Zhao Lian'er shook her head bitterly: "They are totally different."
Lu Fan did not continue to ask. After all, Zhao Lian'er was not a party to the war that year, and many things were passed down orally.
"By the way, how do you know that we are here to save people?"
Lu Fan thought for a while and asked the important questions first.
He still doesn't know whose hands Bu Yingjiu's soul is in. Even if he can find it, on Xuanwu Island, without the support of the Longhu Island formation, he is not sure that he can get Bu Yingjiu's soul.
, captured from the enemy's hands intact.
"Because I saw it."
Zhao Lian'er said: "I saw Mo Wanqian on the island, and the ghost canister he held in his hand."
"Everyone in the South China Sea Wonderland knows about Mo Wanqian's character. He would never touch such a vicious magic weapon as the ghost tube. Then I saw you guys rushing here from outside. I think it was with the ghost in his hand.
The barrel has something to do with it.”
"Mo Wanqian?"
Lu Fan was stunned, "How could it be him?"
"Aren't you from Tianxin Island?"
Wenren Muxue also frowned in confusion: "Could it be said that Bu Yingjiu was killed by the real Mo Wanqian?"
This news exceeded everyone's expectations.
No one would have thought that Bu Yingjiu's soul would be in Mo Wanqian's hands.
"Where did he go?" Lu Fan asked.
"The direction of the secret realm."
Zhao Lian'er glanced at the highest peak of Xuanwu Island in the night, illuminated by the stars: "We met on the road and asked where he was going. He said that he was just going to the entrance of the secret realm to have a look, and it would not affect our hunting of fairy rabbits. Plus,
Shang Mo Wanqian has a special status here, so there is no way to stop him."
"Mo Wanqian actually wants to go to the secret realm?"
Lu Fan's face darkened, but then he became a little puzzled. He didn't know why Mo Wanqian took Bu Yingjiu's soul to the secret realm of the South China Sea.
"I'm sorry, I heard you say that the soul of Bu Yingjiu is trapped in the ghost barrel in Mo Wanqian's hand?" Zhao Lian'er suddenly asked.
"Yes." Lu Fan nodded: "Bu Yingjiu died because of me. I must find a way to save her."
Zhao Lian'er hesitated for a moment and glanced at the strong men from Tianling Island who were standing aside: "It's a pity that Lian'er was ordered by the Great Elder to hunt fairy rabbits today. Otherwise, she could still have a trip with the Lord.
Let’s see what’s going on over there.”
Ever since she felt the aura of the young ghost king on Lu Fan, Zhao Lian'er had regarded Lu Fan as his master in her heart.
Lu Fan was also a little hesitant. After learning that the opponent turned out to be Mo Wanqian, who was at the peak of his strength in the South China Sea Wonderland, he also wanted to pull Zhao Lian'er, a powerful person in the divine realm in front of him, into his camp.
"Fairy Rabbit..."
He suddenly remembered something very important: "You mean, as long as I can help you catch the fairy rabbit, you can go up the mountain with me and meet that Mo Wanqian?"
Zhao Lian'er nodded first, and then said bitterly: "That's what I say, but it is so difficult to catch fairy rabbits, and the number required by the Great Elder is large. Even if I brought so many good hands here,
After catching them all night, I have only caught three of them so far."
"And if we don't catch enough fairy rabbits, these people won't be able to let me leave here."
Lu Fan also looked over and found that although these master men were standing aside, they still cast their eyes here from time to time with vigilance.
