Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Emperor Xian'an, who was waiting for his friends to return while drinking wine in Daoming Palace, raised his hand and tore the space, appearing in the Soul Returning Abyss for more than ten times. Realizing that it was not the return of the Lord God, the Soul Returning Abyss was already full of people.

The rows of heavenly soldiers that arrived later saluted solemnly and sent off their lord who had led them in battles for many years. In the front were two honored gods, followed by ten supreme gods and immortals who lined up in order.

There was a distinct alien aura in the sky coffin, which was obviously left behind by the rioter, but he did not belong to any tribe.

"Who dares to commit a crime in the Soul Returning Abyss? How can we rest assured that our ancestors' bodies will be buried there? This is the holy land of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Who does this aura belong to? Why did it target the Supreme God Tan Yue? Could it be that the Supreme God has a higher level of cultivation?"

"This behavior of digging up graves and corpses must not be condoned. How deep a hatred must one have to do such a thing that blasphemes the ancestors?"

“Even the Supreme God Danyue cannot avoid it, let alone our ancestors.” Looking up, everyone in the clan was in a panic.

The seemingly whispered voice transmission was extremely clear to the ears of the ten supreme gods, without any obstruction. Not to mention the two supreme gods standing with their hands behind their backs.

"I have been secluded for many years and have seldom left Mount Hua. It is Xian An who has to take charge and give an explanation to the tribes and the heavenly soldiers."

He was playing with the copper bell on his waist, his eyes were cold and stern as he looked at the heavenly coffin. He thought it would be better to let her see what Xian An is capable of.

Xian An put his hands into his sleeves and kept calculating. The villain in his heart frowned. Can't figure it out? There was a hint of impatience on his face.

"Tianjun," he turned his head to look at the Tianjun behind him. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind but it disappeared quickly before he could grasp it. "Double the number of people in the Soul Returning Abyss and conduct another thorough investigation."

Every command came out of his mouth, which showed that his mind was clear before he met the little flower demon. He was quick-thinking and thoughtful, and he was very good at using both kindness and severity to balance the power. He was a qualified superior. Is love-brain really so terrible?

The Emperor of Heaven responded to all the questions and put forward his own opinions.

Among the ten gods, two were selected to guard the Soul-Returning Abyss all year round except for those guarding the sky. The number of heavenly soldiers increased from 10,000 to 20,000. The Sky-Viewing Mirror was hung above the Soul-Returning Abyss, and the mother mirror was in the Palace of the Sky.

"Your Highness, do you have anything to add?" Tianjun moved his gaze and lowered his brows not to look, even though he couldn't see what he looked like.

"No," Sky-peek Mirror? A golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Check carefully, after all, it's possible that they didn't come."

"Yes," he said with a bow, feeling distressed.

He was just an ordinary Heavenly Lord who was waiting for Zhiyang to grow up and abdicate, so how could he be so unlucky to have to deal with this?

Feng Luo stroked the sky coffin, his brows slightly wrinkled. In terms of calculation, even if he and Xian An were tied together, they could not compare to the old fox.

"The aura can be faked, and the Sky-Seeing Mirror can be deceived even if it is controlled by its master. Be alert and report any problems immediately."

The Soul-Returning Abyss was almost completely searched, and naturally nothing was found. After all, not many people had been buried in the Soul-Returning Abyss in the past ten thousand years. However, many ancient formations were discovered in Changsheng Garden.

It has been a long-standing tradition to bury the heavenly soldiers in Changsheng Garden. In the past, there was a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps in the solemn and dignified mausoleum, and the guards were strict. Next to the formation were the people who had just arrived.

"Emperor, His Highness, Lord of Heaven, and all the gods, greet you," said the Immortal Yuqin, who was well versed in formations, after a careful inspection.

"The formation comes from ancient times, and its details are unknown. Its function is to refine things. Everything is the nourishment it provides to the master of the formation. The corpse of the heavenly soldier in Changsheng Garden is very likely to be refined."

Suppressing the anger and nausea in my heart, what's the difference between this and cannibalism? I don't dare to think that if the donor is also like this, what?

"The number of immortals entering Changsheng Garden every day is incalculable, especially since the formations are spread over every inch of the garden. It is impossible for them to enter in such a short time. If the thieves had not reached out to the Supreme God Danyue, we would not know when we would know about it. It is really lawless!"

"Who says it's not true? I feel the same way as a minister in the same palace."

"Today it's the donor gods and the heavenly soldiers, tomorrow it's me waiting? We have to catch this guy."

"Jing." Xian'an stroked the beads on his wrist with his fingertips, lowered his brows, his eyes full of murderous intent and gloom, and scolded coldly.

For a moment, you could hear the sound of a pin drop on the ground.

"The array pattern is engraved, and Changsheng Garden is moved to Wuyuan Garden near the Soul Abyss." Thinking that there is still a Heavenly Lord standing by, "The rest will be handled by the Heavenly Lord. If you can't solve it, come to me again."

He glanced at the group of immortals, and the inspiration that he had not caught just now appeared again. Why didn't he notice the old Lord? Logically, he shouldn't have such a low sense of existence. And how could an old immortal who was about to die, who was usually kind and benevolent, do such a thing?

"Old Lord Tian saw it just now. I'm afraid he went to Tianhe to fish again? Could it be that he broke through because his hands were fine?"

It just reminded me of why I was not there, as well as the reason for my breakthrough in cultivation, and people started discussing this topic in groups of three or four.

"Xian'an, Your Highness, I will return to Wutong Forest for retreat first, and I will send the follow-up information to Bifang at any time." He took a deep look in the direction of Return to the Soul Abyss, and deeply realized that perhaps thousands of years later, the Supreme God Danyue would completely become a name in the mouths of others, rather than a person.

"With the help of the great merits of the donors and gods, there may still be a glimmer of hope." Xian An said, not knowing whether he was comforting others or himself.

The look he gave Jiuli was threatening and suspicious. He was a respected god and the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao. The information he received was completely inconsistent. How could it be that the donor was the one who got into trouble?

"I didn't do anything. Don't accuse a good person." With a smile in her eyes, she just did a few small movements at most.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and ignored it, heading towards Daoming Palace. When passing by Su'e, his fingertips moved.

"Arrogant," he slowly uttered the two words and walked away on the rainbow.

The immortals who stayed behind looked at each other, feeling that Emperor Yuan Qing had something else in mind, and discussed among themselves in low voices.

"Didn't you hear what I just told you?!"

"I heard it clearly, Your Majesty." He stopped talking and said respectfully.

"Then let's disperse," finally some of the dignity of the Heavenly Lord was restored!

After saying that, he turned into silver light and walked away on the clouds. He had to go and ask. Some things were not suitable to be done in public and were better done in private.

He was wondering what his father had been doing these days. When he thought about the many things waiting for him, he felt overwhelmed. It was a pity that he had no help.

There are still too few gods in the Heavenly Palace. Chao Xi Fengluo is close to the Heavenly Palace but trusts Emperor Xian'an more. Five of the remaining eight are in the Qinghua Realm. It is very difficult for him to be the Heavenly Emperor.

Feng Luo, who was saying that he was going back to Wutong Forest, was now standing on Huaying Island, holding an exquisite little black sword in his hand and his face was pale.

"Aren't you going back to retreat? Why are you here?" As the golden rainbow fell, Jiuli noticed that Xiao Heijian raised his eyebrows. What's this?

"I was the first one to arrive at the Soul-Returning Abyss, and I only saw his back. You said Xian'an," but then he shut up. What if he wasn't?

Transferring his spiritual power into the small black sword, the phantom of Tan Yue appeared on the small black sword, and Feng Luo continued his narration.

"Xian'an seems to have changed a lot, he's calm and self-possessed," he said sarcastically, "Would you like to drink? The peach blossom wine brewed by Bifang is good. I'll ask him to bring it to you." After saying that, he ran away, and glanced at Taoyao.

Taoyao even thought that Lord Fengluo had taken a fancy to her, causing a series of ridiculous incidents. Invisibly, Bifang's path to pursuing his wife became out of reach, as there were huge stumbling blocks on the road.