When the two were struggling to walk upwards, the Golden-Winged Roc King arrived. It was only affected and did not face the black iron spike directly, so its injury was not very serious.

It was very concerned about Meng Chen's injuries, and rushed over as soon as it recovered a little.

"Lord, are you okay?"

Meng Chen pouted: "Do you think I'm okay? Take us away from here quickly. I guess the emperor already knows our location. We shouldn't stay here for long."

King Golden Wing Peng said quickly: "Indeed it is so."

Meng Feiyan helped Meng Chen sit on the back of the Golden-winged Roc King and quickly flew away.

Billions of miles away, in a palace, Emperor Bai Li looked at the formation plate in front of him which had exploded again, his face looking terribly gloomy.

The dozen or so cultivators nearby looked at Emperor Baili with solemn expressions. They had just seen Emperor Baili forcibly deduce Meng Feiyan's position, and then forcibly manifest her, using the Hedao stars to launch a fatal attack on that person.

He was now suffering from a severe backlash, and this was the second time he had vomited blood during this period...

But that guy was really powerful. In less than a month, he made the Emperor suffer such a great loss.

The key point is that the guy doesn’t seem to be dead yet. The last scene only shows that the guy turned into a dragon and was nailed to the ground.

Normally, when the Emperor attacks a cultivator in the Hedao realm, it would be normal for the opponent's body to explode and his soul to be annihilated, but that person was just nailed to the ground. It was incredible that his body and soul were so strong.

As they were worried, Emperor Baili wiped the blood off his mask and said coldly, "That man is not dead, but I already know his location. His meridians are sealed and his cultivation is damaged. You can just go after him."

There were more than a dozen people, all cultivators from Yuandao Palace. Some of them had followed from the beginning, while others arrived later.

The cultivator of the Meng family said with a sullen face, "Meng Feiyan committed such a treasonous act. The family head has ordered that she should be killed and the Fu Sheng Pen should be recovered! As for that Qing Xiao, the old patriarch wants him to be brought back safely."

The Zhang family members were all bewildered and indignant. If nothing unexpected happened, their young master was killed by Qingxiao. How could they let Qingxiao go!
The expression of the cultivator from the Meng family became more serious: "The old sect master is also from your Zhang family. Are you going to disobey the old sect master's order?"

The Zhang family’s people stopped talking. Even though the old patriarch’s blood was running dry, he still held the title of the old patriarch, and they could not disobey him.

Their silence was considered as their tacit agreement to the matter.

After discussing with the people of the Zhang family, the Meng family looked at Emperor Baili. The final decision had to be made by him.

Emperor Baili swept his cold eyes over them and said indifferently: "Leave Meng Feiyan alive."

The cultivator from the Meng family frowned and said, "Emperor, the Meng family elders' council has passed a resolution that Meng Feiyan plotted to murder the young master of the Yuan Dao Palace. He is a traitor to the Yuan Dao Palace and even more so to the Meng family. His crime is unforgivable and he should be killed."

Emperor Baili's gaze fell on him, and as his eyes flashed, a blade of light flashed, and the Meng family cultivator's head and body were separated.

"Who wants to say more?"

The emperor's voice was cold and calm, as if he was not the one who had just killed someone.

Those monks were still frightened, and the emperor's words were like a death warrant to them.

Monk Zhang quickly said, "As you command!"

The people of the Meng family didn't dare to say anything more and immediately agreed.

After the two families went out, they gathered all the people they brought with them together.

Among them was Venerable Qianlan, Leng Qianlan, but at this time she did not even have the qualifications to go in and see the Emperor, so she could only wait outside.

They had already obtained the approximate coordinates of Meng Feiyan, and finally narrowed down the search area. At the same time, they also knew that the guy named Qingxiao was actually the one who had transcended the tribulation, and the two groups, who originally had different purposes, joined forces.

Meng Chen and Meng Feiyan didn't know all this, but they were clearly aware of the coming crisis.

Meng Feiyan hadn't said anything, which made Meng Chen a little uncomfortable, especially now that they were both sitting on the back of the Golden-winged Roc King. When she gently placed his head on her legs, Meng Chen felt his scalp tingling.

"Um...Meng Feiyan, were you injured just now?"

Meng Chen looked at her head with concern. She must have hit her head, otherwise her temperament would not have changed drastically.

Seeing Meng Chen staring at her, Meng Feiyan’s pretty face turned slightly red and she punched Meng Chen hard on the chest.

"What are you staring at me for!?"

Meng Chen was a little speechless and repeated: "Were you hurt just now? Did you hit your head?"

The smile on Meng Feiyan's slightly red face disappeared, and she said sternly, "Why do you say that?"

Meng Chen did not hide it: "Nothing, I just felt that you were too nice to me today..."

Meng Feiyan turned her face away naturally, without denying it. She pretended to cough a few times before saying, "You saved me and helped me hide for so long. Shouldn't I be nicer to you now?"

Meng Chen thought so and it made sense. When he let her out, she must have known that he had helped her, so there was no need to continue hiding it.

"Okay, whatever you want." Meng Chen said casually. Meng Feiyan pursed her lips and was silent for a long time before saying, "Can I know your name?"

She guessed that Qingxiao must not be his real name. After all, the Huangxiao and Luxiao he had used to fool people were just like a joke, so hateful.

Meng Chen was speechless. It seemed that Meng Feiyan was serious about wanting to have something happen between them this time. After all, Meng Feiyan had never seriously asked for his name before.

Meng Chen did not say anything. He kept using a pseudonym because he did not want to reveal his true identity. He originally wanted to be on guard against the Qiantian Palace, but who would have thought that by accident he would offend three giants, the Jiuxing Gate, the Xuanyuan Cave and the Eyuan Dao Palace.

Compared with the three transcendent forces in Jiuxiao Realm, Qiantian Palace is really not good enough.

The current situation is so bad that Meng Chen doesn't want to reveal his identity. If he can't make it, he can change his identity and hide.

Seeing that he remained silent, Meng Feiyan sighed and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to talk, then just leave it alone! We are fine the way we are now."

Meng Chen then replied: "It's good, let's leave it at that!"

The two were silent for a long time, and Meng Chen added: "Actually, Qingxiao is not that kind of messy name, it is a Taoist name."

Meng Feiyan showed a look of joy on her face: "Okay, I understand."

Meng Chen has already sent out a signal, and it seems that he is really willing to interact with me.

As the Golden-Winged Roc King was on his way, Meng Feiyan was surprised to find that the area below was becoming more and more desolate. There were no human cities or sects within billions of miles, and the road ahead was bleak.

She glanced at the Golden-Winged Roc King and then looked at Meng Chen worriedly.

"Qingxiao, where are we going? It seems like we are going to the territory of the demon tribe. The demon tribe is not so friendly to humans..."

Meng Feiyan had no intention of provoking Meng Chen and the Golden-winged Peng King. She was simply worried that her and Meng Chen's meridians were blocked, and the cultivation they could use was too weak. If the Golden-winged Peng King took them to the demon clan, they would be unable to control themselves in the future.

Meng Chen looked calm and said with narrowed eyes: "Don't worry, there is a restriction placed on it by me personally. As long as I think about it, it will die."

Meng Feiyan was relieved, patted her chest, and was no longer so nervous. Meng Chen, however, looked serious: "Don't ask such stupid questions in the future."

Meng Feiyan's delicate body trembled, and her heart felt like it was stuffed with a ball of cotton, making her feel very blocked.

"I'm sorry, I crossed the line." Meng Feiyan said.

After a moment of silence, Meng Feiyan added: "If you want, you can also leave a mark on me."

Meng Chen was very surprised by this. After all, once you are marked, you are almost like a slave, and your life and death depends on your own thoughts.

Meng Chen looked at her with interest, and swept his hand across her lower abdomen without leaving a trace. It was not impossible for him to have the same tattoo as Gu Qingshuang and Zhu Hongyan...

But definitely not now.

Not to mention how terrifying the enemy he is facing is, he still doesn't understand the affairs of Yuandao Palace and the Meng family, so it would be unwise to get involved.

Meng Feiyan noticed Meng Chen's gaze and deliberately straightened up, as if she wanted Meng Chen to see her well-proportioned waistline.

Meng Chen looked away awkwardly: "Forget it, now is not the right time."

For Meng Feiyan, Meng Chen's relationship started with friendship. They were relatively equal, with no hatred or resentment.

So Meng Chen couldn't treat her like an enemy, nor could he treat her like someone he had some friendship with.

For now, all we can do is let nature take its course.

Meng Feiyan was silent, not saying a word, with a somewhat ugly look on her face.

She had always been flattered and treated high and mighty. Even Zhang Zhicheng could only be her lickspittle before they completely broke off relations. But now she was ignored by Meng Chen. She felt very aggrieved and turned her back angrily, not looking at Meng Chen anymore.

Meng Chen ignored her and stood on top of the Golden-Winged Peng King, looking into the distance at the vast Falling Star Mountains.

The winding mountains stretch endlessly, with mist and purple mountains at dusk.

The Golden-winged Roc King took Meng Chen and Meng Feiyan and plunged into the Falling Star Mountains. As they had agreed before, the Golden-winged Roc King simply found an outer area to land.

During this period, Meng Chen had been trying to clear the forbidden runes that had bombarded his meridians, wanting to clear the forbidden runes in his meridians.

"puff!"

Meng Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath quickly weakened, and he became extremely weak.

The Golden Winged Peng King quickly asked, "My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Feiyan also stepped forward with concern, and seeing Meng Chen's condition, she hurriedly said, "The Emperor's methods are far superior to ours. It is impossible to break through the restriction, unless the Emperor of the Tribulation Realm takes action."

"Where can I find the Emperor of Tribulation... You said you have been in the upper realm for so many years, and you said you are the most beautiful woman in the Nine Skies Realm, but there is no Emperor Senior?"

Meng Feiyan's face turned dark instantly. It seemed like she was the one who told him about the most beautiful woman in Jiuxiao Realm. Now that he said it this way, he was totally making fun of her!
Of course, there was something even more humiliating, that was that as a disciple of the most powerful force in the Nine Skies Territory, the resources he could mobilize were so few...

This simply shattered her status as a genius from the Upper Realm that she had always boasted of eight hundred times, and her arrogance that had always made her look down on the cultivators from the Lower Realm shattered to pieces.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Meng Chen patted her shoulder soothingly: "Okay, I know, it was Yuan Dao Palace and the Meng family who handled these things before, and you only need to practice. It's not your fault now."

Meng Feiyan sighed: "I really took it for granted before. Suddenly separated from Yuandao Palace and Meng family, I became a waste."

"Cheer up, there will always be a chance, and I have something to tell you."

Meng Feiyan asked doubtfully: "What's the matter? Don't be with me just because you feel sorry for me. I'm not that fragile. Please don't..."

"Pa!" Meng Chen patted her on the head and said unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about! What I want to talk about is the matter of the Floating Life Pen. It seems that you still cannot exert its full power. It seems that you need the cooperation of the skills, right?"

Meng Feiyan frowned, her expression gradually becoming serious: "You were the one who helped me complete the Fu Sheng brushwork technique last time, right?"

Meng Chen nodded as a confirmation.

Meng Feiyan let out a long sigh and said, "Indeed, my grandfather passed away so suddenly that he didn't even leave behind all the skills. I don't know if this skill is complete."

Meng Chen looked into her eyes for a long time before he spoke: "Do you believe me?"

The martial arts practiced by Meng Feiyan must be the inherited martial arts of the Meng family. If you want to deduce it, you must obtain it. Only based on the fragments can you use the Jade Disc of Creation to deduce the whole thing.

Meng Feiyan opened her red lips and revealed a sly smile: "Of course I believe you. You have secretly learned all the techniques, so it's okay for me to show you the skills. Besides, I'm counting on you!"

Meng Feiyan's expression suddenly became serious. She believed in Meng Chen, believed that he would not covet the Meng family's inherited martial arts, and believed even more that he had the ability to help her complete the inherited martial arts.

"I will show you the inherited technique right now."

Meng Feiyan raised her hand and pointed a finger at Meng Chen's brow, and the Meng family's inherited skills merged into Meng Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

This behavior was intimate and more of a sign of trust. It was Meng Chen's response to Meng Feiyan's trust. After all, just pointing a finger at the other person's brow could severely damage the other person's sea of ​​consciousness even with a little bit of malice.

Meng Chen checked Meng Feiyan's martial arts method, which was called "The Great Dream Sutra", and it was different from the "Great Dream Ancient Sutra" he had deduced before.

There is no doubt that The Great Dream Sutra is definitely not the complete version...

Meng Chen retracted his thoughts, frowned and said: "Okay, then I will start to help you deduce now."

Meng Feiyan's eyes lit up: "Then what can I do for you?"

Meng Chen glanced at him and said unhappily, "Just don't bother me."

Meng Feiyan curled her lips and stepped aside angrily.

The Golden-Winged Roc King folded his wings, shrank in size, and landed on an ancient tree next to Meng Chen to protect him.

Meng Chen took out the Jade Disc of Creation and began to deduce the "Great Dream Ancient Scripture", but his expression was a little strange during the process.

The reason is simple. The contents of the Great Dream Sutra and the Great Dream Ancient Sutra are extremely different. In comparison, the Great Dream Sutra is like a poorly embellished martial arts method. The first half is pretty good, but the difference becomes greater as time goes on.

The Great Dream Sutra uses thoughts to control the pen, and integrates thoughts and true energy into the pen of life, evolving into the real world.

The Great Dream Ancient Scripture, on the other hand, was created from nothing, in accordance with nature, and in line with the great principles of heaven and earth. Just looking at the tone of the Great Dream Ancient Scripture, Meng Chen felt that this thing was some kind of immortal scripture.

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