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The blue-robed man replied, "They have seven arhats suddenly leaving the temple and rushing to the extreme west."

"I see, continue to monitor."

"If you have major information, report it to me immediately."

Chang Henzi nodded and waved his hand, "Go!"

"Yes!"

The blue robe suddenly turned into a blue smoke and disappeared.

"How about you?"

Chang Henzi looked at the black robe man.

"Master!"

"The subordinates in the Supreme Nine Qing Palace have found out that many of them have also suddenly left!"

The black-robed man replied, "However, they are heading east, which is the opposite direction from Leiyin Temple."

"Humph!"

"These people move frequently, what did they find?"

Chang Henzi narrowed his eyes, "Could it be traces of the lost Xuanwu!?"

Thinking of this, a strong light burst into his eyes instantly!

His dream is to travel to the boundless universe, where he should exist in the big world!

For him, the place of exile was like a well, extremely depressing.

Chang Henzi was also very envious of Bi Yelin and other strong men who had flown from the boundless universe.

He envied Bi Yelin and they had lived in the boundless universe and had seen a more exciting world!

That kind of feeling is probably because the mud children in the countryside yearn for city life.

Therefore, Chang Henzi very much hopes to win the war of reincarnation, and summon the coffin of Nine Dragons in the battle of reincarnation.

And every piece of information about the lost Xuanwu, he also cares very much!

"Master!"

The black-robed man said cautiously, "The subordinates are investigating their purpose. If there are clues to the loss of Xuanwu, they must report to the Lord as soon as possible!"

"Okay! Go ahead!"

Chang Henzi nodded, with a glimmer of hope on his face.

Although he has been disappointed countless times in the long years.

But every time he will keep looking forward to it, not letting go of any chance!

"Yes!"

The black robe man knocked his head to lead his orders, and then disappeared into black smoke.

Not long.

The behemoth of Chang Hen Palace has moved again.

In the East, the West, and the South, people are all on duty.

The seemingly peaceful place of exile is already undercurrents!

Time passed slowly.

In the chasing soul emperor palace.

Yuqing is playing mahjong with Chu Xiaobei and others.

She absolutely loves this game, and once she is on the table, she can't stop it at all!

"Ninety-nine tubes!"

"Gang! Hey, sorry!"

"..."

Everyone was playing with joy, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

"Yo!"

"You guys are having fun!"

It turned out that Su Lang did not know when he came to this side hall.

"master!"

"Brother Su Lang, hug!"

"Your Majesty Su Lang, you are here, Xiao Mei pleases you!"

"Su Lang, why are you here, do you want to play twice?"

"Friend Su Lang, you are here!"

"..."

Seeing Su Lang, the girls stopped their movements and reacted differently.

Su Linger's face was slightly restrained.

Ji Ruxue plunged into Su Lang's arms and acted like a baby.

Yumei was very humble and performed a slave service.

Xiao Mei worshipped Su Lang as a maid.

Murong Xianxian smiled, like a virtuous wife.

Chu Xiaobei looked surprised, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes. He obviously wanted to play Mahjong twice with Su Lang.

Yuqing looked at Su Lang a little shyly, wondering if the excitement he was just playing mahjong was seen.

"Haha!"

"I'm not here to play mahjong!"

"I have time to play with you in the future, good!"

Su Lang laughed, then looked at Yuqing, "I'm here to find Daoist Yuqing, you and your master have already refined the medicine."

This statement came out.

Chu Xiaobei and others didn't respond.

Yuqing was shocked.

"This refining is complete!?"

"How can it be so fast? Shouldn't those pills be difficult to refine?"

Yuqing held her mouth in surprise and said, a wave of horror rose in her chest.

She really couldn't believe that those dozens of godless pills could all be refined in a day or two.

Not only that, those pills must be of perfect quality!

It's impossible to think about it!

Shouldn't alchemy be practiced hard for seven or forty-nine days, or nine-nine-nine-eighty-one days or even longer?