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Zhang Yunqing was stunned.

Hua Yu looked up at the roof of the small shop: "Do you know why this place can block divine power?"

Zhang Yunqing didn't understand why, but he answered honestly: "Because it was made from the body of God's Chosen Son."

Hua Yu laughed: "Yes, it was made with the body of the chosen son of God, but the power of God is everywhere, in every corner of the continent, there is no place they can't find or go to."

"This place can completely isolate the divine power because it has long been an absolute space independent of the Canglan Continent. The divine power cannot reach here because, in a sense, this place has already been separated from the Canglan Continent."

Zhang Yunqing was shocked.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind: "So... the Phoenix Clan can easily build thirty-six small shops like this. I guess their territory must have been built into a small world independent of the continent long ago, right?"

Hua Yu nodded: "Yes, so whether this Canglan Continent is destroyed or not, it may be a serious injury to our Divine Phoenix Clan, but it is definitely not a disaster. The Divine Phoenix Clan has been living in seclusion for millions of years and has already established its own vast world."

"Even if a catastrophe is about to happen, the Phoenix Clan can protect the Demon Clan, but it is only enough to protect the Demon Clan. What about you, the Spirit Clan? If you don't save yourselves, who can save you?"

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Yunqing murmured with his head down, and suddenly fell silent.

Out of habit, she took out a cup of tea from her package and drank it unconsciously.

Hua Yu looked at her, "But I hope you know that even if we have the capital to protect ourselves, the destruction of the continent is not what we want to see..."

Zhang Yunqing was silent for a long time and drank a lot of tea.

The divine power of the continent is overflowing, and now the critical point is approaching.

The demon clan has opened up a small world that is enough for them to survive on their own, so they will not put too much effort into this continent.

Just as Huayu said, they prefer to observe, and maybe lend a hand occasionally to donate some supplies, but they will not really get involved in this chaos.

The remaining demons are in cahoots with Chaos, which makes the elves seem somewhat isolated and helpless.

As for the Chaos King, he may want to become a god and save the continent, but once he becomes a god and controls divine power, how will he treat the immortal cultivation world that has been fighting against him for so many years?

Will he be merciful?

Thinking of this, a cunning and despicable smile suddenly appeared in Zhang Yunqing's mind.

Thinking of how he had bewitched the former Spirit Demon King like a devil, they whispered to themselves.

Thinking of the disgusting monster in the Divine Phoenix Secret Realm.

And...the 'pitiful' 'sacrificial body' whose family was broken up.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked out of nowhere: "Sister Hua, do you think there is any connection between God's Chosen Son and destiny?"

Hua Yu shook his head: "I only have a vague understanding of the way of destiny, so I'm afraid I can't answer your question."

Zhang Yunqing suddenly seemed to have figured something out and laughed, "I think so. If we talk about luck, who can be as lucky as the Son of God? Right?"

She should have figured it out long ago. In her previous world, the child of destiny was equivalent to the chosen one.

Therefore, the Chaos King wanted to use his powerful luck to forcibly create a chosen child...

No, it wants to create more than just the chosen one, it wants to create a god.

It is unknown whether it learned about this road from Yun Chu.

But there is only one god, so Gongyi Qingshuang must find the destiny of the descendants of Meng Qianji and Xuan Yue, that is, Mo Xingchen today, because her destiny is the crystallization of the combination of the two most outstanding geniuses in Taixu Sect and Xuan Family, who are most likely to produce the Son of God.

It must be higher than Zhang Huayue. She doesn’t need to do anything. She just needs to wait for Chaos to work hard in secret.

Because in the end, the fruits of victory will definitely be stolen by Mo Xingchen, the son of luck with the highest luck.

But Hun Dun will not necessarily ignore such a big mistake. He will definitely continue to look for the luck hidden by Meng Qianji.

She suddenly laughed. Mo Xingchen would definitely be an important bargaining chip for the immortal world to turn things around.

Hua Yu looked at Zhang Yunqing's sudden smile, and leaned back in the chair in confusion and laziness.

At the same time, she was thinking about how she would convince the elders to accept Zhang Yunqing and Wu Lingyun into the small world if the Canglan Continent finally collapsed.

There might be some obstacles in the process, but as long as they are willing, she will be able to save them.

Xuan Zhengqing stood at the door of Hetao House with a heavy heart, lifted the pearl curtain and looked at the sky outside.

"Master Xuan?" A handsome young man poked his head over, with a sly look in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Lan Xiangzi: "If I remember correctly, you are the spirit monster that used to stay in the outer courtyard of Shenxiao Sect, right?"

"That's right." Lan Xiangzi crossed his arms, "Back then you used the Appearance Talisman to see through my identity and even advised me to leave."

Seeing the doubt in Xuan Zhengqing's eyes, Lan Xiangzi added: "I am the third prince of Lingyao City, Lan Xiangzi."

Xuan Zhengqing nodded: "So it's the Third Prince. No wonder his cultivation has reached such a terrifying level at such a young age."

"That's it!" Lan Xiangzi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he coughed lightly: "Ahem! Master Xuan, now that you have the skills of Youzhidao, you are also considered a Youzhidao person, right?"

Xuan Zhengqing was suddenly stunned for a moment, then pondered for a long time, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Lan Xiangzi was smug: "I am the eldest senior brother of Youzhidao~"

Xuan Zhengqing pretended not to hear and turned away.

"Huh? Why did you leave?" Lan Xiangzi was speechless.

Xuan Zhengqing strolled in the shop and saw ambiguous boy dolls everywhere. These dolls were exquisitely made and had stunning looks, but most of them were disheveled and had very suggestive postures, which made his scalp tingle. The key point was that there were many familiar faces among them.

Lan Xiangzi was chattering behind him.

He had no choice but to walk forward with his head down. When he saw a small door, he pushed it open and went in, hoping to find some peace and quiet.

As a result, shadows of pictures began to move around like 3D projections.

He suddenly looked like an old man looking at his phone, revealing an unconcealable 'mask of pain'.

Seeing that there was a door at the end of the room, he walked through the low whispers. When he saw his own figure appear in the painting, he staggered and almost sprained his waist.

He looked at the figure with a gloomy expression. Although the face was extremely similar to his own, the body shape was not. It was probably constructed by the imagination of the person who drew the figure.

But the sight of her lying between the pillows with slightly red eyes, slightly open lips, and slender neck wet with sweat was so eye-catching that he couldn't help but wave his sleeves before leaving.