The dense forests outside Muye Mountain are already empty and bleak at this time.

Those golden autumn colors seem to have been seized on the mountain. In the loneliness around them, Konoha Mountain is lonely and beautiful.

The fallen leaves quietly scattered among the green tiles and gullies, and shine in the dense autumn rain filaments.

A pair of luxurious boots suddenly broke through the quiet autumn scenery and brought the noise into the temple on the top of the mountain.

"How long will this mountain be sealed?"

Ping Kang's words looked at the calm Zhaomu envoy with anger, without any respect in his words.

The envoy Zhaomu did not speak, but the Yiyang envoy who happened to be there picked up a letter of information and handed it over to the envoy Pingkang, and then said, "I think the envoy Zhaomu's order is correct. If it weren't for his decision, we would almost fall into an embarrassing situation."

Pingkang's heart thumped. If the Yiyang envoy also stood on the side of the Zhaomu envoy, he would not be able to do it. He took the information and looked carefully. Cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his back.

These days, he often regrets that he shouldn't have stopped Yun Luo that day when he dreams back at midnight. Li Zhichuan made a big mistake and now he has ended up in such a field.

But at this moment, I felt only the joy of surviving the disaster.

He shook his hand, "Since that's the case, King Yong has inherited the throne, and the coffin of the late emperor is about to be sent back to Konoha Mountain, why haven't the mountain opened yet?"

Zhao Mu Envoy looked at him deeply and said nothing.

Yiyang envoy waved his hand indifferently, "Since I've said it for seven days, it's seven days, it's not the best of those three or four days!"

A successful smile appeared on Ping Kang's face, "Of course it's bad. Just now, I realized that our saint is gone!"

"Ah?" Yi Yang envoy was also shocked, "The whole mountain is martial law, and you are allowed to enter and not leave. How can the saint get out?"

"I have to ask some people, after all, he is the teacher of the Saint!" Pingkang envoy snorted coldly, and asked the Yiyang envoy to look at Zhaomu envoy suspiciously.

When Zhaomu Envoy let Jun Miaomiao go, he thought of this happening, and at this moment he said without changing his expression: "A saint is not as important as the entire Muye Mountain. Seven days are seven days."

"Hmph! After the seventh day, I'm afraid the saint has disappeared?" Ping Kang refused to give in.

"In her, there is a tracking talisman, what are you afraid of?" Zhao Mu Envoy replied calmly.

He then looked at the Yiyang envoy, "Can you think of this dispute over the throne before? For the sake of Konohashan's reputation and transcendent status, some things are not careless."

The Yiyang envoy pondered for a moment and looked at the Pingkang envoy apologetically, "I think the envoy Zhaomu is right this time."

Ping Kang made him angry, "I want to see, how could there be such a short-lived Ancestral Emperor!"

He brushed his sleeves and turned around and crashed into the autumn wind.

Looking at Pingkang's back as he left, Zhaomu sighed in his heart, I have done everything I should do for you, how are you doing?

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Not very good!

Jun Miaomiao dragged his tired body and continued to run on the vast land of Beiyuan.

She once represented the traveling around Konoha Mountain, and this time she could eliminate many places she had been to, otherwise she would not have hoped to find the place of Yanqiu. She even had some confidence before she set off.

Unfortunately, even though more than half of the places were ruled out in advance, Beiyuan was still too big for a woman who was alone.

What's more, if it is easy to find Yanqiu, it will not make Konoha Mountain search for hundreds of years without fruit.

It was dark in the night. She had just walked out of a deep mountain forest in the south of the North Abyss and sat on a stone in the mountains without finding anything.

The moon hangs sparse trees on my head, and there is no sound around me.

The lonely man comes and goes with him alone, and the lonely shadow of the wild golf is floating.

How can a lonely goose try to find the geese hill that sacrificed love to the love, succeed?

There is not much time left, but have you bowed to fate like that?

Will you just spend the rest of your life just by doing it?

Continue to enjoy the glory of the saint and become a tool for reproduction behind your back?

Jun Miaomiao decided to take another try, even if it was one more day, it would be a day of freedom.

I would rather be lonely on some cold sandbank than to sit on it.

Jun Miaomiao flies on the snow and goes straight to the big end.

The more chaotic the place, the more suitable it is to hide, so her direction is the northwest of the big end, and the northwest of the war is still fierce.

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Lu Qi slowed down his horse's speed slightly, thinking about something.

Yun Luo quickly stopped, looking concerned, "What's wrong?"

Lu Qi shook his head, "It's nothing, I suddenly felt something was wrong in my heart, as if something was going to happen."

Just as he was about to set off again, Lu Qi's expression suddenly changed, "You said that something happened to the second uncle, right? I always reacted with some uneasy when I heard from the clan that something happened to my close relative."

Yun Luo hurriedly comforted him: "No, Uncle Second is so powerful and so smart. At the peak of the Heaven Realm, how can there be any trouble unless the Tianlisted master dealt with him?"

Lu Qi said oh, and Yun Luo couldn't help but tease, "Care is a mess, and the dignified Jiangdong Mingzhu believes in these things?"

Lu Qi waved his pink fist at him, and Yun Luo immediately admitted defeat.

"Who do you think that Wang Siling would be?" Lu Qi looked at Yun Luo and suddenly asked a question.

Yun Luo smiled and said, "Let's see when you go."

Lu Qi whispered: "Actually, Mr. Wu was right that day. Instead of joining the rebel army directly, it is better to bring up a group of rebels first and then integrate with Wang Siling's rebel army, so that the control of the army will be guaranteed."

Yun Luo suddenly fell silent.

Lu Qi sighed, "I know you don't want to turn such a pure thing into such a plot, but have you ever thought, what if Wang Siling's mind is different from what you want? What if he just wants to satisfy his personal desires and seize wealth? You think of everyone so well, what about Yang Hao? What about Xun You? How did they do such unscrupulous things?"

Yun Luo raised his head and smiled brightly, "Since those lessons are learned, I will definitely not let them repeat it."

Lu Qi didn't say anything else. She knew that since Yun Luo said that, she could listen and do it.

Wang Siling, Wang Siling, Lu Qi silently said this name in his heart on the way.

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"Wang Siling! Wang Siling! Where are you?"

A man in ragged clothes and leaning on a wooden stick wailed in despair.

Behind him, two bald heads followed silently.

When the man sat on a rock beside the road and shouted that he could not walk anymore, the little bald man stepped forward silently.

He clasped his hands together, "Donor, you have obviously grown in your body, and this path has no effect at all, so why bother to be so tired?"

The man patted his chaotic hair and suddenly became dusty, "Look! Is this a life for human beings? Besides, there is nothing wrong with physical growth. Where is the realm? Where is the realm!"

You tell me about hair, isn’t this embarrassing me?

The little bald man turned his head to look at his master, his silent eyes as if asking for help.

The big bald man walked up, "You just want to grow your realm so much?"

The man pursed his lips, "Nonsense, I am not a martial artist, what's the use of that body spirit? Isn't the most fundamental thing for a practitioner to be in a state?"

"In three years, I will ensure that you can enter the upper three realms." The bald man said solemnly.

The upper three realms?

The little bald man calculated with his fingers and was immediately envious of him.

Unexpectedly, the man bounced up instantly like a cat with his tail stepped on, "Three years? I'll have to go with you for three years? You might as well kill me now!!!"

The big bald man sighed, slowly stretched out his right hand, knocked the man out with one punch, and then clamped it under his armpit, "It may not be used for three years."

The little bald man seemed to have become accustomed to the man's experience. His expression was normal, and he looked up and asked, "Master, why should we go to find Wang Siling?"

The big bald man walked slowly with the man in his arms, "There are many old friends there, which makes it more convenient for us to do things."

The little bald man seemed to have some insights. Looking at the man who was clamped by his master and his head drooped, he was worried, "Master, now the donor is sleeping longer and longer every day. Will there be any problem?"

"He is not full yet. When he is full, there will be no problem." The big bald man said calmly.

"Oh." The little bald man walked with two short legs and tried hard to keep up with his master's pace.

Ku Lian and Duoluo also walked towards Lingzhou with Sun Dayun.

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The Shaman Temple is facing a great enemy today.

Last night, the Great Shaman fought a battle with an unknown enemy, and he returned this morning. It seemed that he was still injured.

At this moment, a tall Taoist priest led another little Taoist priest to stand in front of the gate of the Shaman Temple.

Although there was a smile on the face of the Taoist priest Gao, no one would think that he was here to visit relatives and friends.

Any religion has its own exclusivity.

A person’s heart is so big, how can he hold so much faith?

If you believe in you, you will definitely not believe in mine.

Otherwise, how can it be considered pious?
To be continued...