He now had only one thought in mind, which was to quickly gather all the fragments of the Heaven-Bulding Stone before the Taoists came looking for him.

......

Fairyland.

Meng Po and Yun Xiao faced each other from a distance.

Compared to the solemn expression on Yunxiao's face, Mengpo seemed much more casual.

"Meng Po, my Jiejiao shouldn't have any deep hatred with you, so why are you always forcing me?" Yunxiao didn't understand.

Even if it was to buy time for Lu Hen Ge, there was no need to chase him so quickly and not give him any time to breathe.

Meng Po puffed on the pipe in her hand, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and sneered: "It seems that you Taoists have completely forgotten what happened back then."

Hearing this.

Yunxiao frowned.

What happened back then?

What's up?

Yunxiao didn’t know what happened to Mengpo, but since Mengpo said so, there must be something hidden behind it.

Think of this.

Yun Xiao said softly, "We don't know what happened back then. Even if you have a grudge against Taoism, it has nothing to do with us."

Meng Po sneered.

What she hated most was that Taoists always acted innocent, as if they were the most innocent people in the world.

She had been planning in the underworld for so long, and she was getting closer and closer to her goal, so she couldn't give up halfway.

"Even Huang Long was killed."

"You are not the only one left."

There was a strange light flashing in Meng Po's eyes.

Yunxiao's expression tightened.

It seems.

Except for the Heavenly King who escaped, all other members of the Chan Sect have been killed.