"In which direction?"

"Southeast."

Chen Yan heard this and seemed to be thinking about something.

She said to Feng Xingyao, "I'm going to the inner circle Taipu Mountain to look for the sacred tree now. If you need anything, please call me."

"Well, I just want to sleep."

Hearing this, Chen Yan looked at him seriously.

"What exactly is your identity?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyao drooped his eyelashes to hide the emotions in his eyes. He slowly supported himself on the soft couch and sat up. He looked weak and pale, his breath was barely there, and he raised his eyes to meet Chen Yan's gaze.

He said three words.

After hearing this, Chen Yan's expression changed slightly.

She suddenly understood, understood what he had said before.

It's not fake.

…

Chen Yan asked Wu Ying and the others to watch Feng Xingyao, and then she left the supernatural space.

She wanted to retrieve the sacred tree as soon as possible and heal Jiuzhuan's injuries before her power as the Emperor of the Underworld was exhausted.

She summoned the Tianzhou Divine Sword in her hand and was about to tear through the void to rush to the inner circle when suddenly, she felt a chill in her heart.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh came from behind.

A cold breath came from behind.

Chen Yan's body froze, and she turned around with all her strength. When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, her heart suddenly contracted.

"Yao!"

The silver-haired man's chest was pierced by a long sword, and the person holding the sword was the man in white robe - the nameless god!

"If you want to leave, can you leave?" The nameless god sneered.

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand that pierced Feng Xingyao suddenly turned into black water, corroding more than half of Feng Xingyao's chest in an instant!