This threatening sentence is obviously much more powerful than the previous sentence.

I saw that in the single prison of only seven or eight square meters, the old man Mo Xin sat on the wooden bed, his expression was much gloomy and cold than before. In just a few seconds, the old man Mo Xin said to the Hetu:

"Xian'er's attainments in the Five Elements Formation and Mechanical Enchantment are not inferior to you. You want to scare me by one hundred years."

Hetu knew that the old man Mo Xin was just stubborn, and smiled and said:

"Do you think Xian'er can break the three immortals and three games? I still feel it's difficult in this Tower of Heaven. How can your niece easily break the game?"

The old man Mo Xin obviously knew the danger of Tongtian Tower, and he was trapped in this prison by Xian'er. The old man Mo Xin knew very well that Xian'er knew that Xian'er was dangerous behind him, so he didn't want to follow him.

Thinking of this, the old man Demon Heart was actually extremely anxious.

She pondered for a moment and said to Hetu:

"President Zhen, I am just rude. I hope Master Zhen will not be surprised.

Since Master Zhen did not inform Mr. Lu Cha of this matter immediately, I want to come to Master Zhen to follow us, and there is a purpose. I am willing to make a transaction with Master Zhen, what does Master Zhen think about it?"

"Trade? OK, I like trading the most." Hetu replied quite readily:

"If you answer a few questions from me, I will get your niece back."

"That's not necessary. Please let Master Zhen let me go out. I can answer any questions about Master Zhen at that time."

The old man Demon Heart stood behind the special prison and said to Hetu.

"I'll ask first." Hetu didn't talk much nonsense to her, and asked:

"What are you doing when you run here in the middle of the night?"

Although the old man Demon Heart was not happy, he still said in a deep voice:

"Xian'er wants to come and find her father."

When Hetu heard the old man Moxin's words, his heart skipped a beat, and Qingming's face changed slightly.

Xian'er has always claimed to be the daughter of Tian Chong Zhenren. To be honest, He Tu believes in one point. Qingming used Dadu arithmetic to calculate it, but he couldn't figure it out. After all, there is no paternity test technology, and technology is like magic. This sentence is not something you can say.

But when the old man Demon Heart said that the possibility that Xian'er was the daughter of Tianzhong Zhenren took a sharp turn for the worse, increasing by three points.

After all, it is impossible for the two of them to collude to act like this on purpose, and they would not do this even if they were caught in the forehead.

"Who is her father?"

When the old man Moxin frowned when he heard the problem of the Hetu:

"This is a matter within my Jitian Demon Palace. Master Zhen asked if it was too broad."

Hetu was about to threaten again, but he was stunned and picked up Qingming and left.

The old man Demon Heart looked shocked and shouted:

"Why don't you trust me? Let me out!"

But the Hetu has long disappeared, and no one can reply to her.

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At this time, on the top of the Tower of Tongtian, Xian'er had quietly touched the bronze door where Kuafu's right hand was.

This copper door is the last pass.

Xian'er took a deep breath, her chest undulated slightly, and with the faint light, she began to study the copper door.

But just as Xian'er was fully focused, she did not notice that a figure appeared silently behind her.

The figure stretched out his hand to Xian'er's head...

"Dong."

The copper door made a sound.

Xian'er was stunned for a moment, and then she saw that the copper door in front of her was actually opened. Standing behind the door was the Hetu and Qingming Festival.

The moonlight was cold, and in the octagonal tower top hall, the river map was covered with moonlight, and a silver-white edge was traced. He raised his hand and hugged it and said:

"I hope the immortal will raise his hands and save this female cultivator's life."

Xian'er suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a fair face standing behind him with a smile on his face.

This is... Mr. Wanling?!

It’s a bit wrong to call a layman, now it’s time to call an immortal.

In Hetu's eyes, the lay Buddhist Wanling is indeed an immortal.

[Realm: The third-grade river map of the living immortals is the first time I have seen a living immortal. I don’t know what level it is. I don’t know if it is a bronze or a king.

But it is probably divided by grade.

It looks like something.

"All spirits... immortals?"

Xian'er took a few steps back and almost pressed to Hetu's chest. Hetu was gentlemanly and had already prepared for her to be a backrest, but Qingming stretched out a hand and pressed against Xian'er's back.

【Frustrated witch's scheming +10】

"You still call me

Just be a lay Buddhist Wanling.”

Mr. Wan Ling smiled at the Hetu:

"I didn't expect that Master Zhen also came. If you hadn't spoken out, your friend might have been gone."

Xian'er's face changed, and her mood suddenly dropped:

【Things are big - 100】

Hetu had many questions in his heart, but it was obviously not the same thing to put the immortal in the middle and talk to the lay Buddhist Wanling. Hetu made way out and said:

"Laby, let's come in and talk, is that okay?"

“Okay.”

Mr. Wanling nodded, and Xian'er hurriedly entered the Octagonal Hall from the place where the Hetu made way out. Mr. Wanling also walked in.

I saw the huge Kuafu's right hand in the middle of the Octagonal Hall, holding the brazier around him without any strength, and the darkness was gone.

This is not the first time I have seen the River Map and Qingming Festival, so I don’t feel much about it. Xian’er’s mood has changed a lot:

【Wonder +50】

Several people walked into the Octagonal Hall, but Kuafu saw no reaction on his right hand. In the Octagonal Hall, the braziers located in the Octagonal Hall were all extinguished at this time, and the hall seemed extremely dark.

When the lay Buddhist Wan Ling raised his hand, the eight braziers all ignited spontaneously, illuminating the hall.

Time is tight, there are too many questions, and there is no trace of the river map, so I asked directly:

"Why did Mr. Wanling come here?"

Mr. Wanling touched his beard and smiled:

"When the fourth spiritual power test the day after tomorrow, you will know why I came to the Lingshan Heavenly Palace."

He Tu complained in his heart: You won’t be like Tian Xiong, just look at it directly?

However, after looking at the skill of Mr. Wanling, he did not have the skill of [Seeing through], but Mr. Wanling is a living immortal now, so he might have some special skills.

"Is the old man Lucha invited the layman to come?"

Hetu asked another question, and Mr. Wanling did not avoid his relationship with the old man Lucha, and nodded:

“That’s right.”

The River Map and the lay Buddhist Wanling asked and answered questions and answers, but the immortal next to him was stunned.

She knew that Hetu had outstanding strength and even untied the heart knot of Mr. Wanling five years ago and helped Mr. Wanling ascend to the death.

However, after Mr. Wan Ling ascended to become a living immortal, the River Map still had no intention of being nervous, but instead had problems one after another.

Hetu has to ask again, but Mr. Wanling finally interrupted:

"If you want to ask me questions about old man Lucha, then don't ask again. That's the matter between me and old man Lucha.

But if you don’t stay in the Heavenly Palace, why do you run to the Tongtian Tower? I was entrusted by the old man Lucha to come to the Lingshan Heavenly Palace to help the Xianyuan Conference. Don’t make trouble randomly.”

Mr. Wanling said with a smile, and it means more jokes than warnings.

"We came with her."

Hetu pointed at Xian'er, and the latter quickly made a "Ah?" sound, and the expression on his face seemed to be saying:

【Why do you betray me all at once?】

Mr. Wanling looked at Xian'er and did not speak, but his eyes were obvious, and he was obviously waiting for Xian'er's answer.

Xian'er calmed down, looked at Qingming and the River Map, and said:

"I want to tell Mr. Wanling alone, and ask Mr. Wanling to send them both down first."

He Tu raised his eyebrows. I am now full of problems with you. It’s like a mess or a mess. Want to talk about it alone?

It does not exist.

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