Zhongyu Prefecture, where the Qu Yan Swamp is located, is about to be crowded by monks from the south and north of the Tiannan Sea recently, and the sealing of the sky is imminent, and the people who missed the grand occasion of the sealing of the sky of the Thousand Pages Mountain before don't want to miss this time, so they all rushed to the Eagle's Nest City.

Although the city was large, it was built as a war fortress and was extremely heavily defended, so the entry of monks was restricted, and a large temporary site was reopened in the Qu Death Swamp outside the city for people to stay or gather. So the monks who came in time couldn't enter the city and didn't care, just waiting for the closure of the sky to begin.

Yang Xing, a casual cultivator, is now eighteen years old, and he has successfully built a foundation at such a young age, and becoming a foundation building monk can be described as having a bright future. In addition, his temperament is open-minded and clear, so he has a wide range of friends, and at this time he is like a fish in water, calling friends all day long, talking loudly, and being unhappy.

It's just that during this time, he drank happily with others every day, and he was a little tired, and he was dazed, when a big bowl "banged" in front of him, and the wine in the bowl came out and spilled on the table.

"How can you people not understand? Even if I, Yun Mengze, belonged to the Nalaoshzi Wanhu Realm hundreds of thousands of years ago, what can I do? I dare to assert that as soon as we are taken back by them, all kinds of stripping will come to the door, how can there be a good life today?"

Yang Xing realized that these people were talking about the Wan Hu Realm again, he lazily raised his eyes, and found that the person who spoke was a fresh face, and he had never seen it appear in their circle before. Listening to his remarks, and then looking at the ornaments of a certain sect on his body, Yang Xing showed an unsurprising smile.

For more than a month, rumors spread out of nowhere that Yun Mengze was split from a large interface called Wan Hu Realm, and the Immortal Cultivation Alliance intended to contact that interface and let Yun Mengze return, hoping to end the centuries-long interface war with the Yin Moon Blood Realm with its help.

"A good day?" The black-clothed monk sitting on Yang Xing's right hand said-for-tat: "The battle has been endless for many years, and life and death are unpredictable as soon as you go to the battlefield, and the Immortal Cultivation Alliance also requires that everyone must take on one task every year before they are allowed to enter the major immortal cultivation cities and buy spiritual materials, so it is still a good life?"

The sect monk slapped the table excitedly again: "Isn't the Boundary Sealing War about to end now! Tomorrow, the spatial passage of the Qu Xuan Swamp will be sealed, and the world will be peaceful, why do you want to return to the Wanhu Realm?"

Yang Xing suddenly interjected: "I heard from the people who came back from the front that those ghost creatures who ran out of the ghost gate have recently reconciled with the Yin Moon Blood Realm, and are ready to attack our realm instead!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks who had stood by and watched the two people arguing gathered around.

"When will the news come back?"

"How dare they come and fight us?"

"Fuck it!"

The people here were busy asking questions, leaving the two men behind, but the people involved had not given up.

The black-clothed monk suddenly sneered and sneered: "Hehe, I know that you sect monks, all of you are worried that after you go back, the sect of that realm will come to seize your territory, resources, or something, so I oppose returning." But we are loose cultivators, ......."

He said coldly: "There are not so many constraints, you are alone, you can go anywhere." The wider the sky and the wider the earth, the more we can fight for. ”

The sect monk blushed with anger: "What's the matter with this sect? Even if I have a sect, can I hide from it when I go to the battlefield? Which time did our sect monk not rush to the front, you have to speak with your conscience!"

The black-clothed monk blinked innocently: "Fellow Daoist, I didn't say anything, why are you so sensitive." ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Yang Xing finally finished dealing with the others, turned around with a smile, and pulled the two to sit down, while persuading.

"Alas, alas, what's so noisy, it's not for us to say it if we can't go back, let those big people worry about it, what about us...... Come on, drink!"

Others also came over to play: "That's it, you know, there have been a lot of big names in Eagle's Nest City recently, and most of them have come to be called." It's the first time I've seen the Great Monk of the Avatars......"

The atmosphere in the small open space was once again pleasant, and a group of low-ranking monks were drinking and chatting happily, talking passionately about important matters that they could not touch.

As soon as Yang Xing inadvertently raised his head, he saw two rays of light, one green and one red, flying out of the depths of the Quyan Swamp, and in the blink of an eye, they had already crossed the sky and landed outside the Eagle's Nest City.

In the city, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, which occupies several peaks, has been even more busy recently, and the scheduling, defense, and personnel arrangements of all parties have to go through the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, so although it is not as lively as other places in the city, the flow of people has not been interrupted for a moment.

It's just that today, the atmosphere of these peaks is extremely solemn, and the monks who come and go all invariably relax their steps, and their actions show a little restraint and nervousness.

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin fell to the top of the mountain in such an atmosphere, and just as they were a little puzzled, a team of patrolling monks rushed over.

"What are you...... Hey, Aoki-senpai!"

Liu Qinghuan turned his head, looked at the other party, and smiled gently: "Do you recognize me?"

Before he could finish speaking, the group of monks, both male and female, let out a "coax" as if they had heard some shocking news!

"Who?

"Is it really him?"

"It really is!"

"That's right, when I looked up that day, I saw him flying overhead!"

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin glanced at each other and coughed lightly, and the group of monks immediately stopped discussing in a low voice, and rushed to the two of them excitedly one by one.

"Ahem, are you all right......?"

A female cultivator bowed down suddenly: "Senior Aoki, I finally saw you again today! Your life-saving grace is unforgettable, please accept the junior worship!"

Then two more people bowed down, each proclaiming "life-saving grace".

Liu Qinghuan took a step back and looked at these people carefully, but there was no reflection.

"You ......"

The nun raised her head: "The seniors may not remember, but in the battle of Qianye Mountain, you saved countless people with Qinglin, but we can't help but engrave this kindness in our hearts!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "So that's the case." Alright, I see, get up. ”

The good cause planted for a while reaped a piece of good fruit, Liu Qinghuan was also a little gratified, but he didn't care much about being kind to others since he had never valued it. After letting the group of low-ranking monks all stand up, he prepared to leave with Mu Yinyin.

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you more......"

"Senior, please slow down!" the female cultivator stopped him again: "We have received a notice that you will rush back from the outside world in the next two days, as long as we see you, please go to the Hegui Peak Wuxiangtang, where there are many sects and families of seniors deliberating." ”

"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan paused and looked at a mountain peak not far away.

Mu Yinyin gently pulled down his sleeve: "Qinghuan, since you want to go as soon as you come back, it must be an emergency, you can go." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll go to the alliance to hand over the task first, and maybe I'll have to go back to the Star Moon Palace, and when I'm done, I'll go to the Wenshi Sect to find you, okay?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and shook her hand: "Okay, be careful on the road." ”

When Mu Yinyin's figure disappeared between the peaks, he withdrew his gaze, thanked the group of monks, and flew towards Hegui Peak.

Before he stepped into the magic circle set up by Wuxiang Hall, the fierce quarrel inside rushed in, almost making Liu Qinghuan turn around and leave!

He stood by the door and listened for a while, and soon figured out what was going on inside.

It's still because I can't go back to the Wanhu realm.

The various sects, families, and rulers of the East Cliff Relic Island from Yunmengze, Xiaofeng Continent, and East Cliff Relic Island, as well as some well-known loose cultivators, to say the least, are all very rare to gather together because of the fact that the Qu Death Swamp sealed the sky.

However, at this time, these people all put down their demeanor and fought for each other, and the two completely opposite opinions collided violently.

What surprised him was that for the first time, those scattered cultivators did not flinch in the face of the Great Gate Sect, but actively supported the return to the Wanhu Realm, but they were fiercely opposed by small and medium-sized sects such as Feiyue Tower and Baiyun Mountain. On the contrary, the attitude of the four major sects was ambiguous and did not participate in the debate.

Liu Qinghuan saw a lot of familiar people in it, such as the Bitter Sea Zen Master who had been to the Great Mirage Sea together back then, the leader of the Seven Star Alliance on the Dongya Relic Island, and even the Cave Void True Monarch Tai Fangchen from the Howling Wind Continent.

And his master Ming Yangzi sat in the top position, his face was full of red light, showing that he had recovered from his injuries, and he couldn't help but be very happy.

Just as he was about to push the door in, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Liu Qinghuan?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw that it was Hua Yan Lingzun, who was dressed in a gorgeous palace costume, the scattered cultivator of Yun Mengze.

Hua Yan glanced at him: "What are you doing standing here, I'm waiting for you, I can't come yet." ”

As he spoke, he turned and entered a room on the side.

Liu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, followed over, only to find that all the monks sitting in the room here were god-transforming monks, and the atmosphere was completely different from the noise over there, drinking tea leisurely one by one.

"Qinghuan is back. Kongwu Taizun looked at it and beckoned: "Come here." By the way, I remember you seem to have said that the people of the Wan Hu Realm who met you in the Stygian Mountain War Domain back then gave you a cross-border teleportation talisman?"