A slightly surprised voice sounded.
This voice seemed to come from another time and space, mysterious and eerie.
Five figures flew from different directions, and then each stood on a mountain peak.
"Meet the Demon Lord!"
The five people knelt on the ground together, kneeling and saluting the mysterious figure above.
"Qi Mufeng and Mei Ruolan, the restrictions on them have been removed. Go find them and bring them back here."
"yes!"
The mysterious figure disappeared.
And the five figures stood up in unison.
"Unexpectedly, there is someone in this world who can break the Demon Lord's restrictions? Who did it?"
"With the strength of the Demon Lord, there are only a handful of people in the world who can undo the restrictions he has placed."
"The World-Destroying Demon Buddha from the Western Buddhism School naturally has this strength. He is also known as the Two Evil Demons together with the Demon Lord."
"If three of the Seven Saints of the Eastern Land join forces, they can do it."
"The ancient emperor of the Zhou Dynasty in the Southern Wilderness, if he is still alive, he can certainly do it, but it is a pity that he has fallen for many years."
> "The Nine Nether Emperor of Beichuan has disappeared for nine hundred years. If he is still alive, he can also break the restrictions of the Demon Lord."
"There is also the land of the Central Plains"
One of them mentioned the land of the Central Plains.
Immediately, the other four people all cast stern looks at him.
"Shut up! Have you forgotten Lord Demon Lord's prohibition? Never mention the Central Plains!"
The man's face suddenly turned pale.
Hurry up and keep silent.
"Let's go, catch Qi Mufeng and Mei Ruolan first!"
"Walk!"
The five of them set off immediately.
Although the Demon Lord's restriction has disappeared on Qi Mufeng and Mei Ruolan.
But it's not without traces.
There is still some breath left.
Based on the remaining aura, the five of them were able to find Qi Mufeng and Mei Ruolan.
Three days later.
The flying boat entered the southern wasteland boundary.
Another ten days passed.
Feizhou arrived at the Tianwu Dynasty.
Because this flying boat was a gift from Emperor Wu Dongfang Su, the people at the border of the Tianwu Dynasty did not stop it.
Returning to the Tianwu Dynasty, Ye Qingyun became even more excited.
It really feels like returning to my hometown.
It was as if the whole person had become more at ease.
Ye Qingyun really wanted to see his Fuyun Mountain right away.
He immediately lay down on the bed he had slept on for ten years.
A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.
Ye Qingyun deeply understood this truth.
Liu Changyue was also very excited.
She hasn't seen her sister for a long time.
She and Liu Xingyue had always been inseparable.
Now that we have been separated for so long, I miss you so much in my heart.
Huikong also had ups and downs in his mood and found it difficult to calm down.
He recalled the days when he chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name at the foot of Fuyun Mountain.
Everything seems like yesterday.
Although he knew that the temple at the foot of Fuyun Mountain might not have a single monk left.
But Huikong still wanted to go back there, to the Shaolin Temple he founded.
Let the incense of Buddhism flourish again.
Chapter completed!