Seeking longevity from the world of Si Teng / Seeking longevity from the world of the Republic of Ch

After seeing Mo Yuan's body, Bai Qian immediately flew out, caught Mo Yuan, and then returned to the side where the fairy clan was standing.

"Master, Master." All the disciples came here.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Bai Qian turned around and shouted.

"Seventeen." Mo Yuan forced himself to shout.

"Master, don't talk anymore, you are seriously injured, Shi Qi will take you to find Zheyan." Bai Qian was already crying.

"wait for me."

After saying this, Mo Yuan closed his eyes and lost all signs of life.

"Master, Master~"

Seeing this scene, the disciples on the side all cried out in pain.

At this time, Doctor Fengyu who accompanied the army finally rushed over.

"Let Rang, let me take a look." Feng Yu called away all the people around Mo Yuan, and then used his magic power to probe Mo Yuan's body.

This Fengyu is also a great god who has survived since ancient times. Although his combat power is not very good, but his medical skills are first-class in the world. He said that the second is only Zheyan from Shili Taolin who dares to be the first. .

"How is it, Lord Fengyu, how is my master?" Bai Qian hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Oh!" Feng Yu shook his head.

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"What do you mean by shaking your head, Fengyu Shangjun, what do you mean by shaking your head, I let you cure my master." Bai Qian said angrily while crying.

"Shangshen Mo Yuan has lost his primordial spirit." Feng Yu sighed.

Bai Qian hugged Mo Yuan's body and cried loudly. She has studied art in Kunlun Market for [-] years, she has the best relationship with Mo Yuan, and Mo Yuan loves her the most on weekdays, so he has deep feelings for Mo Yuan.

"It seems that Mo Yuan sacrificed Yuanshen to seal the Donghuang Bell." Feng Yu guessed.

The Yi clan on the side, especially the princes of Qingcang, saw that after Mo Yuan appeared, their father did not appear for a long time. They didn't know that their father had already encountered an accident. Without Qingcang, they would not be able to win this battle. field battle.

So they were very straightforward. The eldest prince of the Yi clan led a group of high-ranking members of the Yi clan, holding a request to surrender, and came to the gathering place where Bai Qian and others, the high-level officials of the fairy clan, asked to surrender.

"Everyone, this is the descending letter from my Yi Clan. My father has been sealed in the Eastern Emperor Bell. Now the Yi Clan does not want to be enemies with the Celestial Clan. Please accept the descending letter and release my wings." Tens of thousands of remnant soldiers of the family have a way out."

"I want you to be buried with my master." Bai Qian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and shouted at the senior Yi clan who asked to surrender.

Roar, take out the Yuqing Kunlun Fan, and use all your magic power to fan them.

The high-ranking members of the Yi clan who asked to surrender did not react for a while, and were overturned by this blow, while the soldiers of the Yi clan beside them were directly killed.

"My Yiren clan has millions of people. You can't kill them all. My clan sincerely asks for peace, but you treat me like this. If that's the case, then see you on the battlefield."

"Seventeen, this matter is related to the common people in the world, so don't be reckless." The senior brother behind Bai Qian hurriedly stopped him, preventing him from using the second move.

Above the clouds, Qin Li looked at the bloody scene under his feet, shook his head, and didn't want to watch any more. His goal had been achieved, and he was going to continue to study spiritual substances.

Turning around, he disappeared into the clouds.

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A few hours later, Tiangong.

Morning Palace.

Donghua sat on a low chair, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, while reading and listening to Si Ming's report.

"What did you say?" Donghua's eyes suddenly protruded, and he raised his head to look at Si Ming in front of him, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Shangshen Mo Yuan used Yuanshen to sacrifice to the Donghuang Bell, and his soul is gone." Si Ming said again with a heavy heart.

Mo Yuan's death was a great loss for the immortal clan.

Donghua's face was filled with astonishment, and he couldn't calm down his emotions for a long time. After all, Mo Yuan was a monk of the same level as him, and he was also the son of the father god, as old as him. For a while, he really couldn't digest the day when Mo Yuan died. big news.

Until a quarter of an hour later.

Donghua waved his hands with a lonely face and said, "Okay, I understand, you can go down."

"Your Majesty, take your leave." Si Ming bowed and said goodbye.

"Come back." Donghua suddenly shouted again.

Si Ming turned back to Donghua and asked, "Is there anything else the emperor can order?"

Donghua stood up and said, "Although Mo Yuan is dead, fortunately Qingcang was sealed, and that matter should be put on the agenda. You should go to Daziming Palace to handle it."

"My lord obeys."

"Go."

Si Ming slowly withdrew from the Taichen Palace.

Daziming Palace is the palace where the king of the Yi clan lives, and what Donghua said was discussed with Tianjun. Once Qingcang died, he would support a weak and obedient prince as Yijun , suitable for Tiangong to control.

The person they chose was the second prince of the Yi clan - Li Jing.

After Si Ming left, Donghua fell into deep thought. Mo Yuan's death was really hard for him to accept.

The scene that happened in Taichen Palace is not a special case. Anyone who has heard of Mo Yuan's reputation, whether it is Tiangong or Qingqiu, is in an uproar.

At the first time, I will think it is fake news, and then I will slowly accept it in the news again and again.

Because Mo Yuan's prestige is too strong, the god of war recognized everywhere, the figure who stands at the top of the cultivation world, how could he die.

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Kunlun Ruins.

Diefeng and others returned here with Mo Yuan's body.

Because of Mo Yuan's death, the spiritual pulse of Kunlun Ruins has been greatly reduced, and it no longer bears the name of the holy place of the Celestial Clan.

Mo Yuan has lived in Kunlun Ruins for tens of thousands of years, and his aura has long been connected with Kunlun Ruins. When he dies, Kunlun Ruins will decline, but when he lives, Kunlun Ruins will prosper.

Except for the unconscious Bai Qian, Mo Yuan's other sixteen disciples all looked lonely. They knelt in front of Mo Yuan's body, neither speaking nor crying. Candles can be heard.

A few more hours passed.

Just when Diefeng and others were preparing to set up a mourning hall for Mo Yuan, Bai Qian arrived with Zheyan.