Zhao Ji looked at the person who suddenly rushed into half of the city, and the entire Yuanling City suddenly became lively from being deserted. He turned around and looked at the fiery red figure behind him. The other party's slender legs were exposed in the air, white and tender.

Zhao Ji sighed, pulled the other party's dress, covered his fair thighs, and said, "Please pay attention to your image."

"Pay attention to your image, hahaha, your Yuanling City Lord, suddenly disappeared without saying a word, and ignored the entire Yuanling City, and ignored your wife and daughter. Now, you are here to pay attention to your image, so where have you gone as the image of the descendant of the Yuanling Dharma?"

Zhao Ji reached out and touched the beards on both sides of his cheeks, "I think the image is good now."

"You're enough! Zhao Ji!"

The woman in red robe looked a little excited, "Yuanling City is your mission! You are the only one! Two days later, you will return to the position of Lord of Yuanling City!"

Zhao Ji shook his head slightly, he looked at the woman in red robe and asked, "Have you seen the world outside?"

"What?"

The woman didn't react to Zhao Ji's problem.

"The Yuanling City is passed down from generation to generation. Because of the special status of Yuanling City, I don't know how many people envy the so-called Yuanling successor. With Yuanling bloodline, they are the foregone conclusion of Yuanling City Lord. They dominate one side, but the Yuanling successor cannot leave the scope of Yuanling City for the rest of their lives. The so-called city lord is just a more free prisoner."

Zhao Jiting looked at the entire Yuanling City, "A city lord who doesn't even have freedom is what a bullshit city lord."

"Haha, our Lord Zhao is quite romantic. Since you have left Yuanling City, why should you come back?"

The woman in red robe sneered.

"I come back."

Zhao Ji took a deep breath, "I want to take them away."

"You dream!"

A violent spiritual energy hit Zhao Ji's chest, causing Zhao Ji to fly backwards and fall on the wall, smashing the wall into dense cracks.

The woman in red robe had fierce eyes and murderous intent was everywhere. She stared at Zhao Ji, "Zhao Ji, I will explain it to you clearly. No one can take you away when you come back! Your daughter was already dead in the third year of your departure. Your wife would not leave you, so she wanted to take them away?

Unless you have the ability to destroy the entire Yuanling City!”

After the woman finished speaking, she swung her red robe and left with great strides.

"Zhao Ji, two days later, the saint of the Hong clan can come. If you kill her, I will let you take your wife away."

The woman's voice came from outside the city lord's mansion into Zhao Ji's ears.

Zhao Ji coughed out a mouthful of blood and reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth. When the ostentatious light swept to his cuffs, Zhao Ji smiled: "The so-called innate mission is really disgusting, but, compared to me, the saint of the Hong clan is even more pitiful."

Two more days have passed, and too many figures have gathered in Yuanling City.

A floating palace landed in front of Yuanling City. Twelve wonderful figures were wearing veils and walking on both sides of the road. Between the twelve wonderful figures, there was another figure, wearing a golden robe, which was particularly dust-proof. Wherever she passed, there was a golden light scattering, which was a symbol of great merit.

The team slowly walked into Yuanling City, and no one around dared to walk with him. Who dared to walk with the saint?

After Lin Qinghan entered the city, the other major forces also entered the city one after another.

Among the forces that came, there were many big and young geniuses, but today, all the big and young geniuses restrained their momentum and did not show it. First of all, they knew that this time, they were not fighting for them. This was the home court of Yuanling City. Secondly, the saint has entered the city and showed their momentum in front of the saint. What are they trying to do?

Demonstrate to the saints?

Or what's going on?

Therefore, both the big figures of the big forces and the young geniuses quietly entered the city.

There is a rare event in the Great Thousand Realm, and in this event, it is also rare that there is such peace. Everyone just quietly looked at the city, the Yuanling City that once reached the top of the Great Thousand Realm and suddenly disappeared for more than twenty years.

The whole city is black and white. A black and white street in the city seems to separate the city, but it seems that the city is integrated because of this street.

Zhang Xuan and his friends entered the city and looked at the city.

"Amitabha, this vulgar guy is also a rich second generation."

Quan Dingding stared at the surroundings with wide eyes, "A city belongs to him, how many delicious foods should there be?"

"This city is a formation."

Zhang Xuan spoke while looking.

"Yes, there seems to be something under the city."

The evil god gave a positive answer, "The origin of Yuanling City is very mysterious. It has been left here since ancient times. It is said to be a overlord, but it is more like a guardian."

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Damn it, chicken legs!"

Quan Dingding saw a restaurant in front of him, his eyes shining, and he didn't even say Amitabha. After spending a few days in Wushan, he was almost wiped out.

"Cai Ding Monk, do you have money?"

Chessia couldn't help speaking as she watched the bald monk rushing.

Quan Dingding's sprinting figure immediately stopped, and he turned around, "Amitabha, the little monk is a monk, how can there be anything like money on his body?"

Quan Dingding saw the reality clearly, put away his arrogance for many days under the scent of chicken legs, looked at Zhang Xuan, and said sincerely: "Brother, please buy me a chicken leg?"

Zhang Xuan had no choice but to this bald fat man. He nodded and saw Quan Dingding rush into the restaurant like a wind.

"Come all your food to me, hahahahahaha Amitabha."

Zhang Xuan and others followed into the restaurant and had just sat down.

"Brother, look at that!"

Quan Dingding stared at the entrance of the restaurant with wide eyes.

At the entrance, twelve women walked in slowly in a veil. Behind the twelve women, one person, wearing golden robe, was extremely beautiful. They also walked into the restaurant and sat not far from Zhang Xuan and the others' table.

"If you dare to look at it again, you will dig your dog's eyes."

There was a light shout, and it was a woman in a green gauze dress.

Lin Qinghan's eyes swept to where Zhang Xuan was sitting. The moment she saw Zhang Xuan, Lin Qinghan's eyebrows slightly frowned. The feeling was that there was something important, but she couldn't remember it at all, and she didn't even have a clue.

Including Quan Dingding and Chessia's figures, they all gave Lin Qinghan this feeling, but they were far less intense than Zhang Xuan gave her.

The Hong clan killed the source of the memories of Lin Qinghan and Zhang Xuan. Everything about Zhang Xuan, whether it is people or things, was forgotten. Whether it is all Dingding or Chessia, in Lin Qinghan's memories, they met them all with Zhang Xuan as the medium, and all of these memories were sealed.
Chapter completed!