Mu Yan's brows wrinkled tightly.

Where is this Jiuli tribe?

Why did Senior Brother San and Qi Huang both become so weird?

Qihuang wants to go to Jiuli Tribe, so he must go to Jiuli Tribe.

What about Brother San?

Does he want to go too?

Suddenly, Mu Yan's face changed.

In her mind, she recalled what Chu Moli had said before parting.

what does that mean?

Are you confirming that she is planning to go to Jiuli tribe?

What if she does not go?

Will the third brother who must go?

Mu Yan stood up abruptly, unable to even open the door, slammed through the door, and rushed to Chu Moli's room.

The door just fell.

Just below the young man in the wheelchair, a black vortex has formed.

In the four corners of the room, most of the four sheets of paper have been burned, leaving only a small piece.

"damn it!!"

Mu Yan cursed low, and rushed up desperately.

Before the vortex was completely closed, he grabbed the wheelchair armrest.

Immediately afterwards, she felt the world spin and completely lost consciousness.

The movement here naturally awakened Han Chujiu.

But when he came to Chu Mo to leave the room, only the empty room and the paper that had been burnt to ashes remained.

Han Chujiu's complexion was green, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

He turned abruptly and rushed out of the Medicine King Palace.

But just flew away from the Medicine King Palace.

It was as if an invisible hand appeared in the void, pulling him back severely.

Han Chujiu fell on the icy ground of the Medicine King Hall, his hands suddenly fell on the bluestone brick, and he was about to crack.

"The Jiuli Tribe...[Lin Huai], if you dare to hurt my disciple, I will fight you desperately!!"

"No, I'm going to take your skin off and twitch your muscles, so you won't be able to live in peace in your next life!!"

"Di Mingjun, you useless peacock, when I need you, my disciple, where do you go?!"

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Yanwu continent, the land of curse gods.

Di Mingjun looked at the person who appeared in front of him, her pupils shrank sharply.

The person opposite showed him a faint smile: "Why? Don't you feel happy to see your father is still alive?"

Di Mingjun sneered, "This monarch really does not feel that there is anything to be happy about. Di Beixuan, you have been hiding in the Western Wilderness for so many years with the identity of the great monk of the Great Compassion Temple, and now you have the courage to come out?"

Standing opposite him was a handsome, tall, middle-aged man.

He has delicate and profound features, and his ice-blue eyes are bottomless.

His appearance is similar to that of Emperor Mingjue.

If there are elders of the extreme domain here, they will definitely be able to recognize them at a glance.

This person turned out to be the former emperor of the extreme region-Emperor Beixuan who had been missing for hundreds of years.

He is also the father of Di Mingjun.

Di Mingjun's relentless words made Di Beixuan's face suddenly cold.

He raised his hand.

A dazzling red light was immediately emitted from the land of the curse.

Immediately afterwards, a few red lights hit Di Mingjun's knee.

The severe pain spread from his legs to his whole body, causing the man's handsome face to fade away all the blood in an instant, becoming weak and pale.

But in this land of cursing gods, Emperor Beixuan, who controls the power of the curse, is equivalent to a god.

Others have no resistance at all.

Especially this land of curse gods was constructed by identifying all the weaknesses in Di Mingjun's body.

Once he wants to resist, the [Lihuo Bloodline] in his body will be bitten back, making him unhappy, and his strength is greatly reduced.