At this mont, the eight hall masters of the Eight Desolation Palace disappeared, and they seed unable to get out in a short ti.
Mu Yun and others, as well as Tianshanglou, Huangge and others, didn't do anything. The situation seed to be waiting for the result of the battle between Di Huan and Huang 11.
But that Ling Yuanhai stepped forward in one step and suddenly appeared in front of Mu Yun.
That kind of feeling, it was as if Ling Yuanhai had just walked over, but it made people experience a kind of powerlessness that you couldn't escape anyway.
Mingyuexin and Bingmuxue are cautious at this mont.
The relationship between Ling Yuanhai and Ye Xiaoyao is extrely complicated.
Mu Yun is Ye Xiaoyao's grandson. Who knows what will happen to Ling Yuanhai?
At this mont, Ling Yuanhai looked at the two of them and smiled slightly and said: "Adding you two, it is impossible to stop . If I want to do anything, I won't stop those eight..."
Mu Yun also arched his hands at this mont: "Hello, senior!"
Ling Yuanhai looked at Mu Yun carefully, and murmured: "It looks like Ye Xiaoyao's grandson is indeed like Ye Xiaoyao's grandson, and the face of Ye Yushi is quite similar."
"Does senior know my mother too?"
"Naturally know!"
Ling Yuanhai smiled slightly: "I and Ye Xiaoyao, at first, it can be said that I guided him step by step, but later, he gradually caught up with him, and I and him were like confidants, until later, he surpassed , I refused to accept, and challenged him again and again. , Lost ti and ti again."
"And later, he beca a **** emperor. I knew that I couldn't defeat him, so I was in retreat, but when he appeared again, there was no trace of him in Canglan..."
At this point, Ling Yuanhai sighed slightly.
Ling Yuanhai looked at Mu Yun and said again: "I heard that you have the sa fate as him."
"Since ancient tis, those who got this fate, Cangdi, Huangdi, and Ye Xiaoyao, all died in the hands of Emperor Ming."
"You have the power of fate, the three of them also have, but... also died..."
As soon as he said this, Mu Yun glanced at Ling Yuanhai deeply.
This guy, perhaps knows sothing about the Big Killing Technique!
And Mu Yun was also very curious in his heart.
I have always been curious about how powerful Ye Xiaoyao would be if he reached the realm of the **** emperor and then used his life-killing technique?
How could Di Ming be an opponent.
However, it is also possible that the limit of the big life-killing technique...maybe it is the realm of the **** emperor.
Mu Yun used to be puzzled about this, but he couldn't ask.
"You are both the grandson of Ye Xiaoyao and the fate of the emperor of the nine lives. Perhaps in the future, you will be a good opponent to !" Ling Yuanhai smiled and said: "Just, I hope you don't let down."
Mu Yun arched his hands and said: "If the junior reaches the realm of the senior, I am afraid that the senior has already beco a **** emperor."
"God……"
Ling Yuanhai laughed at himself and murmured: "How can the **** emperor be so good..."
When the words fell, Ling Yuanhai looked at Mu Yun, and said again: "Boy, today Di Huan I am afraid that you are out of your way, but in the future, you will not only face Di Huan, there will be Emperor Xuan Hao...Di Xuan Hao...Di Yi Where..."
"It's not that simple for them to fight together from among the hundreds of Di Ming sons, survive and beco the Emperor of Heaven."
Mu Yun nodded slightly.
At this mont, in the sky, a crack of tens of millions of li appeared suddenly.
And within that rift, two figures appeared slowly.
It is Di Huan and Huang Eleven.
At this mont, the aura in the two of them was on the verge of convergence, but even so, the powerful aura almost crushed the world.
"Do you want to fight?"
At this mont, Huang Eleven was full of white hair, fluttering in the wind, and said with a smile: "It seems that Emperor Huantian is really helpless."
At this mont, Di Huan's expression was stern, looking towards Huang Eleven, his murderous aura gradually receded.
"If I kill you, there will be damage, Ye God will take action, then I will be planted!" Di Huan said lightly.
"Di Huan, I said, I won't make a move. Even if Muyun is Ye Xiaoyao's grandson, Ye Xiaoyao is dead. If I help Muyun, what good is it? Just fight."
Hearing this, Di Huan gave a cold snort and stopped speaking.
"Mu Yun, your helpers are really many."
Di Huan murmured: "Just, I don't know if you will always have these helpers by your side!"
Mu Yun looked at Dihuan and said calmly: "One day, no one will be able to protect anymore, but then, I can protect myself and protect them..."
Di Huan's eyes flickered coldly.
"Yejin, please let them go?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Yuanhai smiled and said, "This matter is easy and simple."
Om...
Between the dark world, the black light faded, and eight figures appeared at this mont.
It is the eight masters of the Eight Desolation Palace.
It's just that, with the exception of Que Diyi, the other seven are all dressed in different costus, their faces and breaths are all covered, and they can't see their identities.
Di Huan looked at Mu Yun again and said: "In the future, the chance we will et will not be small!"
"No problem." Mu Yun smiled.
"let's go!"
Di Huan stepped out at this mont, and the space avenue behind him appeared again.
The eight hall masters followed at this mont, and disappeared one by one...
At this mont, Di Huan and others retreated, and the army of the Eight Desolation Palace withdrew, leaving many people stunned.
Originally thought it would be a **** battle, and even sweep the entire seventh heaven, but now it is actually...
this……
At this mont, everyone felt a little unaware.
At this ti, Lou Qingyi and Huang Tian looked at each other, and their faces were both ugly.
Today, they are sure that Di Huan knows Mu Yun's identity and will definitely co.
But, therefore, they didn't aim at Mu Yun at all, after all, Di Huan would deal with Mu Yun.
But unexpectedly, Di Huan was here.
However, Huang 11 and Ling Yuanhai appeared.
One is a peerless swordsman who is the first ruler under the ‘God’ and ‘Emperor’ who is well-known in the world.
One is a ‘god’ who doesn’t know how many years have passed.
Di Huan actually gave up.
Lou Qingyi looked at Zhuge Zuhao at this mont.
He knew that without the pressure of the Eight Desolation Palace, they would not be able to take Zhuge Zuhao away.
"Senior Huang."
"Senior Night God."
Lou Qingyi arched his hands in the air at this mont: "I will leave after waiting."
Huang 11 and Ling Yuanhai didn't say anything.
Lou Qingyi didn't care at the mont either, these two people were definitely better than him, especially the Night God, who had the ability to kill him.
The eight masters of the Eight Desolation Palace were trapped by the Ye God's beckoning. This strength is probably not weaker than that of the Emperor of Heaven!
"and many more!"
However, when Lou Qingyi and Huang Tian were about to take people away, a voice suddenly sounded.
Huang Eleven shouted at the two at the mont, and said: "From today, all offerings of the Blood Moon Sword Sect will no longer be paid. As for the previous paynts, I won’t ask you for it, lest I say I’m in the Desert Eleven. Bullying people by seniority."
As soon as these words ca out, both Lou Qingyi and Huang Tian's expressions changed slightly.
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