"I'm here."
Lin Xiaolu raised his wrist with some difficulty and asked the bracelet: "How are you doing over there? Have the foreign monks been beaten back?"
"not yet."
From the other end of the bracelet, Shangguan Shiliu's slightly distressed voice came: "My father and leader Zhou Mo went to the base camp of foreign monks. It has been several days and there has been no news. Zen Master Wuxin is guarding Kunlun. We are all now Waiting for news."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He didn't expect that the upright leader of Kunlun and Uncle Shangguan would actually join forces. The two had been fighting for most of their lives, but now they had put aside their old grudges?
While he was thinking about it, Shangguan Shiliu suddenly smiled and asked again: "How are you doing there, Lu Zaizi?"
"I'm fine. I met Wu Gu."
"Wugu?" Shangguan Shiliu was obviously stunned on the other end of the bracelet.
Seeing her surprise, Lin Xiaolu handed her wrist to Wu Kuan. Wu Kuan smiled tenderly at him, and then said softly to the bracelet:
"Pomegranate Donor, long time no see~"
As soon as the words came out, a girl's scream came from the other end of the bracelet:
"Ah ah ah Wu Gu, you are back. I miss you so much. I really want to go and play with you and Lu Zaizi. In Kunlun, my sister and I beat my brother every day out of boredom, which made us two sisters tired. .”
After saying that, Shangguan Shiliu continued to ask: "Where are you now?"
"We are in a country called Jin Kingdom in China." Lin Xiaolutian said shamelessly: "I killed Yuanying with Wujia without any effort. Now I am going to take Wujia to Emei, and then I will consider whether to go to Datang or Go to Quanzhen and hear about Quanzhen”
"Quan Zhen can't go!"
Before Lin Xiaolu could finish speaking, Shangguan Shiliu suddenly interrupted his words. The loud voice startled everyone present, and even Liu Yuniang stopped moving forward.
Wu Gu was stunned for a moment, looked at the bracelet and asked, "Pomegranate Donor, did something happen over there at Quanzhen?"
Under the sun, the bracelet shone slightly, and Shangguan Pomegranate's crisp voice continued to sound:
"Little monk, I heard what your master said. Now Shushan, Longmen, Quanzhen, and Maoshan are all dealing with the Ghost King Sect in Quanzhen. Then yesterday, there was news that the Ghost King Sect created the All Souls Ghost Mother recently. He has become more and more powerful. From the beginning, he was an ordinary Yuanying powerful, all the way to the peak of Yuanying, and now he is only one step away from the heavenly realm. And then until yesterday, the battle between the Ghost King Sect and several major sects broke out. At the peak, the current leader Zheng Chuan of Maoshan is still in a coma, Quanzhen leader Liu Miaoxuan who participated in the war fell, and Longmen leader Luo Zhongze's eyes were destroyed, his soul was injured, and he also fell into a coma.
Later, Situ Zhong, the leader of Shushan, had to pull out the legendary Nanmingli Fire Sword from a space called the Wuji Sword Sea at the cost of consuming his life force, and he struggled to survive. "
On the other end of the bracelet, Shangguan Shiliu warned seriously:
"Now the disciples from Quanzhen, Longmen, Shushan, and Maoshan have all fled. The head of Shushan has sealed the Ghost Mother of All Spirits and the Edao people in the "Sword Realm", waiting for rescue from Kunlun. If you go there now, you will die!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Lin Xiaolu's head hurt when he heard it.
The head of Quanzhen is dead? That old woman with silver hair and a kind face is dead?
In the field, Wu Gu frowned and said in a deep voice:
"The Ghost Mother of All Spirits is getting stronger and stronger. It should be that my senior brother has slaughtered countless people during this period and let so many people's resentful spirits be swallowed up by him, which is why the Ghost Mother of All Spirits has grown to the peak of Nascent Soul."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Lin Xiaolu, with sorrow in his eyes and said:
"Donor Xiaolu, we... can only go to Datang."
Tang Long on the side looked at Wu Guo doubtfully:
"Little Master Wu Guo, can't you also deal with Nascent Soul? That Xiu Ye Zong Chun was killed by you."
Wu San shook his head bitterly:
"It's different. Senior brother was defeated by the young monk because he and the young monk are both Buddhist cultivators. The young monk can suppress him from the origin of Buddhist cultivation, but for other Nascent Souls, the young monk is... just a foundation builder after all."
After finishing speaking, everyone fell into silence for a while, except for Lin Xiaolu, who was confused, holding the bracelet and whispering to Shangguan Shiliu.
While he asked Shangguan Shiliu about his situation in the past few days, he watched the houses and buildings below quietly passing by, with many thoughts.
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…
In the afternoon, when the sun was at its most golden, a group of people stepped into a city in Hunan and came to a golden street.
There are few pedestrians on the street, perhaps because the shadow of the Japanese disaster in the Jin Kingdom is still there. Everyone passing by seems to be in a hurry, which makes people feel quite desolate.
Lin Xiaolu and everyone came to an inn, asked for some food and a room, and then sat together in the inn lobby and drank tea.
Because of the news from Shangguan Pomegranate in the morning, the interest of everyone present was not very high. No one spoke much. Lin Xiaolu drank jasmine tea silently and listened to Wujia's recitation of the Purana Sutra. He knew that Wujia Kuzai prayed for the lives of those who died because of the war.
After a while, the food was served, including fried chicken, stir-fried shredded pork, roasted sweet potatoes, several seasonal vegetarian dishes, etc. The table was full. Although Lin Xiaolu was in a bad mood, his appetite and appetite were still there, and he still ate. good smell.
Tang Long, a warrior who had also been forged with animal blood, had a much better appetite than him. The two were evenly matched, and they secretly competed. Soon they each stacked high bowls on the table, eating the ones in the middle. Qin Congcong looked at it for a while.
Wujiu looked at Lin Xiaolu, then at Tang Long, smiled, chewed slowly and tasted the sweet roasted sweet potatoes, while Liu Yuniang supported her chin on the side, picking up the onions with chopsticks.
She likes eggs scrambled with onions, but not onions.
Several people ate with each other without speaking for a while. It was not until after the meal that everyone continued to sit, chatting at the table.
"It's not dark now, there are only so few people on the street, and the war between immortal cultivators has spread to the mortal world." Tang Long smiled bitterly, then poured a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Lin Xiaolu, and both took a sip.
"Little Deer Donor's injury hasn't healed yet, so he'd better drink less wine."
"It's okay, Wu Gu. Drink some wine to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Lin Xiaolu said confidently.
Now for some reason, he gradually started to like drinking. He liked the spicy and fragrant feeling. He was probably led bad by Tang Long. This guy liked drinking very much. Although he didn't drink as much as his boss, he still liked it. A little drunkard.
"Would you like a drink, smart man?" Lin Xiaolu looked at Qin Congcong while holding the wine bottle.
"I don't drink." Qin Congcong shook his head and said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "I'm here for that today."
"that?"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then nodded understandingly and poured her a glass.
"It's okay, drink some, and you can revitalize your blood. It'll be done soon."
