The poor old man was reduced to ashes, and he died with a confused look on his face.

He thought that the plan was thorough, but it was impossible to imagine that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind.

He also had serious doubts about life, even though he was a peak immortal king, he was defeated so miserably.

Mengxian turned around and appeared in front of Zhao Yun in his dream.

Mr. Zhao was in urgent need of urination. It was such a narrow road between enemies!

"Mo Tian's finger is right here with you."

Mengxian looked directly at Zhao Yun, his expression neither happy nor worried.

But just such a gesture made Yun Yan look frightened.

"Not here."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, and what he said was true.

It's a sacred object of the Daluo Immortal Sect! It has been given to Bu Nian Tian a long time ago.

He couldn't understand what Mengxian wanted from the sacred objects of the Daluo Immortal Sect.

He didn't know, and neither did Yunyan.

As I said before, she doesn't have all of my memories.

Just like the poor old man just now, she has no memory at all.

"So you two know each other!"

Dapeng chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he was basically certain that Yun Yan was the incarnation of Meng Xian.

Given this relationship, Mengxian should not harm them.

Mengxian said nothing, and took Zhao Yun and Dapeng into the Zi Mansion with a flick of her sleeves. She came as fast as she left, and she left even faster without taking anything from the sky with her. She disappeared with a whoosh. This is the way of dreams, conquering the heavens.
Chapter completed!