Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Back then, there were many powerful people in the sky, so they acted very domineeringly.

Whenever secret realms and small worlds appear.

The strong ones in the sky must go in and search it first, and then practitioners from other worlds can enter.

Anyone who dares to go in first will be met with disaster.

Because of God's behavior, the difference in strength between other realms and God has become greater and greater, and gradually it has become that even if God is the lowest-strength existence, all realms are no match.

After that, any treasures that appear in all realms will be snatched away by God.

If not, the whole family will be killed.

Fortunately, Feng Qingwu, the Lord of Heaven, appeared later, and her strength restrained the behavior of the strong men in Heaven.

This gave everyone from all walks of life a chance to breathe and slowly improve their strength.

To be honest, when Feng Qingwu fell, it was the last thing their hidden family wanted to see. After all, they were the ones who had been robbed the most.

The few resources left in the family have been almost completely plundered by God.

However, fortunately, Feng Qingwu powerfully sealed the sky before his death, which none of them expected.

They can't even get close to the fierce formation that exists outside the sky.

It is precisely for this reason that powerful people from all walks of life who have connections with God cannot open God.

Now, the Lord of Heaven has disappeared for a long enough time, and they are not sure if the people in Heaven have found a way.

"Are we going to stop this competition?" Tantai Jiyue looked at everyone and asked extremely seriously.

"It can't be stopped. The Ye Family Sword Ancestor is not an easy person to deal with. He also practices ancient techniques." Tu Shanli shook his head.

Xuanyuan Linglong said: "The manipulator behind the competition is not Ye Xingchen, he can't stop it."

A family head asked: "Who is he?"

Xuanyuan Linglong said: "Feng Qingran, the daughter of the Lord of Heaven."

Tu Shanli said in disbelief: "Master Xuanyuan, are you sure you are not joking? You don't know the scene of the death of the Lord of Heaven. In that case, even if there is life in her belly, how can she survive?"

Xuanyuan Linglong said firmly: "I don't know, but she is indeed the child of the Lord of Heaven. There is no doubt about it."

Tantai Jiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, "Whose child is Feng Qingran the Lord of Heaven?"

"You can guess this when you see her." After Xuanyuan Linglong finished speaking, she immediately changed the subject, "We can't stop this competition, not even the generous prizes can stop us."

at the same time--

An attic in Qinghe Building.

An old man sighed and said: "You said you are here, why don't you dare to see her?"

Sitting across from him was a gentle and steady man.

"She can't be seen. This is the price I should bear. I can't risk her. Those mysterious people haven't been completely eradicated yet..." The man's voice was low, like spring water in the mountains, slow and slow.

The old man said: "Hey, that child is suffering too. We old guys failed to pave the way for her. She has to face some dangers by herself. Fortunately, she has a few reliable guys around her. If she grows up well, she will be able to Be her support.”

The man looked at the scene outside the window and said, "I hope so."

The old man continued to ask: "God's seal probably won't last long, do you still plan to take care of them?"

"Nan Xuan, what about you? Do you plan to take care of your own body?" The man asked softly, looking at the ravaged face of the old man opposite.

The old man's hair was gray, and there was a faint aura of death lingering around his body, but he didn't care at all and allowed it to envelope him.

The old man still had a smile on his face, "Tianyue, to be honest, I have already lived enough. It is hopeless for me to advance now. Why not enjoy the last time? I want to see the world."

The man pursed his lips and made no further attempts to persuade him.

"Tianyue, I'm leaving first. There are still a lot of scenery waiting for me to discover. You don't need to look for me. I have already prepared a coffin for myself. If there is a suitable place, I will dig a hole for myself. .”

After the old man finished speaking, his figure gradually faded and disappeared opposite the man.

The man picked up the tea cup and took a sip. His eyes fell outside the window again, and a woman in green clothes came into view.

The direction she came from was really Qinghe Tower.

The man's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Feng Qingran was about to step into Qinghe Tower when she noticed someone seemed to be staring at her in the dark.

She raised her head and looked upstairs, and unexpectedly met a pair of peaceful eyes. There was a bit of mystery and depth in the tranquility, which was very complicated.

Feng Qingran couldn't explain exactly what it felt like.

When she wanted to take a closer look, she found that there was nothing there, as if everything just now was her imagination.

Feng Qingran's expression condensed and she walked into Qinghe Tower.

The shopkeeper saw her arrival, greeted her respectfully, and said, "The person you are looking for is on the third floor, Wangyu Pavilion."

"Who lives in Fuguang Attic?" Feng Qingran asked curiously.

Qinghe Tower is a whole but independent.

Each attic is equipped with a formation and has its own scenery. It is a small courtyard design, which is very good at preventing outsiders from disturbing and eavesdropping.

"Fuguang Attic?" The shopkeeper's eyes were confused for a moment, his face gradually darkened, and he lowered his head, "I can't remember."

It stands to reason that there is a record of who lives in each room.

But at this moment, the shopkeeper checked all his memories, but he couldn't remember Fuguang Pavilion.

When Feng Qingran heard the shopkeeper's words, a glint flashed in her eyes, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. We'll talk about it later when you remember it."

Anyone who can erase his memory at will is definitely not easy, and sooner or later he will know his identity.

Feng Qingran waved to the shopkeeper and went to Wangyu Pavilion.

"Junior sister, long time no see. How are you?" Yan Moyu greeted with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yan, have you already comprehended the ancient techniques?" Feng Qingran saw through Yan Moyu's strength at a glance.

When Yan Moyu heard Feng Qingran's name, he was distracted for a moment, feeling that he had forgotten something.

Feng Qingran looked at Diwu and said politely: "Senior Diwu."

Di Wu looked at Feng Qingran in surprise, "Congratulations on your promotion again."

Di Wu clearly remembered that Feng Qingran only had the cultivation level of an Immortal Saint before leaving the battlefield of gods.

Feng Qingran smiled brightly and released the demon giant salamander, which she had been busy forgetting before.

"Gou Xiaowu?!" The devilish baby fish made a surprised sound.

Diwu's expression froze, "Dongji, why did you turn into a fish?"

Dongji Yuanzun was extremely depressed and said: "I just woke up at that time, my head was unclear, and I listened to some people's lies!"

Di Wu glanced at Feng Qingran and remembered the former Dongji Yuanzun.

Dongji Yuanzun was very famous in ancient times. He was extremely cunning and never kept his promises, so only the empress could control him.

Dongji Yuanzun's ability to fall into Feng Qingran's hands was enough to prove that he was not wrong about the person.

Feng Qingran is indeed worth cultivating.

Diwu looked at Dongji Yuanzun and asked: "When will you recover? The underworld is in urgent need of the book of life and death and the pen of destiny."