Supreme Divine Concubine

Chapter 673 0675: The eve of the competition ([-])
Three years later, he officially returned as a king, even though he came back to avenge Guyun and himself.

But at least he came back and let them know that he was alive and strong enough.

However, even if he came back, his whereabouts were still uncertain. There were only news about him, but no trace of him could be caught.

And they didn't know what kind of identity to look for him anymore, so in the end, they didn't go to see Si Qi, but just kept paying attention to his movements.

Until a few months ago, Si Qi disappeared again, and the Eastern Continent returned to calm. It is said that he has gone to the Western Continent. Since then, no news has been sent back to the Eastern Continent.

However, there is no news about Mu Yixuan until now, and everyone has forgotten about him. Even if a few people think of him at a certain moment, they will only know that he has died somewhere in the Eastern Continent.

After all, when Mu Yixuan disappeared more than four years ago, his cultivation was crippled, and even his spiritual veins were completely destroyed, cutting off all his escape routes and driving him to death.

With no spiritual power and serious injuries, and a younger sister who just turned two years old, who is ignorant and ignorant, there is no place for them to survive in this world of the jungle.

It's just that Wen Aofei didn't believe that Mu Yixuan would die so easily. That was Mu Yixuan, the first genius in the past, how could he die so easily with pride like him.

He shook his head for a while, he thought he had gotten rid of these right and wrong, but in the end he found that he had never jumped out of it.

He is not someone who likes to be sad, but when he saw these familiar things today, he felt uncontrollably emotional.

Thinking about it now, from the time he can remember to now, only the year in Sanctuary is the most special.

In order not to let himself think wildly, Wen Aofei walked back to the arena quickly. When he arrived, he was stuck just before the start of the game.

Wen Aofei did not go to the Wen family's seat, and he did not use his identity as the eldest son of the Wen family to come this time.

He casually found a seat and sat down, and cast his eyes on the three people under the statue of the God of Light.

Bai Zhao was as serious as ever, just sitting there majestically made people feel oppressed.

Grande Jin Zhao was just the opposite. He had an enthusiastic smile on his lips, and his eyes kept scanning the crowd, as if he was looking for something, which made people feel a little friendly.

Si Lu is the youngest of the three. His four-year career as an emperor gave him an aura of calmness and prestige. It's just that he doesn't have a straight face like Bai Zhao's. Instead, his thin lips evoked a light smile. Curved, the smile reveals a bit of scatter.

It's just that his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see to the bottom, he was a very deep man.

Sensing his gaze, Si Lu looked over, Wen Aofei immediately shifted his gaze, and his eyes fell on the playing field, listening to the sanctuary disciple in the middle of the playing field read out the rules of the competition.

There are only a handful of immortal cultivators on the mainland of Kyushu, and there should have been more than 40 in total, but a few fell four years ago, and a few more fell in the Western Continent some time ago, so until now there are only There are more than 30, and there are only more than 20 participating in the competition.

The title of No. [-] powerhouse doesn't mean much to people like Bai Zhao and Qi Xiu. Their identities are already lofty. Even without the title of No. [-] powerhouse, the world still respects him .

(End of this chapter)