"Wu Que, you are a dragon flying in the sky, go ahead and fly. If you are tired, come back anytime. Beitianyu will always be your home!"

Elder Tianjin spoke, with a sense of vicissitudes and leisure in her voice, but a smile emerged on her face. She looked at Ye Wu Que with reluctance, but more of a blessing and pride.

Weng Qingyue's eyes were red, she stared at Ye Wu Que, her beautiful eyes were full of reluctance, but she did not speak.

Mo Qingye's beautiful eyes were already wet, her hands tightly grasped the corners of her skirt, her red lips were tightly bitten, and there was a deep reluctance on her beautiful face. Ye Wu Que's figure was reflected in her eyes, as if she had thousands of words to say, but they were blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say a word, only a trace of tears fell down.

Ye Wu Que clasped his fists again and bowed to Elder Tianjin. Feeling the eyes of Weng Qingyue and Mo Qingye, Ye Wu Que also felt a little sad, but he still smiled at the two women freely, like warm sunshine.

"Take care..."

The words echoed with a hint of smile, and then Ye Wuque did not stay, turned around and left, his figure gradually going away.

Looking at Ye Wuque's slowly disappearing figure, Mo Qingye finally couldn't hold back the emotions in her heart, tears fell like raindrops, opened her red lips as if to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

Weng Qingyue hugged her junior sister, looking at her heartbroken appearance, her heart was also very sad.

"Okay, okay..."

Only the voice of Elder Tianjin with a trace of loving comfort resounded in the forbidden palace. Outside

the forbidden palace, Ye Wuque stepped out, he raised his head slightly, looked at the starry sky, the bright moon hanging high, and a trace of emotion flashed in his bright eyes.

Ye Wuque's right hand flashed, and the talisman of "the distance between heaven and earth" appeared in his hand, the power of divine thought surged, and the message was transmitted.

After doing all this, Ye Wuque took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared from the spot.

Whoosh...

When Ye Wuque appeared again, he came to another hall, where four figures were sitting cross-legged, each holding a piece of jade slip in their hands, and were comprehending it in a trance.

"Wuque!"

"Junior Brother!"

...

Ye Wuque's sudden appearance immediately made the four people in the hall all show surprise!

"Master, Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Sister..."

Looking at the four people in front of him, Ye Wuque showed a faint smile on his face. He was in the Battle Array Palace at this moment.

"Hiss! This fluctuation... Wuque, have you successfully broken through to become a primary forbidden master?"

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Elder Tianzhan felt it carefully, and a touch of shock appeared on his old face. He immediately asked Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque nodded slowly and did not deny it.

"Good guy! You are worthy of being a junior brother! You are both excellent in battle and forbidden! Awesome! Really awesome!"

Senior Brother Gu Fan showed excitement on his face, with a hint of emotion and joy.

Zhai Qing and Zi Ling also had the same expression on their faces. They were all happy for Ye Wuque and felt proud.

"Hahahahaha! Battle and prohibition are both unique! Wuque, only you can do this! I, Tianzhan, have such a disciple, what else can I ask for?"

Elder Tianzhan laughed and comforted him.

Ye Wuque looked at the four people in front of him, and a trace of reluctance welled up in his eyes, but it was only fleeting, and then he waved his right hand again! In

an instant, dozens of small jade bottles appeared in front of the four people, and at the same time, his voice rang out, echoing in the battle palace.

"Master, Senior Brother, Senior Brother Four, Senior Sister Five, this is my last little gift."

When these words came out, Elder Tianzhan was stunned at first, then he nodded slowly, his expression became open-minded and leisurely, he said with a smile: "The eagle spreads its wings and fights the sky, this place is too small, Wuque, you should have a wider world, go, Beitianyu will always be your home, Zhanzhen Palace will always be your home."

"Junior Brother! Take care on the way!"

The feeling of parting was overflowing in an instant, but Gu Fan, Zhai Qing, and Zi Ling all had a smile of blessing on their faces, full of sincerity.

Ye Wuque nodded gently, clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Elder Tianzhan, and then he did not stay and strode away, a "take care" echoed, and it never stopped for a long time.

The Holy Way of the Heavens, the small world of lotus.

Ye Wuque once again appeared in the forbidden land that was like a paradise and belonged to the Linglong Saint Lord alone, and Gu Qingchen was also here.

The appearance of Ye Wuque immediately surprised these two great female heroes of the Northern Sky Region!

"Wuque!"

"Wuque!"

The female voices rang out in unison, and the originally blurred faces suddenly became clear, revealing two beautiful faces!

In front of Ye Wuque, neither Linglong Saint Lord nor Gu Qingchen would hide their faces.

"Aunt Chen! Aunt Linglong!"

Looking at the two people in front of him, Ye Wuque's eyes showed a trace of deep gratitude.

However, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed immediately. After he looked at Linglong Saint Lord, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Aunt Linglong, give me your hand, calm your mind and spirit."

Linglong Saint Lord did not hesitate at all, and immediately stretched out her right hand and did as Ye Wuque ordered.

In an instant, an extremely pure holy Dao fighting spirit entered the body of Linglong Saint Lord from Ye Wuque's body, and it circulated for nine great cycles!

Linglong Saint Lord immediately sweated profusely, her beautiful face was full of blush, and her slightly closed eyes kept trembling!

When Ye Wuque withdrew his hand, Linglong Saint Lord opened his eyes again, full of excitement and surprise!

"My hidden injuries...are all healed!"

"Aunt Linglong, don't worry, from now on you will no longer have any shackles, you can continue to practice and continue to break through."

Linglong Saint Lord looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes slowly moistened, not knowing what to say.

Gu Qingchen smiled gently and said: "Wuque is a close junior in our eyes, and there is no need to say more words of gratitude. Wuque, you came here to say goodbye this time, right?"

Gu Qingchen dominated the East, with amazing eyesight, and hit the nail on the head.

Ye Wuque nodded directly and stopped hiding. He waved his right hand, and dozens of small jade bottles appeared and fell beside Linglong Saint and Gu Qingchen.

"Aunt Chen, Aunt Linglong, Uncle Fu left me a clue. I'm going to find his footsteps and find him back!"

As soon as these words came out, both Linglong Saint and Gu Qingchen trembled. Finally, the two women smiled at each other and looked at Ye Wuque. Finally, Linglong Saint said, "Go, Wuque, take care on the way."

"Don't worry, I will take care of the Murong family."

Ye Wuque nodded heavily, clasped his fists and bowed deeply to the two women, and then strode away without saying goodbye.

...

This is a hall with brilliant lights, located in the guest house of the Holy Way of the Heavens, specially used to entertain distinguished guests who come to the Holy Way of the Heavens. The

one who is temporarily staying here is the first family in the East who came with Gu Qingchen... the Murong family!

At this moment, the atmosphere in the guest house was warm. Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family, sat on the main seat, and the elders of the Murong family stood behind him. On the two deputy seats below him, there was a figure sitting on each seat.

One of them was tall, with a strong breath and tough eyes. The scar on his face not only did not match his face at all, but also added a sense of toughness. It was Murong Hai!

Today, Murong Hai has long been an outstanding disciple of the Holy Way of the Heavens. He has made great achievements in the battle of the Northern Sky Region, attracting countless people's attention.

The other figure was a woman with an impressive figure, wearing a bright red martial arts skirt, with a beautiful appearance, fair and delicate, and red lips with a smile. It was Murong Binglan.

At this moment, the Murong family was talking happily with a group of people sitting opposite, and the leader was the first person of the young generation of the Holy Way of the Heavens... Ximen Zun!

Next to Ximen Zun was Zhuo Bufan, followed by Mo Honglian, Fang He, Mo Baiou, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, all of whom were here.

Both sides used tea instead of wine, and the atmosphere was warm and full of laughter.

Murong Binglan's beautiful eyes swept back and forth between Ximen Zun and Zhuo Bufan's faces, with a touch of yearning and desire in the depths of her eyes.

"Whether it is Ximen Zun or Zhuo Bufan, they are both first-class heroes in the Northern Sky Region... If I can become the Taoist partner of one of them, then my status and position in the future will be extremely noble!"

Murong Binglan's thoughts were surging in her heart, but suddenly another figure emerged in her mind, but she was immediately forced to suppress it, unwilling and dared not to think about it.

Murong Changqing looked at Ximen Zun in front of him, but his heart was constantly sighing and full of gratitude.

"To be able to get such courtesy from the Holy Dao of the Heavens, it is ultimately due to Wuque's face!"

Murong Changqing understood, what kind of status did Ximen Zun have?

He could lead a group of people to make friends with him, only because of Ye Wuque's face, otherwise what would a mere Murong family count for?

When he thought of Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing's eyes were full of pride.

However, in the next moment, a male voice with a faint smile suddenly sounded in the brightly lit hall.

"Wuque, meet Uncle Changqing..."

A figure appeared silently in the hall, tall and slender, with a fair and handsome face, it was Ye Wuque!

"Wuque!"

"Junior Brother Ye!"

"Wuque!"

...

In an instant, everyone in the hall stood up, their faces full of surprise, especially Murong Changqing!

Murong Binglan, who was originally holding the teacup in her slender hand, trembled, her right hand shook, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound!