She was counting the days, not knowing how Song Qingyun was doing.
However, her junior brother has been trained by her for three years. Although he is only in the foundation building stage now, he is born with a sword bone. Under normal circumstances, he can fight across levels. He can survive two moves against the golden elixir. In addition, he runs fast. It shouldn't be a problem to run away if you encounter a tough situation.
Thinking about it this way, there is no need to worry too much.
Sang Luo focused his attention on Chu Yanshu again, made a secret gesture with his fingers, and set up the formation again.
This time, what was gathered was the spiritual energy of the entire Yunyao secret realm.
She was not proficient in the talisman formation, but she had learned a little bit from her master uncle, and she had just received the Immortal inheritance. Unexpectedly, the first time she used it, she used it on Chu Yanshu.
After setting up the formation, she turned to look in the direction of the stone gate.
I wonder, who within the 'Death Gate' is accepting the inheritance of Shura Dao?
After about another quarter of an hour, the stone door opened.
The man in black robe has entered the golden elixir realm. He has found his own way and came out of the 'Death Door'. The old man beside him looked at the young man in the spirit gathering formation, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"kill him!"
A long knife formed in the black-robed man's hand, and thick demonic breath burst out from his body, heading towards Chu Yanshu in the spirit gathering formation.
Chu Yanshu, who was building the foundation, seemed to be aware of the atmosphere from the outside world. His body tensed and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
If he withdrew his strength at this moment, even if he could escape, he would definitely be seriously injured.
But at this moment, the girl leaned down from the leafy tea tree, Feng Li's sword carried the Hunting Sky Fire, and forced the man in black robe back with one move.
The long sword in his hand buzzed. Sang Luo stood in front of the spirit gathering array and gave him a comforting look. His voice was clear,
"Don't worry, Ji Zhu, I'm here."
Chu Yanshu hesitated for a moment and continued to absorb spiritual energy and build the foundation.
Under the black-robed man's mask, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
"Feng Lijian, you are Sang Luo!"
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows frivolously and said in surprise,
"Ah, you also know Feng Lijian. It seems that you are also a disciple of the Seventh Sect?"
The man in black robe narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
There was a slight smile in Sang Luo's apricot eyes, tsk, it seems that he guessed it right!
The old man beside the man in black robe looked at Sang Luo, his eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent overflowing.
"Kill her!"
Everyone in Xuanyuan Sect should die!
Sang Luo saw the shadow and squinted his eyes slightly.
Isn't that Chu Yanshu's grandfather in the original work?
What, someone changed?
Now, she was even more curious about who was behind the mask.
The man in black robe made another move, and Sang Luo raised his sword to meet him.
In the past three years, she only had to eat and sleep to practice. The master did not care about worldly affairs, but Su Changluo trained Sang Luo as the next sword master of Xuanyuan Sect.
She was familiar with the swordsmanship moves of the world's sects, and Sang Luo tried to force out the black-robed man's mental moves time and time again, but this man was so cunning that she couldn't see the original energy no matter what.
The man in black was murderous, but gradually, he was losing ground.
Even though he now has the cultivation level of Jindan realm, his foundation is not as good as Sang Luo.
When the murderous aura becomes stronger, the attack becomes more aggressive, but it is also easier to see the flaws.
In contrast, the girl in green was extraordinarily calm and calm, and her every move was flawless.
It was at this time that the first foundation of Chu Yanshu was formed, and dark clouds filled the sky, causing thunder and disaster.
The young man in the spirit gathering formation suffered a heavy thunder tribulation, his sword eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.
But then, another thunderstorm descended from the sky, with a faint potential of destruction.
