Yun Ruohan caressed her forehead and said, "Don't make trouble, you are still at the Tianmei Banquet. What's more, Xiao Qihe... hasn't met us again yet."

Yun Ruohan didn't say the words "Minister" in the third place.

But in an instant, everyone in Xiaoyao Sect understood.

The pleasant atmosphere of reunion after a long separation and the worry and fear that were deliberately forgotten finally came to my heart at this moment.

Leng Yumo grabbed Mu Yan's hand and whispered: "Uncle Master, is he still alive?"

This question can only be answered by Mu Yan who lives to the end.

But she couldn't answer.

Or, she was simply unwilling to believe the only answer.

Mu Yan moved his lips and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a little monk wearing a golden robe appeared in front of Leng Yumo.

Jingyuan's shy but peaceful face rarely showed a look of fear and panic.

Leng Yumo was shocked: "Little monk, what's wrong?"

"Yu Mo, I'm leaving, I'm going back to the sect!"

"Little monk, what happened?"

Jingyuan's eyes were filled with a strong reluctance, and his slender hands were holding Leng Yumo's hands tightly and reluctant to part.

For some reason, he had a premonition in his heart.

Once he left this trip, he might not see Yu Mo for a long time.

What will even change from now on.

However, he had to leave.

Every personal disciple of Dafeng Temple has a soul-bound connection with the ghost clock in Dafeng Temple.

Once the Great Compassion Temple encounters a great disaster, the ghost bell will ring in their sea of ​​consciousness.

The last time the ghost bell rang was several months ago. He did not go back that time, but he finally received the news of his second senior brother's death.

And this time, the ghost bell rang even more violently.

This proves that the incidents encountered in Dafeng Temple are even more terrifying and tragic than the death of the second senior brother.

There is a master Bodhidharma in the temple and a senior brother.

He could not sit still and watch them in danger and ignore them.

"Yu Mo, wait..." He wanted to say "wait for me", but the last word went even further into his throat and could not be spit out.

Can he really escape unsuccessfully, a strong enemy that even Master Bodhidharma cannot handle?

If Yu Mo was asked to wait for him, he would never come back.

Jingyuan closed his eyes and his body began to slowly fade away.

Leng Yumo rushed forward and reached out to grab it, but he penetrated through his figure.

"Little monk, where are you going? At least tell me where are you going?!!"

The figure wearing a golden robes finally disappeared completely.

And there are only three words that remain in Leng Yumo's ears, or only in Leng Yumo's ears.

"Dafo Temple."

Dape Temple—!!!

Leng Yumo's eyes widened.

...

Because of forcibly tearing the space apart, the entire Tianmei Hall swayed slightly.

Di Mingjue and Jun Shitian and others were all focused on Jingyuan.

Jingyuan came to Qianyuan just to accompany Leng Yumo.

Since he started in the Yin-Yang Sect, he has restrained all his breath and reduced his sense of existence.

Because he did not deliberately search, even Di Mingjue and Jun Shitian did not notice his existence.

But at this time, in order to rush back to Dabei Temple, he could no longer care about anything.

After Jingyuan's figure completely disappeared, Mu Yan and others came to their senses.

"Sister Four, what's wrong with you?"

"Has something happened to Master Jingyuan?"

"If there is really a disaster, I will ask the Demon Lord and Di Mingjue for help."
Chapter completed!