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Chapter 1630 Extreme Dao Palace?
Before he finished speaking, Chen Muyu was no longer in front of him.

"Huh? The envoy?"

Wu Hu opened his mouth, looked at the empty hall, and looked at the King of Realm in front of him.

"No, the envoy is probably going to the Vientiane Forest!" Wu Hu's face changed slightly.

The two immediately chased to the top of the city, but where can they still see people?
Wuhu murmured, "This Vientiane Forest is extremely dangerous, and there are even beasts in the God Emperor realm..."

"If you don't worry, you can take someone to chase it in and have a look!" Bitter Han said.

"Humph!"

Wuhu snorted and said unhappily, "His own choice, why should I take my men to take risks? You brought him here, so you should be responsible..."

Bitter Cold said indifferently, "I'm only responsible for bringing him here. He is the envoy, and I can't control him. However, I feel that this envoy may not be easy. Since he dares to go deep into the Vientiane Forest, he should be somewhat sure, right?"

Wu Hu raised his eyebrows, "What is he doing with that little novice? Could it be his son?"

"Be careful that you don't go far, it's enough for you to eat a pot!"

Kuhan smiled, "As far as I know, he is looking for a hidden senior, Senior Lan Linyue, have you met him?"

"Senior Lan?"

Hearing this, Wu Hu frowned slightly, "Although I haven't seen Senior Lan, but not long ago, about half a month ago, two young people who claimed to be disciples of Senior Lan appeared at a trade fair in the city. I once invited them to my residence for a banquet, but those two people looked down on us at all, and left after the transaction..."

"Oh?"

Bitter Han froze for a moment, "Is this true?"

"Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Wu Hu was displeased.

"Why didn't you say that just now?" Bitter cold said.

Wuhu stared, "Why did I say that, you didn't even ask!"

Bitter cold speech stagnation, looking out of the city.

Forget it, I don't know where he is now, and it's useless to chase him.

"So, is it possible for Senior Lan to live in seclusion in the Vientiane Forest?" Bitter Han said.

Wu Hu was noncommittal, "Maybe, this senior has always been a supernatural being, and besides, I'm not sure if those two young people are really Senior Lan's disciples, maybe they are pretending to be in the world. There are too many people..."

……

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However, after Chen Muyu left Qingyun City, he went directly to the Vientiane Forest.

The Vientiane Forest is vast, and there are indeed countless beasts. On the way, Chen Muyu encountered several waves of monks fighting the beasts, but they were basically on the periphery, and the strength of the beasts was generally not very strong.

There was no trace of Luochan little novice.

Not long after, Chen Muyu also found the casual cultivator team named Moya.

When they were found, they were fighting a group of evil wolves. Because the strength of the team's personnel varies, the staff reduction is a bit serious.

When I heard what they said, there were more than 50 people, but when the number was counted after the war, there were only 24 people left.

Reduced staff by more than half.

In the team, Chen Muyu did not find Luo Chan either.

So Chen Muyu went to the leader of the team to inquire.

The leader of the team was an old man in a black robe with a somewhat stooped figure, and everyone else called him the second master.

Holding a cigarette pipe and pot in his hand, he really looks like the second uncle at the entrance of the village.

The beard is tied together on the chin, which is quite distinctive.

In the late stage of the Great Dao Realm, they are considered the strongest among this group of people, but with such strength, I am afraid that they can only hang around in the periphery of the Vientiane Forest.

Chen Muyu showed him the image of Luo Chan, and the old man showed some doubts on his face.

He squeezed his beard, thought for a long time, and took several puffs of cigarettes.

Is it so hard to recognize a person?
"call!"

The old man exhaled a puff of turbid smoke and said leisurely, "It's not good, it's not good, my memory seems to have been tampered with..."

"Huh?" Chen Muyu looked at him suspiciously.

The old man tapped the pipe on his arm, shaking the ashes, "I have a little impression of this little monk, but I can't remember the details..."

"Can not remember?"

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, at this moment, the old man called several people nearby and asked them one by one.

After seeing the image of the little novice, everyone had the same expression as the old man just now.

Doubt, surprise, bewilderment, distress.

Obviously, I feel that I have seen it, and indeed I know it, but I just can't remember the specific details. This feeling is really weird, as if a memory has been poached by life.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Chen Muyu probably understood that the blood ancestor must have done something wrong.

Maybe the Blood Ancestor already knew that Chen Muyu was catching up, that's why he left the group of casual cultivators, and even erased the memory of these people about him.

It's just that they haven't wiped it thoroughly, and there is still a little impression of this group of people, maybe they left very hastily.

Spiritual thoughts probed into the depths of the mountain.

Back and forth, without any restraint.

The aura on Chen Muyu's body was slightly revealed, and in the entire Vientiane Forest, all living beings trembled, not a single beast dared to roar.

The old man next to him, as well as many casual cultivators, also felt the terrifying power, and they were all petrified in place for a while.

Back and forth, Chen Muyu scanned the Vientiane Forest many times with his divine sense, but found nothing useful.

The frown deepened.

"senior!"

The old man's attitude has changed. The young man in front of him has such terrifying strength that he has never seen in his life.

Chen Muyu withdrew his divine thoughts, restrained his momentum, "How much do you know about this Vientiane Forest?"

The old man hesitated, "I don't know what aspect the senior asked?"

Chen Muyu said, "I heard that there is a senior casual cultivator in the chaos, named Lan Linyue, who lives in seclusion in the Vientiane Forest, have you heard of it?"

"Senior Lan?"

The old man was stunned when he heard the words, and then shook his head, "Senior Lan is not a casual cultivator. As far as I know, there is a sect deep in the Vientiane Forest, called Jidao Palace, and that is the sect that Senior Lan belongs to!"

"Oh?"

There was something strange in Chen Muyu's eyes, and he looked at the old man called Er Ye in surprise, "Where did you know this?"

The old man smiled wryly, "When the old man was young, he was full of vigor. As soon as he arrived at the Great Dao Realm, he followed a group of casual cultivators to the Vientiane Forest, and ended up breaking into the depths of the forest. Unluckily, he encountered a wave of beasts, and all his companions perished. Yes, just when I thought I was going to explain where I was, Senior Lan appeared, and it was her old man who drove the beast tide away..."

"I was seriously injured at the time. Senior Lan took me back to the division, which is the Jidao Palace. I have been recuperating in the Jidao Palace for nearly a hundred years, and I left the Jidao Palace when I was almost recovered. !"

……

The old man spoke eloquently.

Chen Muyu was surprised, this old man actually went to the division behind Lan Linyue?

"Do you still remember where the Jidao Palace is located?" Chen Muyu immediately asked.

(End of this chapter)