Muyan's brows furrowed tightly.

Where exactly is this Jiuli tribe?

Why have Third Senior Brother and Qihuang become so weird?

If Qihuang wants to go to Jiuli Tribe, he must go to Jiuli Tribe.

What about the third senior brother?

Does he want to go too?

Suddenly, Muyan's expression changed.

In her mind, she recalled what Chu Moli said before they parted.

What does that mean?

Is she confirming whether she plans to go to the Jiuli tribe?

What if she doesn't go?

Will the third senior brother who must go?

Muyan stood up suddenly, not even bothering to open the door, she suddenly broke the door and rushed to Chu Moli's room.

The door just fell down.

I saw a black vortex forming below the young man in the wheelchair.

In the four corners of the room, most of the four pieces of paper had been burned, leaving only a small piece.

"Damn it!!"

Muyan cursed lowly and rushed forward desperately.

Before the vortex was completely closed, I grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair.

Immediately afterwards, she felt dizzy and completely lost consciousness.

The movement here naturally woke up Han Chujiu.

But when he came to Chu Moli's room, there was only an empty room and the paper that had been burned to ashes.

Han Chujiu's complexion was ashen and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He turned around suddenly and rushed out of the Medicine King Palace.

But we just flew not far away from Yaowang Palace.

It was as if an invisible hand appeared in the void and pulled him back fiercely.

Han Chujiu fell to the cold ground of Yaowang Palace, his hands suddenly punched down on the bluestone bricks, and his eyes were about to split.

"Jiuli tribe... [Lin Huai], if you dare to hurt my disciple, I will fight you to the death!!"

"No, I'm going to peel off your skin and cramp your tendons so that you won't be able to live in peace for the rest of your life!!"

"Di Mingjue, you useless peacock, when my precious disciple needed you, where were you hanging around?!"

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Yanwu Continent, the land of cursed gods.

Di Mingjue looked at the person who appeared in front of him, his pupils contracted violently.

The person opposite showed him a faint smile: "What? Aren't you happy to see that your father is still alive?"

Di Mingjue sneered, "I really feel that there is nothing to be happy about. Di Beixuan, you have been hiding in the Western Wasteland for so many years under the identity of the eminent monk Ci En of Dabei Temple, and now you finally have the courage to come out?"

Standing opposite him was a handsome, tall middle-aged man.

He has exquisite and profound facial features and a pair of bottomless ice-blue eyes.

His appearance is very similar to that of Di Ming Jue.

If there were any elders from Jiyu here, they would definitely recognize them at a glance.

This person turned out to be Di Beixuan, the former emperor of the Extreme Region who had been missing for hundreds of years.

He is also Di Mingjue’s father.

Di Mingjue's merciless words made Di Beixuan's face suddenly turn cold.

He raised his hand.

The cursed land immediately emitted a dazzling red light.

Immediately afterwards, several red lights hit Di Mingjue's knees.

Severe pain spread from his legs to his whole body, causing the man's handsome face to lose all color in an instant, becoming weak and pale.

But in this cursed land, Di Beixuan, who controls the [power of the curse], is equal to a god.

No one else had the slightest resistance.

Especially this god-cursed place was built by identifying all the weaknesses in Di Mingjue's body.
Chapter completed!