An Yi waved his hand and said, "Do you believe it? As long as you work hard, he will be able to see it and will return to you."

Ye Zhikuang was stunned and turned around to An Yi: "Why do you say that?"

"You just want to win this account and take back your home, right?" An Yi asked.

Ye Zhikuang lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then, come with me." An Yi stroked the piano, played the strings with his hands, and the golden beetle floating in the air was instantly taken into his pocket.

Ye Zhi looked at An Yi's actions in amazement, puzzled: "What do you want to do?"

"Mo Junxie gave me the freedom I want, so now is the time for me to give it back to him." One hand clenched his little hand, pulled her, and quickly opened the door of the royal palace.

The people led by Old Lady Murong guarded outside the door, and they surrounded the palace.

Seeing Anyi, Old Lady Murong was shocked, and the elders of other families were shocked to look at Anyi, and raised their hands to point at Anyi and said, "Isn't this... this... Prince Anyi?"

"Prince Anyi is not dead!"

"Prince, not dead..."

Some family elders shouted happily.

But Old Lady Murong didn't think An Yi was not dead, because he was following Ye Zhikuang at this moment.

"Prince, since you are not dead, that's the best. Prince, please leave the evil woman quickly. She is the only true dragon descendant passed down by the real dragon more than ten years ago." Old Lady Murong said with a serious face holding a crutch.

An Yi stroked the piano and didn't want to talk to Mrs. Murong. The piano sounded and a group of golden beetles flew out of his pocket.

His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderousness, and his movements of playing the strings became faster and more and more brisk. His tone contained the power of shocking eardrums, causing people around him to cover their ears.

Ye Zhikuang looked at the golden beetle that looked like a resurrection, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhikuang asked.

"The time has passed, and Gui Jianchou would have been back if he could come back. Now, I can only give you my piano soul, in the future..." An Yi's voice drifted in her ears like the wind.

Ye Zhikuai's heart tightened and asked, "What will you do without Qin Soul..."

An Yi turned around, smiled faintly at her, and kept playing the strings with her slender hands: "Don't ask anything, just let all the grudges end tonight."

The rhythm was strange and terrifying, and the golden beetle flew fiercely to the group of people surrounding the royal palace.

The sound of tearing, the screams of pain, and the buzzing of the golden beetle, both the enemy and Ye Zhikuang suffered heavy losses.

When Mu Qingfeng and An Xuyao ​​arrived, the bodies piled up into mountains, and Ye Zhikuang was walking slowly towards Old Lady Murong with a sword in his hand.

The old lady was covered in blood, and the crutch in her hand was cut off. She stepped back unsteadily, but her voice was still serious: "Ye Zhikuang, it's useless. You can't fight us. Everyone in the true dragon clan deserves to die."

"Is that true?" Ye Zhikuang's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty cold light, probably due to the excitement of the dragon soul, which made her eyes flush red.

"Then let's try it, who should die." She put her index finger on the sword without hesitation, using blood as the alliance, heart as the establishment, and soul as the killing. The most poisonous curse of the True Dragon is not to destroy you, but to make you die for life but to suffer from the destruction of your body.

One sword, swing.

The red light broke through the nine heavens in an instant.

Mu Qingfeng suddenly widened his eyes, picked up the sword in his hand, and shouted with a loud voice: "No."

He wanted to stop Ye Zhikuang, but when he waved the sword in his hand, Ye Zhikuang first stabbed the sword into the old lady Murong's body, and the red light penetrated her heart and her body.

In Ye Zhikuang's eyes, except for the excitement that dissipated due to resentment, there was only a faint pain.

Her back was also hit by Mu Qingfeng's sword.

It was just a sword, but it seemed like she was going to lose her entire life.

When she turned around slowly, she saw a dazzling white light blocking her. It was not her body that hurt her, but the pain of the person who suddenly appeared behind her, traction her heart.

She widened her eyes and looked at the man in white and took Mu Qingfeng's sword with her bare hands.

The fairy spirit lingered the man's body, and the tingling pain was quickly wiped away by him, and the wound on her heart gradually healed.

The sword in Ye Zhikuang's hand fell down and exclaimed: "Mo Junxie, you..."

It's him, it's him...

She never dreamed that he would stand behind her alive. He didn't expect that he would return to her at a critical moment. If it weren't for her, she would probably have died under Mu Qingfeng's sword.

Mo Junxie turned around, smiled faintly at her, and then frowned in distress and said, "I knew it would fail. It's such a bunch of waste."

Ye Zhikuang opened his arms and hugged Mo Junxie from behind regardless of everything, his face pressed against him, enjoying the generous back of the long-lost person.

"Next, let me leave it." Mo Junxie pushed his hands hard, and a white light bounced back Mu Qingfeng's sword, and then covered Ye Zhikuang's hand with one hand.

With one hand, a white light flashed, and the sound of dragon rippled in the sky. He flew into the air with Ye Zhimai.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Mu Qingfeng and said, "Mu Qingfeng, is this what the master of Lingshan teaches you how to view the equality of all living beings in the sea of ​​people?"

Mu Qingfeng held the sword in his hand and carried it on his back: "I have never looked down on any life."

"Then why don't you stop these stupid humans?" Mo Junxie asked at the injured and injured people who fell to the ground.

Mu Qingfeng glanced at the people around him and said with a deep brow: "I've stopped him."

"Stop it and tell this scene." Mo Junxie waved his sword and a white light slashed out a path. He said coldly: "Since you can't stop the real dragon from fighting with humans, then... I, the former guardian saint of Junlan City, will make a decision for you."

He spread his hands and drew a light screen in the air. The screen showed the junction between Junlan City and the surrounding five countries. He said coldly: "Humans must not enter the realm of the True Dragons. Junlan City will be in the place where the Yinwu tribe members retreat. The True Dragons are not allowed to step out of Junlan City. No matter which side violates the order, no one who does not favor himself, breaks into another world and kills! Moreover, they must not provoke unnecessary wars because of this. Do you think it is appropriate or not?"

"No." An Xuyao ​​looked at Ye Zhikuang who was hugging Mo Junxie. If so, then he would never see her daughter again.

"No?" Mo Junxie's eyes turned cold and his sword slashed at An Xuyao ​​fiercely.

"Ah..." An Xuyao ​​was chopped away by the sword light and fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Junxie looked at Mu Qingfeng and asked, "Do you think it's OK?"

"You are the God of Luo." He was the former guardian of Junlan City, and the only person who went to Junlan City was the God of Luo.

Didn't expect it.

Mo Junxie smiled indifferently: "The issue we are discussing now has nothing to do with whether I am the God of Luo. Mu Qingfeng, can you swear with me on behalf of Lingshan?"

Mu Qingfeng looked at Ye Zhikuang, and a strange emotion spread in his eyes. Her eyebrows couldn't help but frown. She lay in his arms and closed her eyes, because the blood splattered between her eyebrows, causing a little redness to her eyebrows, adding a touch of charm to her delicate face.

He turned his face away, picked up the sword, and slashed hard in his palm, blood splattered, landing on the light screen in front of Mo Junxie, at the boundary between the five countries and the Junlan City, marking a barrier that humans and the True Dragon Clan could no longer be connected. This means that Junlan City will be hidden in another world, another time and space, and humans will never find this clan again.

Seeing this, Mo Junxie stopped Ye Zhikuang's hand and said, "It's better to hurt."

Before Ye Zhikuang opened his eyes, he scratched a small mouth on her finger, and blood dripped into the water-shaped light screen, combined with Mu Qingfeng's blood, and the barrier formed instantly, and everything seemed to be revived. The dead came alive, and the injured were treated by the light.

The seven treasures, ghost sword sorrow, leisure, and Ye Zhikuang's companions were all enclosed by the seals of the True Dragon Clan. They surrounded Ye Zhikuang's feet and looked up at Ye Zhikuang's red body.

Ye Zhikuang let go of Mo Junxie, looked at Qibao and looked at her former good friends, and asked, "Would you like to go with me?"

Ghost Sword Sorrow has its own ghost domain, but he is willing to leave here with all the soldiers in the ghost domain.

Qibao jumped up and said, "I am willing, I am willing to follow you in all directions, and travel through the sky and earth, but you have to feed me."

The torn shoes flew from somewhere and threw them hard on Qibao's face, bursting it with a big corn seed.

Feng Qianchen is the God of Creation. He can travel through all the time and space in the world. He tilted his mouth and blew and said, "If you don't go, you have to go by yourself."

Ye Zhikuang curled up the corners of his lips: "Okay, I heard that those gold and silver mines are full of treasures."

"I do, I do, I do..."

At this time, a purple figure slowly walked from afar. He walked towards her with the slightest slightest, his voice as clean and loud as the water of a clear spring: "I would--"

Ye Zhikuang was stunned and looked at the arrival of Bai Chenxiao.

As soon as he finished speaking, another blue figure flew over from a distance: "I would--"

Mo Junxie's face is no longer good.

Bai Chenxiao and Murong Fu are here to join in the fun...

"You... are not allowed to go--" Mo Junxie roared angrily!

Mu Qingfeng looked at the people and turned around and left in a desolate mood.

The dust settled, but in just one night, the situation changed a lot. Those who woke up no longer remembered what happened that night.

Ye Zhikuang followed her friends into the time and space of Junlan City.

She turned around and looked at the two petite figures that seemed to be running in front of her, one of Nie Jing and the other of Murong Tiantian.

The grudge between the two families probably won't end because of this.

Mo Junxie took her hand and said, "Let's go, there are still many people waiting for you."

She turned around, looked at him, then shook his hand away, and asked as she walked, "How did you get off? Didn't you get off after you get up?"

"Who said that?" Mo Junxie ran over quickly.

“I said it.”

"Just kidding, will I not be able to get out?" Mo Junxie pointed at himself and said.

"You haven't told me honestly yet." Ye Zhikuang glared at him.

Mo Junxie hugged her with one hand and said in a faint voice: "Okay, let me tell you."

He promised the Immortal Emperor to return to the Immortal Realm three times a month, and use his essence and blood to fill the gap in the demon-binding cave until it is filled. The Immortal Emperor let him go freely.
To be continued...