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The Shuiyue Kingdom, Thunder Nation, and Stone City were forced to a corner and had actually blown up the void passage that led to their country. The Mudian College had been used by the phoenix-race as a trap and had actually turned into an empty courtyard.

When she left East Continent, the Jun Family and the Feng Family had a huge battle.

Although the Feng Family was strong, they were still no match for the Jun Family. However, the Ji Family had activated their divine item — — yin prison, which was an extremely strong divine tool that was also ranked on the archaic artefact s list.

In order to avoid the danger, the Jun Family had no choice but to activate their secret array to conceal themselves.

However, the phoenix-race did not give up on Chu Yun and actually formed an alliance with the Eastern Emergence Country.

At that time, she had killed Shi Ling at the academy, so it was clear that they could no longer be on good terms with the Eastern Emergence Kingdom. If the Feng Family had used the eastern region as the starting point to head towards the exit, even without the aid of the Void Dao, it wouldn't take them long to reach the exit.

And now, it was obvious that Chu Yun was unable to contend against phoenix-race, which even the Jun Family had to avoid.

Yun Jinxiu took out the star diagram, deduced the location of the Eastern Emergence Nation, and furrowed his brows slightly.

Even if they didn't rely on the Void Pathway, it would only take them a year to reach the clouds.

Previously, Gong Liche said that he would look for someone to protect Chu Yun, but he did not bring up this matter again. If Gong Liche were to make a move, there should not be any major problems …

Thinking about it, Yun Jinxiu felt at ease and finally took out the last secret letter.

There was no note on the envelope. There were only four words written on it: "Embroidery."

Yun Jinxiu was startled, why would the Life and Death Sect send her a letter? The handwriting seemed somewhat familiar.

Yun Jinxiu opened the envelope and retrieved two letters from inside. When he saw the contents, he was startled, it was Jun Qingchen.

Different from Gong Liche's unrestrained and unrestrained style, Jun Qingchen's words were like his, smooth like jade and filled with the bones of the dead. In between the strokes, there was a very modest and noble manner, and even more so, an endless amount of respect flowed between the lines.

Previously, when they were both sent to copy the last line of the Six Paths of the Dao, she knew that this person was worthy of the word 'monarch' in his name.

What was funny was that the paper was filled with words, but they were all about other people's matters.

Murong, Nie Yu, Chen Yi, Shui Er, Shui Er and Sikong Nan had all been training in the Level 7 Trial in the academy. They had almost died several times, but they had still persevered in the end.

Although the academy was empty, the dean and the few elders still stood firm. This was a common memory shared by all the students.

The last sentence only vaguely mentioned himself, but only a few numbers: "Everything is safe, sometimes meeting, do not worry."

Yun Jinxiu read for a moment, then folded the letter.

In the end, Jun Qingchen was just reporting the good news without reporting anything. The current Eastern Desolation was being disturbed by the Feng Family, it had been a mess for a long time.

The Sikong Family was completely attached to the phoenix-race, causing Sikong Nan to have no choice but to escape with the rain and mist.

The Chenchen clan had been completely destroyed, and their entire clan had been exterminated.

Murong Li, Lei Jun, Shui Er all had their own homes that were hard to return to, so they could only drift about outside.

Thinking about the everyone's miserable state, Yun Jinxiu's heart was filled with rage. Feng Tianyi was so capable, the fable Sikong Qing told back then, was really true.

After thinking for a moment, she took out the letter and replied with the word "Gui".

One day, she would definitely return in a domineering fashion, trample all over phoenix-race and wash away her previous shame!

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Southern region suddenly sank into a strange calm these few days.

All the major powers were still in high spirits, and the commoners were gossiping about the events of the day as usual.

However, his nerves were sensitive, and he could faintly smell a dark surging smell.

Yun Clan sunk into silence, and no one came to pay them a visit, yet Yun Jinxiu, who was usually cold and aloof, personally paid them a visit.

However, this matter magically spread throughout White Tiger City before Yun Jinxiu even arrived.

"Hey, have you heard? Then Yun Jinxiu will reconcile with Yun Clan! "

"Really?" The moment the Sect Head Chu's position fell, she impatiently went to find a new backer? "

Although the Yun Clan is not as good as the Life and Death Sect, but at least it can be considered as a first-rate power, at least it's better than nothing!

Heh heh, then I'm planning on becoming a new power. I heard that there are only a few people in the whole, and only Sai Xishi can be considered strong. Why would such a power be established? Isn't that just slapping me in the face? "

The crowd burst into an uproar as they mocked and ridiculed her. These words were spread into the Yun Clan like a gale wind.

"Previously, we invited so many people to help Yun Jinxiu, but she didn't come, and she kept embarrassing us, but now she is running over here again, hmph!" Yun Ao sneered.

"If she truly wishes to return, there is no reason why she shouldn't." Yun Teng said, "The Nine Hexes and the Divine Equipment will become the treasures of the Yun Family in the future. If the Ji Family wants that Yun Jinxiu, I will just hand him over to them!"

Yun Mohan who was seated beside had a slightly ugly expression on his face: "Yun Teng, what do you mean by this? "Putting aside the Nine Taboo: Divine Artifact, her current Embroidery strength is that of a genius. With such talent, her future accomplishments can be imagined, yet you are so eager to chase her out of the sect?"

The competition among the clan's younger generation was fierce, but among his descendants, not a single one was able to meet their expectations. If Embroidery was willing to return, he was willing to do so.

Yun Teng couldn't help but mock him coldly. "Mo Han, Yun Jinxiu and Yun Clan are completely different from each other. Jian Qiao is so sick that she didn't even come to take a look, yet you still expect such a heartless and unscrupulous thing to be loyal to Yun Clan?"

Yun Mohan said with a cold face, "If you did not frame me all those years ago, would the brocade have left such a deep wound in my heart?"

"Sigh, Mo Han, you have tacitly agreed to this matter, how can we blame all of it on the family?" Yun Teng retorted.

Seeing that the two were about to argue, Yun Tian frowned, "Mo Han, you decide this matter. After all, brocade is your flesh and blood."

Yun Mohan's eyes flashed. If it was before, she could return at any time, since the Life and Death Sect was like the sun in the sky, with such a huge backing, everyone would be happy to see it happen. But now that Chu Mengxun's whereabouts were unknown, I heard that the Ji Clan released the blood monster, causing Chu Mengxun to be severely injured.

In other words, the Ji Clan had even moved the Life and Death Sect.

Once Chu Mengxun fell, the Ji Clan would definitely direct their gaze towards him, and at this time, if Yue Yang returned to Yun Clan, naturally, the Yun Clan would also be targeted by the Ji Clan.

Yun Clan was currently in a state of ascension, there were no benefits in facing off against the Ji Clan. Besides, the Ji Clan still had terrifying beasts like the blood monster.

He struggled in his heart to bring the brocade back.

Furthermore, why would the rich brocade suddenly visit them? Could it be that he came to the Yun Clan for help?

If he was really asking for help, what choice would he have?

With all of these possibilities struggling in his mind, Yun Mohan pondered for a long time before saying: "Okay."

Outside the hall gate, a group of dresses quietly floated away.