A scrap collection station comes to mind

Three people, you look at me, I look at you, all six eyes are blank.

What is going on here?

Turning around and walking out, there were two people lying at the door.

Mu Yi and Dong Lai.

Seems to have lost consciousness.

"Xiao Yi!"

Mu Jia quickly went up and helped Mu Yi up.

On the other side, the ancestor of Donglai was also awakened by the madness.

"What's going on?" Mu Jia asked immediately.

"Brother?"

Mu Yi's eyes were also blank, and Patriarch Donglai next to him was even more stunned.

"It seems that, like us, he was also injured by Wangquan."

Wu Xin rubbed his temples, and the two eyebrows on his fair face were wrinkled together.

"Let's not talk about it until we leave here. The Law of Forgettable Spring here will continue to erode our memory."

Mu Jia said something, and then the group left in a hurry.

…

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Netherworld Hall.

But they didn't see Ming Yan and his son, and everyone felt confused.

In the main hall, everyone stared at each other.

"Ahem."

Ancestor Donglai coughed slightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Everyone, I only remember that I arrived at the end of the River of Forgetfulness with you, and I have no memory of what happened after that." Ancestor Donglai said.

Mu Jia and the others didn't say much. He had been in the pool for a long time, and his memory loss was even more serious.

His memory was still stuck two days ago. He only remembered that he had just overheard Wu Xin's plan, and then it was like it was fragmented, with no memory at all.

Neither Wanmang nor Wuxin are much better.

Especially for Wu Xin, his memory still lingered on that day when he was preparing to discuss with Ming Yan.

Although the memory is lost, they still know what they are planning to do.

There is no doubt that something happened when they went to stop Wu Xin.

This accident was something Wu Xin himself had not expected.

"Brother Wu Xin, have you seen that person?" Mu Jia asked directly.

When Wu Xin heard this, he frowned, "Brother Mu Jia, who are you talking about?"

"Who else can it be, Kunlun?" Mu Jia said loudly, "Holy Lord Kunlun."

Wu Xin's face didn't look good. In fact, he didn't even remember whether he had seen that existence.

"Aren't you going to transcend him to improve your strength?" Mu Jia said immediately.

When Wu Xin heard this, his face became even more gloomy, "We all have memory loss now. The power of Wangquan is not small. I'm afraid it will take a while to recover this memory..."

"snort."

Yan Mang interrupted him, "It makes no sense to talk about this now. Have you ever thought about where that existence is now? Where are Ming Yan and his son now?"

Everyone was silent.

There is nothing in that underground space except Wangquan. If the Holy Lord Kunlun really exists and is in that underground space, there is no doubt that he has escaped by now.

As for Ming Yan and his son, no one can tell what happened and where they are now.

Mu Jia said, "Brother Wu Xin, did you know early on that Kunlun was still alive?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Wu Xin.

Wu Xin's face was livid, he hesitated for a long time, and then said, "I just learned by chance that Holy Lord Kunlun may not have completely fallen. After the catastrophe, he was probably imprisoned by the Nether Clan. I came to Bei this time. Mainland China just wants to confirm."

It was said to be confirmation, but in fact, Wu Xin was definitely sure of it. After all, a being like him couldn't be so rash.

His purpose was very simple, he came to Kunlun.

"So, the few of us are probably following the path of Holy Lord Kunlun."

Ancestor Donglai said angrily, "In other words, this existence has now escaped."

Everyone's faces became extremely serious.

"Two dear brothers, if the Holy Lord Kunlun is born, I'm afraid it will cause quite a disturbance." He said worriedly.

Finally, he set his sights on Mu Jia, "Brother Mu Jia, the inheritor of Kunlun, didn't you join your sect? Didn't you notice the existence of Kunlun in advance?"

Mu Jia shook his head, unwilling to admit it, "The Holy Lord of Kunlun fell suddenly. Although there were many doubts, in that era, the fall of strong men was commonplace, not to mention that so much time has passed, and his successors have already appeared. , the inner world has been found, so I was sure before that he had indeed fallen. Who would have thought..."

Having said this, Mu Jia paused and looked around the crowd, "Everyone, please be patient. My memory is damaged right now. It's useless to say anything. It's better to rest for a few days and wait for the memory to recover." Now, I understand everything naturally.”

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing. This feeling of memory loss was really uncomfortable.

His eyes swept across the hall as if he had discovered something, "Where's Brother Chen? Why isn't he here?"

It seemed that only then did everyone realize that Chen Muyu was not at the scene.

A pair of eyes looked towards Patriarch Donglai.

Ancestor Donglai was stagnant, his memory was also missing, and he was a little confused for a moment.

"I'm here."

At this moment, a voice came from the door, and then Chen Muyu strolled in.

"You didn't go to that wasteland?"

When Chen Muyu sat down, Mu Jia immediately asked.

Chen Muyu spread his hands and said, "Brother Mu Jia, didn't we agree a long time ago that I will not participate in the fight between you, and I don't have the strength to participate."

To be honest, Chen Muyu said this, which really embarrassed Mu Jia. He didn't remember any agreement with Chen Muyu at all.

Looking at the confused and eager eyes in front of him, Chen Muyu suddenly felt a little funny.

"What's going on, everyone?"

Chen Muyu looked at everyone in confusion.

"Brother Chen, how long has it been since we left?" Yan Mang asked.

Perhaps Chen Muyu is the only sober one here.

"Six days." Chen Muyu said directly.

6 days?

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.

Six days have actually passed, and they have no impression of these six days, as if someone had stolen these six days away from them.

"What happened in the past six days?" Yan Mang asked immediately.

"How do I know what's going on? I've always been here for you."

Chen Muyu shook his head repeatedly, "However, three days ago, Netherworld King seemed to have come back, but he left in a hurry soon..."

"oh?"

Doubts appeared on several people's faces again.

Mu Yi asked, "Where did you go?"

"I don't know." Chen Muyu said.

Mu Yi frowned, "You didn't ask?"

"Why should I ask?"

Chen Muyu asked back, "When he came back, he was very angry, and I'm not familiar with him, so why bother with this? He doesn't go anywhere, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, right?"