"What's going on?"
"Oh my god, look, it's a celestial sword …"
The Xuan-Yuan Sword streaked across the void, its sharp sword intent piercing through the void and shooting in the direction of the Land of Fog. This scene happened to be witnessed by those who were looking for celestial opportunities. They became even more excited and fascinated by the path of cultivation.
The ancestral land of the Jin family, where the Xuan-Yuan Sword was sealed, was in a mess at the moment. The moment the Xuan-Yuan Sword broke through the void, the overflowing sword aura almost erased the Jin family from the world.
Fortunately, the Jin family's disciples had improved their realms during the recovery of spirit qi on Earth. They had strengthened the ancient formation and their own cultivation had skyrocketed, which saved them from disaster.
But for the Jin family, which had already suffered a great loss in the battle with Feng Hao, the Xuan-Yuan Sword's disrespectful sword aura directly caused the Jin family to suffer another heavy blow.
"What did we do to deserve this?"
"Heavens, how can you be so unfair …"
The senior members of the Jin family were all old men. Tears of regret flowed from the corners of their eyes, regretting how they had provoked Feng Hao back then.
But what was done was done, and there was no point in regretting. The Jin family was destined to move forward in a bumpy road, and it would be difficult for them to return to their former heyday.
…
The Xuan-Yuan Sword left the ancestral land of the Jin family. Many cultivators who had been amazed by the sword had been paying attention to the changes in the ancestral land.
Now that the Xuan-Yuan Sword had appeared again and headed straight for the Land of Fog, many people vaguely guessed something.
Perhaps Feng Hao had already entered the Land of Fog.
After all, the Xuan-Yuan Sword's first appearance was for Feng Hao's use. Now that it had awakened again, it must have sensed something.
"To the Land of Fog. Even Feng Hao has gone there. There must be great opportunities there …"
"This is too exciting. Not to mention the recovery of spirit qi on Earth, the Land of Fog on Earth must be full of opportunities …"
Many forces secretly paying attention to the Land of Fog were also preparing for expeditions to the Land of Fog in search of greater opportunities.
Almost all the cultivators in Huaxia had reached a consensus. Wherever Feng Hao was, there must be opportunities.
At the same time, the little ball guarding the Jade Dragon Mountain Taoist Field was also eager to make a move.
However, it was in a very bad mood at the moment. It was throwing a tantrum at the top of a snowy mountain, shaking the mountains and earth.
If not for the new Primeval Lord of Heaven's protection, an apocalyptic avalanche would have occurred. On the other side, after the Fire Qilin had switched identities with Yan Seven of the Divine Flame Race, it had come looking for him again. It wanted to leave the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain without Little Ball's knowledge and go to the land of fog to dig graves … no, to search for fortune.
Flame Seven had an ugly expression on his face. He had been punished by Little Ball after Feng Hao had captured the Fire Qilin. Although it wasn't a painful punishment, his impression of him had dropped significantly. This was a very bad thing.
His impression was related to his position in Feng Hao's heart in the future, and he could not allow it to drop. Therefore, in order to increase his impression in Little Ball's heart, he had been working very hard in the Snow Mountain Dojo. He did not act like an expert from the Immortal Realm and was very down-to-earth.
But now, the Fire Qilin had come to find him again. It seemed like it was pestering him and wouldn't stop until it dragged him into the eighteenth level of hell.
"Can you let me go? You're a holy beast, don't you think it's immoral to do this all the time? "
Yan Seven shook his head and refused. No matter what, he would never agree to it again.
The Fire Qilin's nostrils spat out a breath of fire. It glared at Yan Seven with its giant eyes and said, "You say this sage is immoral? What do you mean? Are you trying to measure this sage's worth? Come, come, come, let's go outside the dojo and have a fight. If I win, I won't trouble you. If you lose, you'll have to help this sage one more time. "
Yan Seven rolled his eyes. "If I could beat you, I wouldn't have helped you last time. I've already done my best. Go find someone else!"
Yan Seven turned around to leave, but he had only taken a few steps when the Fire Qilin's expression changed. It said gently, "Aiyo, Little Seven, since we are of the same origin, and our ancestors may even be family for several hundred generations, help this sage one more time. This time, I'm not going to the land of fog to cause trouble, I'm going to help the Wind Emperor. You should know … I came from the land of fog."
Yan Seven's expression was very ugly. He looked at the crazy Little Ball on the distant mountain peak and became even more determined to stay away from the Fire Qilin.
"I'm sorry, this matter is not negotiable."
"F * ck, you bastard who gave birth to a son without a mother …"
The Fire Qilin began a torrent of curses. It definitely didn't dare to attack. This was Feng Hao's bottom line, so it could only curse a few times.
Yan Seven frowned and simply sealed off his hearing. No matter how much the Fire Qilin cursed, he couldn't hear a single word. It was as if he was burying his head in the sand.
However, the Fire Qilin was so angry that it almost vomited blood. Yan Seven actually ignored it. Was his mental endurance really that strong?
It had already cursed Yan Seven's entire family and the female ancestors, but he still acted as if nothing had happened.
"You win …"
The Fire Qilin admitted defeat. It didn't think that Yan Seven had no bottom line at all. No matter how it cursed, the Fire Qilin remained indifferent.
"Comfortable now?"
The Fire Qilin had just finished muttering when an extremely familiar voice rang out behind him. His body trembled and he turned around to look at the lazy Little Ball. His expression immediately turned into a flattering one as he wagged his flaming little tail, "Liege Lord Beast God, I've just learned this from the human society."
The Fire Qilin sneaked a glance at Little Ball and grinned, "It's not a problem, right?"
"It's not a problem, it's just a little lacking in morals."
Little Ball snorted without giving the Fire Qilin any face. Then, it looked toward the southwest and sighed softly, "Ai …"
The Fire Qilin's ears immediately perked up. This seemed to be the first time it had seen the Beast God sigh.
Wagging its little tail, the Fire Qilin blinked its bell-like eyes and asked tentatively, "Did the Beast God encounter something that worries you? Is there anything you need me to do for you? "
The Fire Qilin looked at the Fire Qilin expectantly. This was a good chance to get closer to the Beast God.
Although Little Ball was the size of a cat or dog, the energy contained within its body was as vast as the ocean in the Fire Qilin's eyes.
"Do you have a way to go to the Land of Fog?" Little Ball looked at the Fire Qilin.
It had no choice. The Jade Dragon Snow Mountain Dojo needed it as its second-in-command. There were many things that it needed to make decisions on.
There was no way it could leave.
The Fire Qilin's eyes lit up and it nodded repeatedly, "There is. Have that Yan Seven pretend to be you, then you become Yan Seven and let me take you away."
The corner of Little Ball's mouth twitched slightly. This trick again …
But when it thought about it carefully, it seemed very feasible. The Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was currently under construction in an orderly manner. Now that the Primordial Lord of Heaven was here, it didn't matter whether he was there or not.
"You don't need to go," Little Ball said while looking at the Fire Qilin.
"My Lord, I seem to have forgotten to change my Form Displacement Thaumaturgy …" The Fire Qilin slapped its forehead and said absentmindedly.
"You've got quite the guts." Little Ball's eyes were filled with coldness.
The Fire Qilin said blankly, "My Lord has misunderstood, I really forgot …"
"Forget it, let's not waste time. It'll be boring if we're late."
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