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Chang did not have time to think, he knew that Meng Huan really hadn't died, his thoughts turned around, but he passed behind Ji Hao in a flash: "Dead!"

Ji Hao was suddenly attacked while he was severely injured, but he didn't really have any luck with Meng. Anyone who could help save his life had only time to stagger a little bit of the key, and ate a solid note on his back.

But first Meng Huanzhen and then Ji Hao, with a momentary time difference, Ji Hao was not as caught off guard as Meng Huanzhen, and was already able to reluctantly move. Ji Hao is worthy of being one of the strongest people today. As soon as he took a note, his elbows also hit Chang Bumei's chest.

Chang Bumei's chest collapsed, and he smashed away with blood all the way, with a strange laugh: "This death of you, the country is in chaos, hahahaha..."

Ji Hao squirted blood and knelt on the ground, regretting it in his heart. Chang Bumei means that he understands that he does not want anyone to completely unify the rivers and mountains. If Meng Huanzhen has the upper hand, he will attack Meng Huanzhen; if Ji Hao has the upper hand, he will attack Ji Hao, and in short, he will separate Jiuding. , No one can gather. In other words, there must be secret schemes when he urged himself to let Heaven transform the tripod.

But at this time, it was too late to wake up. He died soon. At most, he would forcefully suppress his injuries and suppress other concordants to compromise. It would never be possible to unify by force.

And Meng Huanzhen? Where did she go?

How Ji Hao felt, he couldn't sense Meng Huanzhen's existence.

No bones?

Shouldn't...

With a "bang", Ji Hao's thoughts were disturbed. That was the sound of Qiankun Ding landing.

From the time the two shook and fell, until Meng Huan really disappeared, Ji Hao was wounded and often did not go far away. All this was between the electric light and flint. Until this time, the falling Qiankun Ding had just landed and smashed out. A few miles deep.

The groundwater spewed out and quickly formed a puddle.

The aura of the Qiankun Ding was immersed in it, slowly overflowing, and it was as ethereal as a dream.

Ji Hao struggled to get his Universe Emperor Sword into his hands, and Zhu Jian stood up. In the pool water, Qiankun Ding slowly floated up.

Ji Hao stretched out his hand and beckoned over and stroked Ding body: "Let's go, man, you are mine. What a pity the price..."

He paused, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this moment, a pair of young men and women rushed all the way from the other side, and at a glance they saw the star and soul clouds on the edge of the pool. The young man tremblingly picked up the divine sword and looked at Ji Hao angrily.

Ji Hao suddenly turned his head, the dazzling light scared the young men and women to stop moving, gritted their teeth, turned and ran. Ji Hao raised his palm as if to attack, but there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he could only watch the boy slip away.

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The ancestral hall of the Patriarch a thousand years later.

Amidst the cracks in the space, everyone was unable to maintain the operation of the exercise due to the repulsive force of the counter-shock. Everyone was shaken up, and everyone flew away and hit the wall of the ancestral temple. The ancestral ancestral hall that had been reinforced by the Kuiye formation couldn't help this impact, and the ancestral ancestral hall collapsed.

It also seems to symbolize that this Xingyue Holy Land, an independent ancestral hall dedicated to the portrait of the patriarch, seems to have no meaning.

Xue Qingqiu and Chang Bumei held hands, everyone was shocked and fell out of time and space. At the moment when it was not allowed to happen, Xue Mu pulled Meng Huanzhen's wrist out.

In the eyes of people thousands of years ago, she was dead too... no bones?

This did not affect any cause and effect, but successfully saved her...

No, maybe it still affected the cause and effect, such as that piece of debris? This cause and effect is great...

Or in other words, the original Meng Huanzhen didn't die, but after a thousand years? This is the real historical fact?

Yuan Zhong's anti-causal technique still seems to be working. What kind of inverse cause and effect of the ghost, it is clearly not clear what is the cause and what is the effect...

Anyway, Xue Mu has no time to consider these logics, and it seems that there is no need to consider it again.

The nephrite jade was warm and fragrant under her body, and her chest was ups and downs, and she could feel her soft temperature, and the slight sniffles moved on the cheeks, very fragrant.

No longer a dream, a real person.

Xue Mu raised his head hard, and shook away the roof tiles that were buried in his head.

Meng Huanzhen was lying under him, looking at him with his eyes open, with unbelievable confusion and unspeakable surprises in his eyes.

"Am I... dreaming?"

"No, it's true."

"Where is this?" Meng Huanzhen didn't have the will to get up at all. Amidst this fragmented wall, she looked like a fairyland in her eyes.

Xue Mu hadn't answered yet, and there was an old voice beside him saying: "Xue Mu, you are smashing the old man, this cause and effect... you actually have a thousand years... oh how can I put it..."

Meng Huanzhen turned his head and took a look: "Who is this monk with such a weak causal aura? I know a monk named Yin who is very good at this aspect. I asked him to teach you? He was injured badly before. I don't know him. If you don’t grab the causal cauldron, if you die, there will be no way..."

Yuan Zhong burst into tears, I’m so weak, I’m so sorry... Oh no, because I have lived for a few years after grabbing the tripod, thank you for your concern... Oh no, you know Yin is really amazing, I can sign a name What... The old monk didn't know where to start, but for the first time in his life he wanted to verbally abuse his mother.

Xue Mu chuckled, and Meng Huan blinked his eyes in confusion.

Then I saw three beautiful faces appeared before my eyes. One grace, one innocence, one coquettish. All three faces are full of curiosity, like watching some rare treasure.

Meng Huanzhen's eyes slowly widened. The beauty of these women is of secondary importance, but the breath of two of them...that technique...

Then the innocent woman with dark night breath squatted down and poked Meng Huanzhen’s face: "When I was a child, I almost didn’t get killed by the master when I was poking the portrait...This is a living patriarch, haha..."

Xue Qingqiu slapped his head on the back of Kuiye.

Yaoye immediately turned into the image of a child and began to roll: "People are still young..."

Meng Huanzhen was in a daze, Xue Mu fainted with sweat on his forehead.

Xue Qingqiu smiled and said, "Xue Qingqiu and Qin Kuiye, descendants of the 50th generation of Xingyue Sect, pay homage to the ancestor... Privately suggest that the ancestor should change his posture to see future generations better. This appearance is not too elegant.

Meng Huanzhen is still lying down, Xue Mu is still pressed on him...

She looked dumbfounded.

Qin Wuye almost didn't smile. She thought it was too cola. She had participated so actively in the matter before. At least 80% of the factors were that she wanted to see this scene. Now it really appeared. It was so interesting.

Xue Qingqiu was also laughing, Kuiye was rolling, Yuan Zhong squatted in the corner and muttered endlessly, surrounded by countless Xingyue Gates, they were very nervous: "Sect Master? Who overthrew the ancestral temple?"

Xue Qingqiu's tone was cool: "Your ancestors have all been overthrown, let alone an ancestral hall."

Among the chicken feathers, Xue Mu sweated profusely and picked up the dazed Meng Huanzhen, and ran away without a trace.