Chapter 782: Things harm their own kind

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White clouds floated in the blue sky, and the bright sunshine cast golden clouds through the clouds.

The warm breeze brings the fragrance of flowers, and the clear air is comfortable and soft.

The huge formation that had been dormant for many years burst into dazzling light on an ordinary afternoon.

On the high platform not far away, two monks sitting cross-legged suddenly opened their eyes, flew up, and landed on the edge of the formation, their eyes full of solemnity.

Strong spatial fluctuations shook the entire Qianjing.

The light of the teleportation formation has not yet dissipated, and several streams of light have leaped over from various places in Qianjing.

In just a few breaths, three or four figures fell down.

With the improvement of his cultivation and the experience of many teleportations, Lingchu has become accustomed to the earth-shaking feeling of teleportation.

I just felt slightly dizzy and slightly uncomfortable, but I soon woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, everything in front of me became brighter.

Countless spiritual energy poured into her body crazily. She couldn't help but activate her mental skills, and her meridians and Dantian absorbed the spiritual energy eagerly.

It's as if the serious illness has gone away, the dust has been wiped away, and a light and relaxed feeling arises between the body and mind.

The already loose realm was even weaker. Lingchu suppressed the throbbing in his heart and the boiling spiritual power.

She could feel that there was only a thin layer of paper between her and the Nascent Soul realm. If she were in seclusion now, she would be no less than 50% sure of breaking through.

Her state of mind and cultivation are not bad anymore.

The remaining 50% is due to chance, luck and concentration.

It was not just Lingchu who suddenly returned to the Eastern Continent, surrounded by full spiritual power. Among the fourteen people, most of them had improved in cultivation, and there were a few who were similar to Lingchu and had their realm barriers loosened. .

If the fourteen people go back to retreat this time, they will all make great progress.

The light of the formation gradually dissipated, and the monks who formed a circle around the formation silently moved their positions, and the vigilance in their eyes dissipated.

As soon as Lingchu stood firm, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then he was firmly locked in an embrace.

The glazed fire in Lingchu's dantian and the natal magic weapon Weiji Umbrella jumped slightly, but quickly became quiet again.

Liu Wuyi, Jiang Yanzhi and Mingyue were also the ones who reacted very quickly, but they stopped before they could attack.

Because everyone has clearly seen that the monks surrounding them are all elders of the five immortal sects.

As for Lingchu, who was being held, he looked up and saw his master's heroic eyebrows and bright smile.

"My dear disciple, you are back!"

It is Zhenjun Duanyi.

Zhenjun Duanyi held Lingchu with one hand while checking his little apprentice up and down, and nodded, "Yes, there are no missing arms or legs, and the little face is still as good-looking."

There was no greeting, nor did he immediately ask about the status of the mission. Duanyi Zhenjun took his disciple and talked to himself with a smile.

Except for Zhang Xuzhi and Mingyue from the Sanqing Dao Sect, everyone else looked at Zhenjun Duanyi and Lingchu in surprise.

They have never seen such a master!

The people in Jianzhai were even more puzzled because they saw that Lord Yijian, who was supposed to be the elder of their Jianzhai, was following behind Lord Duanyi with a smile on his face!

And he also followed Zhenjun Duanyi to greet Lingchu.

"Lingchu, right? Just hope you come back safely. You are the only female disciple under your master. Duan Yi has always been worried about you in the past few years, and you have lost weight."

The cold arrogance from before was nowhere to be seen on Zhenjun Yijian's face at this moment. He smiled particularly kindly at Lingchu, but his eyes always drifted towards Zhenjun Duanyi.

Lingchu looked suspiciously at his master, whose expression remained unchanged, and at the smiling Lord Yijian, and then at his master's rosy cheeks and the soft arms holding him.

Thin?

True Lord Duanyi glanced sideways at True Lord Yijian, "My disciple, do you want you to take care of me?"

Master Yijian immediately blushed and stuttered, "I...you..."

Lingchu opened his eyes slightly, and Jiang Yanzhi and the others also opened their eyes.

What happened in the past few years?

As for the other disciples, they did not dare to look directly, but they kept glancing over with their little eyes.

Only the other sect elders present looked indifferent and were not surprised.

Full of curiosity, Lingchu was rubbed on the head by Zhenjun Duanyi and looked at it again and again, and finally the group was taken to Qianji Pavilion.

Qianji Pavilion, Tongyou Hall.

After many years, everyone gathered in this ancient palace again.

The person sitting above him was still the white-browed old man from Qianji Pavilion.

On both sides are the True Lord Duanyi of Sanqing Dao Sect, True Lord Yijian of Jianzhai, True Lord Yanhuo of Chiyang Dao Sect, and True Lord Bishui of Floating Palace.

Below are the fourteen disciples heading to the Western Continent.

"No one was injured and they all came back, which is a good thing."

The white-browed old man was the first to speak, speaking slowly.

True Lord Yanhuo of Chiyang Dao Sect raised his eyebrows, the flames between his eyebrows jumped, and his appearance became even more demonic, "If the matter is not completed, what's the use of coming back."

"Listen, are you able to hear these words?" Zhenjun Bishui looked graceful, but his words were not tactful at all, "Fellow Taoist Yanhuo doesn't feel sorry for this disciple, but I do."

After speaking, he looked at the people below and smiled softly, "Going to seize the demon clan's territory is already full of dangers. It is not easy to come back safely, so don't be too stressed."

"I'm not sending you to the Western Continent to die. You are all geniuses of various sects, so your safety is the top priority. However, I'm not sending you to gain knowledge and travel. I hope you can gain something." Zhenjun Duanyi was at this moment. He is not as easy-going and joking as before, and his expression is quite serious.

Next to him, Master Yijian also had a solemn face and nodded in agreement with Master Duanyi's words.

He looked at the disciples below with sharp eyes, but he quietly skipped over Lingchu.

Lingchu and the other fourteen people all looked at each other. Liu Wuyou led the group out, bowed his hands in a salute, and said with a solemn expression, "We live up to our master's high expectations."

Among the fourteen people, Liu Wuyi was considered to be in charge of the overall situation, so he recounted everyone's experience in the Western Continent.

Later, each person narrated his or her own experience.

And everyone’s final harvest.

Waiting to hear the Buddhist reaction, the behavior of the demons in raising humans and animals, the map formations obtained by Lingchu and Qin Si, what Jiang Yanzhi saw and heard in the Demon-Conquering Tower, and the speculations of Mingyue and others.

The expressions on the faces of the elders in Tongyou Hall became more and more serious.

True Lord Yijian and True Lord Yanhuo, the worst-tempered ones, had an awe-inspiring sword intent all over their body, while the other had a blazing flame between their brows.

The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators also looked bad.

The Eastern Continent and the Western Continent have been separated for a long time, and many things are very vague. Even if they are guessed, when they actually hear it, even with their current cultivation level, they still can't help but get angry.

The demons have great plans, and the situation of the people in the Western Continent is really sad.

This made the Eastern Continent monks, who were mainly human race, a little uncomfortable.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and things harm its kind.

Although the two places are separated, in the end they are connected by the same blood and belong to the same human race.

(End of chapter)