Chapter 1282

"Who is Liu Xiahui?"

"Well, well, a very famous man."

"Oh!"

Murong Qiqi suddenly asked, "brother-in-law, you are the Immortal Emperor. How did you fall in those years? What did you see today? Is it your enemy?"

"Yes." Situ Mo told them the truth.

This time, he didn't hide any more. He must have no secrets after his identity as the Immortal Emperor was exposed.

"At that time, I was secretly murdered by my deepest brother. Otherwise, if not, I would have achieved more and even found the entrance to the divine world."

The Immortal Emperor is Jue Dian, and the Immortal Emperor Jiuchong heaven is the peak of the peak. The girls realized how strong situ Mo was.

Strong enough to crush everything.

"Hum, do you still want to fly? If you fly up, you won't meet us. " Nie Qianwen hummed and pinched a hand at situ Mo's waist.

Situ Mo smiled awkwardly. "Now, I really want to thank him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't meet you. There are too many things in the world that deserve my joy."

"Especially you."

"Just know."

"I saw the statue of my brother in Zhang Tianxiang's memory, so I was so excited."

"I asked the thin Buddha to find this man, but now two months have passed, there is still no news."

"I have some beautiful eyes now. There is his Taoist image in Kyushu gate. Maybe the answer should go to Kyushu gate."

"I see."

The girls understand.

Situ Mo said calmly, "even if some things are reincarnation, they also need to be cleared, and what belongs to me, I will take it back one by one."

The girls looked at each other.

"What is the realm of that man?"

"It should be about to become emperor."

Prospective emperor, that's the strongest one with a trace of Immortal Emperor's power.

"Then you'd better take revenge later. In case anything happens to you, you have the heart to watch us widowed."

Situ Mo said with a smile, "soft jade and warm fragrance, beautiful woman, am I willing to let you be widowed?"

Feeling deeply, situ Mo couldn't help himself. He climbed up cherry chuanzijiao / body with a big hand. The latter was shocked and paralyzed in an instant.

"Bad man, this is the day. What do you want to do to chuanzi?"

......

Soon, there was the sound of rising and falling tides.

With Zhang Tianxiang's death, Kyushu gate shook violently.

"Who is it? Dare to kill my Kyushu sect disciple. "

In the Kyushu gate, the breath of experts continues to explode, including even the top experts of holy immortals.

Kyushu gate is the strongest of the four holy places in the north.

These years have vaguely led the development trend of the whole northern holy land.

A gap opened in the void, and a Zhixian came out. His eyes were murderous.

Eyes seem to penetrate everything.

"Did you find the news? Who killed my beloved. "

"Return to the master, not yet."

Leng hum, the leader of the Kyushu gate, brushed his sleeves gently. A group of saints hemoptysis on the spot, "are you all waste, rice bucket?"

"Please calm down, sect leader."

"Please calm down, sect leader."

"Although no news was found, my disciple heard a news when he came back from Wanxian gate."

"Say, what news."

"He Yugui, the most powerful disciple of Wanxian sect, was killed."

"In addition, there are ghost Hai sect, and the disciples of Qunxing sect are also dead."

"You mean that the death of these disciples is probably premeditated."

"Yes."

"Old seven is the protector of Tianxiang. When Tianxiang is dead, old seven should take full responsibility and let old seven contact Yin and Yang Taoists."

"No matter what price you pay, you must find this man for me."

The people shivered and mentioned that the yin-yang Taoists looked ugly one by one.

"Yes, master."

As soon as the immortal palm sect left, the elders were relieved.

Not long after, in the Kyushu gate, an old man went all the way north.

In the far north, there is an abyss. The abyss is shrouded in fog. You can vaguely see that there are huge virtual shadows shuttling below.

But I can't see what it is.

When the old man came to this place, he felt uncomfortable all over. The abyss below was absorbing his aura, like a big mouth constantly trying to swallow him. This feeling made him very unhappy.

The old man whispered, "I'm the seventh elder of Kyushu gate, elder Tianyun. I want to see the yin-yang Taoist."

There was no response.

The old man repeated what he had just said.

"I'm the seventh elder of Kyushu gate, elder Tianyun. I'd like to see the yin-yang Taoist."

"Your Kyushu gate is really annoying. Come to me for something big. Is I your servant?" Under the abyss, the black fog suddenly condensed into a black dragon and bit half of the old man.

Elder Tianyun stood on his head, "please calm down, please calm down."

"This time, my disciple of Kyushu sect was killed. The sect leader asked me to come."

"Master Yunkun."

The man below hesitated and let him go.

If you don't look at the monk's face, you should look at the Buddha's face. If you don't look at the face of master Yun Kun, this Tianyun elder is already a corpse.

The Taoist priest of yin and Yang pulled the elder Tianyun directly into the abyss.

Through the layers of fog, he came to a world completely constructed by stars and gears.

These stars and gears are running all the time.

It seems to describe a certain texture of heaven and earth.

In front of these gears, there was a man with messy hair and ragged clothes, looking very poor.

But he has a power of returning to nature and frightening the avenue of heaven and earth.

He is a Taoist of yin and Yang.

With a plop, elder Tianyun fell down and ate shit.

Elder Tianyun got up in a panic. He was angry, but he didn't dare to vent. The yin-yang Taoist was at the same level as the sect leader. He couldn't provoke him.

"Come on, what do you want to know?"

"Please find out who killed Tianjiao, Zhang Tianxiang of Kyushu gate."

"It's easy, but the old rules."

"I'll take away your 10000 years of cultivation."

"Good!" Elder Tianyun gritted his teeth.

The Taoist priest of yin and Yang waved his big hand and a blue light swept over the elder Tianyun. The elder Tianyun trembled violently, and then a mouthful of old blood vomited out.

Ten thousand years of cultivation is the price. It's too expensive.