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"We still have to notify him. After all, the Great Elder is his father, our king." said the Second Elder.

"Now Mo Chengxi is dead, Ye Cheng is dead, the Demon King's punishment has been used up, and that idiot's throne has come to an end. With so many of us, are we still afraid of him?" The fourth elder also said.

"Yes, notify him to come back. He will definitely be sad when he sees it. We can give him this attack when he is distracted," the second elder gestured to his neck.

"Yes, yes, yes," everyone echoed.

"That's...ah...he...he..." An elder was about to express his loyalty to the second elder, but he suddenly saw a man in white clothes and white hair. However, this man appeared after a burst of black smoke.

But when he was about to shout, he could no longer make any sound.

The "bang" sound of a heavy object falling startled the others who were still daydreaming.

"You, you, how did you become like this?" asked the second elder.

Mo Shangxun ignored these people and just waved his hand, and beams of black light shot into their bodies.

"what"

"Ah, ah"

"Ah, yes, it's the devil's punishment."

"Ah, how could it be that the devil is punishing him?"

Mo Shangxun didn't give them the slightest chance. These people deserved to die. They plotted against him, killed his parents, and now they wanted to harm him. The most hateful thing was that they separated him from Luo'er. They all deserved to die. They deserved to die.

That night, screams rang out in the valley. When the sun rose, the ancient race, the demon race, disappeared. It should be said that there was still one, and that was Mo Shangxun himself.

In Wanzhu Valley, Yi Yunxiao sat on a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, but Enxu returned to the past, when Leng Yan brought back a little girl, he thought she was dead.

After taking a lot of medicine, she finally woke up and became his disciple. Leng Yan treated her like a daughter and he and her became like a grandfather and grandson.

Then I thought of that naughty look as a little devil. I just couldn't understand how that girl really got the title of a little devil on my head without knowing it.

In a flash, Yi Yunxiao stood on the top of the Siguo Cliff. In the deep valley beside the cliff were the herbs planted by Leng Yan, and it was also there that Leng Yan picked up Xiao Luoluo.

There was a big tree on the other side, and not far from the tree was a small river. The river was not deep but it was only in the bamboo forest. That was where he and his two disciples practiced martial arts. That was also the place where Luo'er got the most angry.

Later, she disappeared, and I told myself that I would do whatever she wanted when she came back. But now she disappeared from my sight again, and I can do nothing about it.

Bai Zimo was in a bamboo house. There was nothing in the house except a painting and a calligraphy with the word "sword" written on it. Bai Zimo sat on the ground, looking up at the painting in a daze.

Bai Zimo felt his eyes blurry and was surprised to find himself in another place. This place looked a little familiar.

"How did I suddenly appear here? Wasn't I in the bamboo house?" Bai Zimo said to himself.

So he walked over and sat down under a big tree. At this time, a beautiful flute sound came from a distance.

Bai Zimo looked over when he heard the voice and saw a familiar figure sitting on a wooden bridge not far away.

"Master, ah, Master, why are you here? When did you come back?" Bai Zimo shouted happily while running.

"Master, oh, you are Bai Zimo, how did you come in?"

"Master, what's wrong with you? No, you are not the master. Who are you?" Bai Zimo was shocked and angry.

"Oh, my name is Luo Ling, and I'm the spirit of the weapon created by your master. Hmm, why can't I sense little Luo Luo in this place, Xuantian?" Luo Ling said.

"You, are you saying that this is a world created by the master?" Seeing that the person opposite him did not answer, Bai Zimo repeated what happened before.