Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1067
Since the land of Kyushu was unified by Yi Xiaoyao, each of the original Dayu and the Eight Desolations has formed a continent. Among the nine states, besides the Ji family, Yi Xiaoyao has many close acquaintances.

But at this moment, in the surrounding void, the silhouettes shooting rapidly came from all directions of the Nine Continents.

Many of them have some auras that are familiar to Yi Xiaoyao, such as the aura of desolation unique to the disciples of the Desolation Palace, the aura of Danhuo in the Palace of Sacred Pills...

However, after seeing these approaching figures, Yi Xiaoyao frowned and felt bad.

Because among these coming figures, Yi Xiaoyao didn't sense the aura of his relatives and friends.

For example, Qingyuan'er, Yanshanghuowu, Xuanmo...

Logically speaking, when the people from the Desolation Palace come, it is impossible for Qing Yuan'er to avoid him as a senior brother, and when the people from the Holy Pill Palace come, there is no reason why Yan Shanghuo Wu would not come to see him, let alone Xuan Mo Waiting for someone.

But now, none of these guys showed up.

This is the source of Yi Xiaoyao's premonition, because he thought of a very bad situation.

"Could it be that not only Ji Hao and the others, but also people like Yuan'er and Xuan Mo have been victimized by the Celestial Race in the past year?"

Thinking of this, Yi Xiaoyao's heart suddenly sank.

Without waiting for the approaching figures to come over, he moved his body and took the initiative to meet them.

"Let's wait, disciples of Desolation Palace, pay homage to the Emperor Xiaoyao!"

"Everyone in the Holy Pill Hall, please refer to the Happy Emperor!"

"..."

Those who came from Kyushu stopped and saluted respectfully after seeing Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao didn't care about these at all, he waved his hands casually, and looked at the leaders of several major forces.

"Where is Yuan'er?"

"Why didn't Xuan Mo come?"

"Where is Fire Dance?"

With worry, he asked out the doubts in his heart one after another.

However, the reactions of the people in front of him made his worries flood into his heart like a dark cloud.

Because under Yi Xiaoyao's questioning, all those who were questioned bowed their heads in silence, and even some younger female disciples began to cry.

"Tell me! What happened to them!"

A burst of anger surged from the bottom of Yi Xiaoyao's heart in an instant, and he roared at the people in front of him.

Of course, Yi Xiaoyao was not angry at these people in front of him, but was angry at the Celestial Human Race.

Because he knew that all of this must have something to do with that damned Celestial Race!

"Return to the Holy Emperor, the master of Yuan'er Palace, she was taken away by the people of the Celestial Race a year ago!"

An elder from the Desolation Palace spoke bitterly, and sighed heavily.

On the other side of the Holy Pill Hall, there was also an old man who said: "Our Hall Master was also taken away by the Celestials..."

"Master Xuan Mo, and his companions, took them away a year ago when the Celestials were looking for you, the Holy Emperor, in various parts of Kyushu."

A great patriarch in Lihuang smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Sure enough, they are Celestials!"

Yi Xiaoyao's body suddenly ignited a soaring flame, and his five fingers clenched tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to recall something from the transformation of the patriarch Li Huang, and asked again with a changed expression: "Xuan Mo's companion is a fat man?"

"That's right, Master Xuanmo called him the Three Treasures."

Great Elder Li Huang nodded repeatedly.

Yi Xiaoyao's heart sank even more, and the flames on his body burned even more like his anger.

"These days, the human race, in order to kill me, resorted to such despicable methods, even mortals will not let them go!"

Although he had realized this extremely bad situation at the first moment, but after he was really sure, it was still a bit unbearable.

At the same time, Yi Xiaoyao's face was full of guilt: "It's all my fault, I have harmed so many people, even my friends were not spared..."

However, at this moment, the elder in the barren palace shook his head.

"Holy Emperor, don't blame yourself, at least the Celestials took Palace Master Yuan'er away not because of you, Holy Emperor."

"That's right, it wasn't because of the Holy Emperor that the Lord of Fire Dance was taken away."

There were also people nodding at the Holy Pill Hall.

Even Great Elder Li Huang said the same: "That's right, as far as I know, those Celestials seem to have taken a fancy to Young Master Xuanmo and the others, so they took him to the Celestials. Presumably there will be no danger to their lives."

"What does this mean?"

Yi Xiaoyao was taken aback for a moment, and looked at them in astonishment.

"You took them away because you took a fancy to them?"

Yi Xiaoyao understands this kind of explanation, but at the same time is very puzzling.

Qingyuan'er and Yanshanghuowu have excellent aptitudes, if the Celestial Human Race takes a fancy to them, maybe it can be justified.

But Xuan Mo and Jin Sanbao, two mortals who can't cultivate, how could the Celestials and Humans take a fancy to them?
After thinking about it further, Yi Xiaoyao became even more puzzled.

Because even if Qing Yuan'er and the others have good aptitudes, how can the Celestial Human Race lack geniuses?
For a moment, Yi Xiaoyao couldn't figure it out.

However, the worry in his heart before was slightly weakened.

Because according to the people in front of him, these friends of his should not be in danger of life.

"We also don't know the reason, and not only Palace Mistress Yuan'er and the others, but the Celestial Human Race also took away many other young geniuses from our Kyushu land."

The elder of the Desolation Palace shook his head and said, those people from all major forces who rushed over nodded their heads one after another. Obviously, some of their forces were also taken away by the Celestial Clan.

"The bastards of the Celestial Human Race, what do they want to do!"

Yi Xiaoyao growled in a deep voice, his intuition believed that this was definitely not a good thing.

Therefore, he firmly said: "No matter what, I can't let everyone fall into the hands of the enemy!"

"Lord Holy Emperor, are you going to the Celestial Race?"

At this time, Ji Shaodian approached and asked in surprise.

Yi Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes pierced the void, and said coldly: "I'm going to go sooner or later, and if this happens, I have no choice but to go!"

"There is one thing, I don't know whether I should say it or not, I'm afraid..."

Ji Shaodian frowned and spoke hesitantly.

But before he finished speaking, Yi Xiaoyao directly interrupted him: "It's okay to speak up!"

"Right in the palace, the Celestials left behind a teleportation formation..."

Ji Shaodian said cautiously that he wanted to tell Yi Xiaoyao the news, but he was also worried that Yi Xiaoyao would be in danger when he went to the Celestial Clan.

After all, if Yi Xiaoyao is gone, who else can continue to guard the land of Kyushu?
Everyone around obviously thought the same way, so they interrupted Ji Shaodian again, trying to dissuade Yi Xiaoyao from being impulsive.

When Yi Xiaoyao heard Ji Shaodian's words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his hand to stop the words of the people around him.

The next moment, everyone saw Yi Xiaoyao's figure, which turned into a ray of fire and disappeared instantly.

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(End of this chapter)