, and it seems that it has no meaning of existence.

Xue Qingqiu and Chang Bumei faced each other, and everyone was shocked and fell out of time and space. At the moment when they could not be released, Xue Mu pulled Meng Huanzhen's wrist and pulled it out.

In the eyes of people a thousand years ago, she was dead too... the bones remain?

This did not affect any cause and effect, but it successfully saved her...

No, maybe it still affects cause and effect, such as that piece of fragment? This cause and effect will be great...

Or in other words, Meng Huanzhen was not dead, but a thousand years later? This is the real historical fact?

Yuan Zhong’s skill of counter-cause and effect seems to have played a role. What kind of counter-cause and effect is clearly not clear about what is the cause and what is the result...

Anyway, Xue Mu has no time to consider these logics, so there seems to be no need to consider them again.

The soft jade under her body smells warm, and her chest is undulating, she can feel her soft temperature. Her slight breath is squirting on her cheeks, which is very fragrant.

It is no longer a dream, it is a real person.

Xue Mu raised his head with great difficulty and shook off the beams and tiles that were buried in his head.

Meng Huanzhen was lying under him, looking at him with his eyes open, with unbelievable confusion and unspeakable surprises in his eyes.

"Am I... dreaming?"

"No, this is true."

"Where is this?" Meng Huanzhen had no intention of arise at all. In this ruined wall, it was as straight as a fairyland in her eyes.

Before Xue Mu could answer, an old voice next to him said, "Xue Mu, you have cheated me to death. This cause and effect... You have really made a thousand years... Oh, how can you say this..."

Meng Huanzhen turned around and glanced: "Who is this monk with such a weak causal aura? I know a monk named Yu Yin. This aspect is very powerful. I will ask him to teach you? He was seriously injured before. I don't know if he grabbed the Cause and Fate Cauldron. If he dies, there will be no way..."

Yuan Zhong burst into tears. I'm so sorry... Oh no, I've lived for a few years after I grabbed the cauldron. Thank you for your concern... Oh no, you met Yin, I'm really amazing. Can you sign an autograph... The old monk has a lot of words from now on. It's the first time in his life that he wants to swear and curse.

Xue Mu burst into laughter, Meng Huanzhen blinked in confusion.

Then I saw three beautiful faces appearing in front of me, one graceful, one innocent, and the other charming. The three faces were full of curiosity, as if watching some rare treasure.

Meng Huanzhen slowly widened her eyes. The beauty of these women was secondary, but the breath of two of them...that martial arts...

Then the innocent woman with a dark night aura squatted down and poked Meng Huanzhen's face: "When I was a child, I almost got beaten to death by my master... This is a living ancestor, haha..."

Xue Qingqiu slapped Yang Ye on the back of his head.

Xiao Ye immediately turned into a child's image and began to roll: "He is still young..."

Meng Huanzhen was stunned, and sweat appeared on Xue Mu's forehead.

Xue Qingqiu smiled and said, "Xue Qingqiu, the 50th generation descendant of Xingyue Sect, and Qin Jieye, pay homage to the ancestor... I personally suggest that the ancestor should change his position to meet his descendants better? This is not too elegant."

Meng Huanzhen is still lying down, and Xue Mu is still pressing on her body...

She looked confused.

Qin Wuye almost laughed. She thought this was too coquettish. Before, she was so active in this matter, at least 80% of the reason was to see this scene. Now it really appeared, which was so interesting.

Xue Qingqiu was also laughing, Xiao Ye was rolling, Yuan Zhong squatted in the corner and murmured endlessly, and countless Xingyuemen surrounded him, and they were extremely nervous: "Sect Master? Who pushed down the ancestral hall of the ancestors?"

Xue Qingqiu's tone was cold: "Your ancestors were all pushed down, let alone a ancestral hall."
Chapter completed!