"However, the Emperor Spirit God Dynasty sent at least ten saints, and dozens of quasi-saints searched and chased me around the entire Cangmang Demon Mountain. If we go out like this, they will definitely find it."

Looking at Yang Yu, Luo Ling'er spoke, and her eyes were helpless and her eyebrows frowned.

"If you have nothing to do, believe me, just sit down and I will definitely be able to send you back to Heluo Shenchao."

Yang Yu smiled slightly, looked at Luo Ling'er, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"But……"

"No, believe me?"

Yang Yu spoke, stared at Luo Ling'er, and spoke again, his eyes full of confidence and madness flashing."

"Forget it, I, the Daluo Realm, can't escape from this vast demon mountain. Now, there is no other way except to believe in you,"

Luo Ling'er looked at Yang Yu and could only sigh helplessly.

"Sit down, we'll leave right away."

Yang Yu smiled slightly, looked at Luo Ling'er, and nodded.

“…”

However, Luo Ling'er looked at Yang Yu, and did not move, and a hint of anger rose from her pretty face.

"Forehead."

Yang Yu quickly patted his parents, but he actually forgot that there was only one throne above the little dragon's head.

"How about you sit on my lap?"

Yang Yu patted his thighs and looked at Luo Ling'er with a smile.

"Don't joke, okay, we are running away from life and death."

Looking at Yang Yu, Luo Ling'er was so angry that she turned her head away and said in anger.

"Okay, sit down and set off."

Yang Yu shrugged. This girl was not as fun as Lei Xiaoxiao teasing. Yang Yu could only go beyond one seat again and let Luo Ling'er sit down.

"Let's go, target Heluo Shenchao,"

Yang Yu smiled slightly and spoke to Xiaolong.

He and Xiaolong both got the base map given by Luo Ling'er belonged to their world.

The little dragon roared, directly vibrating the divine wings, instantly cutting through the void, and instantly leaping out hundreds of thousands of miles, with a very fast speed.

"Silent Heaven, since you have all come to the Immortal Realm, why do you still have to go back to the lower realm? Don't you people in the lower realm yearn for the Immortal Realm the most?"

On the top of the little dragon's head, Luo Ling'er spoke and asked Yang Yu.

"I'm going back because, someone is waiting for me,"

Yang Yu shook his head, he had no interest in this fairyland.

"But. What's good about the lower realm? Neither spiritual energy, spiritual medicine or spiritual treasures are as good as the Immortal Realm."

Luo Ling'er spoke and looked at Yang Yu, her eyes full of curiosity

"You don't understand." Yang Yu waved his hand, not like talking about the prehistoric world.

Luo Ling'er shrugged helplessly. Yang Yu didn't want to say more, so she naturally didn't want to ask more. The two of them fell into silence.

However, two days later, Yang Yu and the other two finally stopped.

Because they had arrived at the exit of Cangmang Yao Mountain, where there was a large group of people away, all looking at Yang Yu and Luo Ling'er, their eyes were cold.

"People from the Emperor Spirit Divine Dynasty!"

Luo Ling'er spoke, and a strong solemn look rose in her eyes.

"Haha, Luo Ling'er, Luo Ling'er, you, a person who was chased, dare to appear so swayingly. Isn't it too much to take our Emperor Spirit Divine Dynasty seriously?"

Looking at Luo Ling'er, in the Emperor Spirit Divine Dynasty, there was also a princess-level girl speaking, looking at Yang Yu, Luo Ling'er and Xiaolong with a sarcastic expression.

"Imperial Phoenix Dance!" Luo Ling'er looked at the girl, and her eyes were filled with coldness.

The Emperor Spirit God Dynasty and the Heluo God Dynasty are not in harmony, and the two girls are both princesses and beautiful women. They naturally have various conflicts on weekdays.

"Luo Ling'er, you were cautious and hiding quietly in the vast demon mountain, waiting for your father and your grandfather to appear. Perhaps you still have a glimmer of hope."

Huang Fengwu looked at Luo Ling'er and Yang Yu, spoke coldly, and acted as a winner who was sure to win.

"What a pity, you are dying by yourself when you appear so swagger."

Huang Fengwu's tone was cold, and the disagreement between the two began from birth.

"Miss, you are saying this, right? It's a bit too early. Here are only three saints and dozens of quasi-saints,"

Yang Yu spoke, looked at Huang Fengwu, and a cold voice rose in his tone.

"oh?"

Huang Fengwu looked at Yang Yu, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"This is for you, for protection, and you will swallow whoever comes."

Yang Yu took out the Heavenly Refining Coffin and handed it directly to Luo Ling'er to protect him.

"Xiaolong, you suppress all the existences under the saints. I will kill these three saints."

Yang Yu stood up, spoke to Xiaolong, and then took out the Shantian halberd and inserted it directly into his chest.

In an instant, the Shantung halberd melted, turning into countless talismans and nine pearls, all of which were sank into Yang Yu's body.

After a few breaths, countless chaotic lights rushed out of Yang Yu's back with nine pearls. After Yang Yu's back rotated, they condensed into a divine wheel.

The divine wheel is gray, with nine pearls embedded on it, exuding divine power, and all of them are immersed in Yang Yu's body.

"Wuji Chaos, Nine Poles become gods,

The combat power of the heavens will be increased by all my strength!”

Yang Yu shouted softly, his eyes opened, and rays of Yin and Yang divine light flashed in the Yin and Yang divine pupils, which was extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Yang Yu was like a Chaos God King, with the divine wheel rotating and the divine power was vast.

"kill!"

Yang Yu snorted coldly, stepped on the void in one step, and appeared in front of the people of the Imperial Spirit God Dynasty in an instant, and countless chaotic lights emerged in his hands.

"roar!"

The little dragon also roared, Luo Ling'er had already landed below. He came out of free and directly suppressed the other quasi-saint-level powerhouses of the Emperor Spirit Divine Dynasty.

"Two saints!"

The eyes of the Emperor Spirit God Dynasty changed drastically and he quickly responded. Among the three saints, two of them faced Yang Yu and one of them led the others, and all rushed towards Xiaolong.

"Divine King Fist!"

Yang Yu watched the two saints attack, a smile rose in his eyes and punched out directly. Countless purple gold divine lights gathered, as if the way of power was coming, and a terrifying power condensed into it.

"snort!"

Among the two saints, one of them was extremely fast and threw away the other person. He instantly came to the front of the God King's Fist and punched out with a cold face, with disdain.

"Bang!"

However, the next second, a roar sounded, and countless blood rains swept across the world in the brilliance of the purple gold divine light.

The saint with unparalleled speed was instantly killed by Yang Yu's punch.

"roar!"

Below, the little dragon also gathered black demonic power on its divine wings, and a terrifying demonic power divine light condensed from its mouth.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The divine light cut through the heaven and earth, leaving behind a dark crack, and everyone along the way turned into powder. Even the saint was not spared and had already fallen.

"You know nothing about power!"
Chapter completed!