Chapter 819
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Heh, with just a piece of trash like him?
What a joke!
Di Ming Jue orders people to take Mo Rufeng away, and dismisses everyone.
Only Elder Chang, Elder Ji, Star Wolf, and Ying Mei were left in the hall.
Di Ming Jue's body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Jun Shang –!!!"
"Jun Shang, how are you?!"
Han Ye says with a sobbing tone: "Without the protection of the Qiankun Mirror, Ying Mei and I wouldn't have been able to return in one piece. Jun Shang used his own divine power to protect us. But the spatial tears that Jun Shang has suffered are clearly more serious than mine and Ying Mei's. "
Di Ming Jue coldly says: "Ben Jun is fine, why are you panicking?"
Elder Chang glared at Elder Ji and roared, "What are you waiting for? Why aren't you coming to treat Jun Shang?! "
Old Man Ji snapped out of his daze and stumbled over to the front.
But Di Ming Jue waves his hand away, coldly saying: "Ben Jun is well aware of my own body, I only need to go into seclusion to recuperate."
Hearing Di Ming Jue say that he's fine, and seeing his calm and composed appearance, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
But at this time, Di Ming Jue's cold voice suddenly rings out, "Mo Rufeng, how did you know that Ben Jun is in the Yanwu Continent? How can he get close to the Universe Mirror? "
Hearing this, Old Man Ji's body suddenly trembled, and his face immediately turned ashen.
= = =
It's been nearly a month since Di Ming Jue left.
The competition of the Nether Flame Army finally came to an end.
In the end, more than a thousand Nether Flame Army elites obtained the [Spirit Moulding Pill].
As for the other members of the Nether Flame Army, they received the Spiritual Cultivation Pill.
At this time, in the Yanwu Continent, no one knows that in the coming year,
The number of people who ascended to the Immortal Cultivation Continent would increase exponentially.
In the end, more than three thousand people successfully molded their Spiritual Roots and followed Muyan's footsteps to the Xiuzhen Continent.
Even those who stayed behind had their cultivations advance by leaps and bounds, becoming a tyrant of the Yanwu Continent.
Very soon, Jun Muyan and her Nether Flame Army will become a legend.
In the Yanwu Continent, it is a miracle that no one has ever done before, and no one will be able to surpass.
"Your injury is no longer a problem." Mu Yan withdraws her hand from Chang Yu's wrist and gently says, "Now that your Dantian has been activated, Internal Force can no longer be used. The Yanwu Continent is no longer suitable for your survival. Chang Yu, I have already expelled the Desolate Qi from your body. It is time for you to return to the place that belongs to you. "
Chang Yu's body tensed up.
His gaze unblinkingly falls on Muyan, "Miss, I don't want to go."
Muyan smiles faintly, "You don't belong here. The barren air of the Yanwu Continent will only corrode your Spiritual Root little by little. Furthermore, there will be a day when the Nether Flame Army and I will head to the Cultivation Continent. At that time, we will meet again. "
Now, many people in the Hellflame Valley had noticed Chang Yu's change and incompatibility.
His appearance had almost no resemblance to before.
That ordinary face had been replaced by a resolute face that seemed to have been carved out by a chisel.
This was all because Chang Yu's previous cultivation, appearance, and memories had all been sealed.
Now that his Dantian had been unsealed, Chang Yu's appearance had gradually recovered, and even his memories had returned bit by bit.
Chang Yu remembered his sect, his family, and his hatred.
Yes, he should go back to the Cultivation World that belonged to him.
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