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Although he had expected that this trip would not go so smoothly and had been mentally prepared for it, facing these people now, he still felt unsure.

Mu Jia said, "Wu Xin is inside, open the door!"

The voice was cold and there was no room for doubt.

Ming Yan frowned, "This is the forbidden area of ​​our Nether Clan. It's really rude for you to break in without permission..."

"Brother Mingyan!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yanmang interrupted him, "Two options, either you open the door yourself, or we do it ourselves..."

Although they both open the door, the consequences are completely different.

"You two, you are going too far!" Netherworld King said with a dark face.

"Ah!"

Now that they are all here, they are here to show off their faces. At this time, who cares about face?

I gave you face, but if you don’t want it yourself, who else can you blame?

Mu Jia sneered and took action almost at the same time as Lian Madang. They arrived in front of the stone door in an instant and both of them punched each other.

boom!

The stone door collapsed instantly.

"you dare!"

Ming Yan was furious and was about to take action.

But Mu Yi stepped forward and stopped him, "Brother Mingyan, your opponent is me!"

Ming Yan's eyes widened angrily, "Are you worthy?"

Although Ming Yan's level is somewhat worse than that of Mu Jia and the others, he can still be considered to be in the same echelon. Mu Yi is indeed far behind him.

Immediately, Ming Yan was furious and slapped Mu Yi with a palm.

Mu Yi did not take the attack forcefully, he dodged directly and formed shackles of law in his hands, heading towards the Dark Flame.

She was no match for Ming Yan, but it was still very easy just to hold him back.

On the other side, Netherworld King wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Donglai Ancestor.

Dong Lai, who has entered the realm of perfection for the first time, is also no match for Netherworld King. However, his purpose is not to win, he just needs to hold Netherworld King back.

As a result, the world cracked and the four people fought together.

At the same time, Mu Jia and Lian Mang had already entered the cave.

…

In the cave, the light of the golden bowl was still shining, and the two of them saw the head shrouded in golden light at a glance.

Looking at each other, it was true.

"coming?"

Wu Xin noticed their arrival, but he didn't get up, or even look remotely surprised.

Mu Jia said, "Wuxin, you are hiding deep enough. This is Kunlun, how dare you?"

Wu Xin said, "He has been tortured by the source of the netherworld for so long, and I can help him escape. Why not?"

"snort!"

He said madly, "You benefit yourself at the expense of others. Is this how you, Dalingshan, behave?"

"Don't blame me!"

Wu Xin shook his head, "You two are just afraid that I will go further. You don't need to sound so fresh and refined!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, stop him first!"

Mu Jia scolded, and in an instant he came to the iron cage, raised his fist, and hit the iron cage directly.

"Boom!"

Jin Bo shook for a moment and actually blocked his attack.

And with this blow, the head that was enjoying it with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Mu Jia was so close that he was startled.

"snort!"

Hearing a muffled groan from the other party, Mu Jia suddenly felt a terrifying force sweeping toward him, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.

boom!

The whole person fell into the pool.

It caused a large splash of water.

"Brother Mujia?"

The man was shocked, but saw that the pool had returned to calm, but Mu Jia was not seen coming out.

He looked up at the head in the cage.

His eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be boundless anger in his eyes. As soon as Madang Fang made eye contact with him, he felt that his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

He quickly closed his eyes and shook his head.

Restore sanity.

"Enlighten your heart..."

Yan Mang felt angry and realized that he seemed to have been plotted against. He immediately turned to look at Wu Xin.

But Wu Xin was sitting there with a dull look on his face, staring blankly at the head, opening and closing his mouth, as if he was chanting some curse pattern mechanically.

At this moment, although there were still bits of golden light emanating from the cage, it was already very small.

Is this fellow Wu Xin also enlightened?

An unpleasant feeling arose in Xianmang's heart.

He immediately came to Wu Xin's side, raised his palm and hit him.

Wu Xin doesn’t even hide or evade.

"Bang!"

Wu Xin was directly knocked away, but the next second, he was dragged back by the golden link connected to the head.

With a bang, he also fell into the pool.

The man's face trembled, already feeling something bad.

"You are, crazy..."

A voice sounded slowly, like someone whispering in Lian Madang's ear.

He was frightened. This voice was strange yet familiar to him. It didn't sound old, but it seemed to have traveled through time, carrying endless vicissitudes of life.

There was no doubt, he knew whose voice it was.

"Senior Kunlun, I'm down here, no offense." He replied quickly, not daring to raise his head to look at the head.

"I remembered it, I remembered it all."

The voice whispered repeatedly.

The golden bowl hanging above lost the support of Wuxin and became dim. However, after a while, it lost its divine power and fell directly.

"Senior Kunlun, just now, Dalingshan Enlightenment has tried to save you and borrow your power to practice. Brother Mu Jia and I are here to help you."

Yanmang forced himself to explain.

Holy Lord Kunlun is indeed their elder.

Once upon a time, in that era when there were so many powerful people, how could a dominant being be so powerful?

Although he was in trouble now, he didn't dare to underestimate him. He couldn't tell the opponent's strength at all, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Mu Jia and Wu Xin were able to catch the Tao so easily, one can only imagine what this person is capable of.

"boom!"

The next second, Yanmang only felt an explosion, as if the cage exploded.

A figure floated over and appeared beside him.

Her long hair is flowing, her sleeves are dancing backwards, and her temperament is elegant and out of this world.

Holy Lord Kunlun is exactly the Holy Lord Nianmang in Nianmang's memory.

Yan Man glanced up and felt that the other person's eyes seemed to have some magic power.

After a moment of distraction, when he woke up, he was already soaking in the pool.

…

"What happened just now?"

Climbing out of the pool, Xianmang found that Mu Jia and Wu Xin were also nearby.

Two people have also come out of the pool.

However, the expressions on the faces of these two people were a little confused, as if they were trying hard to remember something, but they had no clue.

It seems that there is a memory missing.

They even felt confused as to why they appeared here.

The scene in front of them made them feel extremely strange.

Faced with the crazy questions, the two looked at each other and shook their heads.

Wu Xin stared at the pool in front of him, "This is the Fountain of Forgetfulness. When we came out of the pool, our memories were washed away by the laws in the pool."