"Alas." Zhenjun Yuanheng could clearly hear Lin Rong sighing with emotion. It sounded like regret.
As for what I regret, there is no need to go into details.
At the current scene, he had nothing to say.
Having been in the world of cultivation for many years, he has experienced too much and has seen countless ups and downs, but this kind of thing is nothing more than drizzle. There is nothing more thrilling than this.
But for some reason, Zhenjun Yuanheng's feelings never went numb. He still feels worried every time he encounters it, and it always works.
How can one walk along the river without getting his shoes wet? True Lord Yuanheng knew clearly that as soon as he entered this world of cultivation, there would be no real children.
The world of cultivation is a time filled with greed. Above abilities, relationships between people are only based on strength. All favors, seniority and even blood relations have to come last.
He didn't quite agree with this, but it was also a rule recognized by everyone in the current world. Even if it was to avoid being regarded as an outlier, he had to at least agree on the surface.
After children like Ningxia enter the world of cultivation, sooner or later they will have to face all kinds of dangers in the world, and sooner or later they will become greedy adults.
But if possible, if possible, he really wanted to protect some of these young children until they passed their short childhood and gradually explored this dangerous and mysterious world under the guidance of their elders.
However, now it seems that his little disciple may not be able to experience this treatment. The evil forces in the world of cultivation couldn't wait to find her, forcing her to grow up quickly.
We are still in a situation where they, the elders, cannot help. It seems she can only survive this on her own.
Even Zhenjun Yuanheng didn't know whether the weak child could survive this disaster.
"Zhenjun, it's your turn." Lin Rong's cry awakened his thoughts.
True Lord Yuan Heng nodded, stepped into the formation and output his spiritual power in the presence of many juniors.
Anyway, he should try harder.
That little thing seemed to suit his liking quite well. Quan should be leaving one more good seed for the Formation Hall.
True Lord Yuan Heng suddenly withdrew his spiritual power amidst everyone's startled shouts and stood alone in the center of the formation, not knowing what he was doing.
True Lord Yuan Heng is the one with the highest cultivation among the monks, so he is naturally eye-catching, and his every move will fall into the eyes of interested people from all walks of life.
The disciples of each sect only saw the extremely high-status Nascent Soul Dao Lord walking into the formation, taking the last one's hand and tail, and began to transmit spiritual power.
The spiritual power of Nascent Soul Daojun is naturally extraordinary. The unusually thick spiritual power is extremely pure and shines with an unusually dazzling light.
While everyone was watching with great interest, they found that the other party suddenly stopped and stood in the center of the formation, making gestures with his hands, not knowing what he was doing.
Ignoring the chattering voices, True Lord Yuanheng continued his actions. He used spiritual power to cut his fingertips and force out half a drop of blood.
A small drop of blood is not easy. Even though Zhenjun Yuanheng has deep spiritual power, his face turned pale the moment the blood came out.
But his expression soon returned to normal. After all, he is not a monster who relies on blood to fix his cultivation. But essence and blood are the source of human power after all, so there will naturally be some damage.
Zhenjun Yuanheng used his spiritual power to wrap up the half drop of blood essence and hung it in the middle of his eyebrows. The bright red blood glowed brightly under the influence of his spiritual power.
He originally came to Fengming City just to be lazy and have some fun. Unexpectedly, Xian didn't steal it, but he lost a whole drop of essence and blood.
how do I say this?
Ningxia and Jinlin were poisoned by unknown forces that day, and their lives were in danger. At that time, True Lord Yuan Heng gave up half a drop of blood essence to heal the two of them, but he did not let other disciples know about it. Even True Lord Ming Jing was kept in the dark, and they only thought it was True Lord Yuan Heng's magical power.
It was also Ningxia's good luck. Not long after the incident, the essence and blood in her body had not yet been refined. How could the essence and blood of Nascent Soul Daojun be refined so quickly.
In this way, there is still residual essence and blood in Ningxia's body, and these residual powers still have a weak connection with Zhenjun Yuanheng. In that way, as long as he uses the essence and blood of the same source to sense, he will definitely be able to resonate with the spiritual power in Ningxia's body.
The spiritual power resonates together, slightly strengthening the connection, and supplemented by the connection of the token, Ningxia's hope of being teleported back increases a lot.
As soon as Ningxia came out, a gap was opened in the blocked magic tower, allowing Yue Lu and the others to find a way to break through.
As for the others, there was nothing he could do. After all, the only person with his blood on his body was Ning Xia, who was also his cherished junior. This was the only thing he could do. His essence and blood are not in vain.
"What is Zhenjun doing?" The disciples of the Wuhua Sect who were traveling with him were very puzzled and asked Zhenren Mingjing not far away.
Mirror Mirror shook his head: "I don't know."
Having said that, he didn't care about the other party's disappointed look, and looked thoughtfully in the direction of True Lord Yuanheng, his lips pursed tightly.
The moment he saw True Lord Yuanheng's movements, Yue Lu knew what he wanted to do. He subconsciously put up a protective shield for the formation to separate the disciples from each faction.
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"What? Monster?"
"What are you doing, Maki! Don't lie to us if you can't make up a reason. There are no monsters in this world, they are all made up by storybooks." Shishido Ryo sneered.
"It's been like this, and you still haven't told the truth!" Ren Zu was a little angry. Fortunately, Atobe didn't pursue the case when his partner caused such trouble this time. Are you trying to lie to avoid trouble now?
"Is there really such a thing as a monster?" Feng nervously asked the serious-looking senior.
Only Atobe and Hijiruo could remain calm and listened to Xiangri's narration. Hijiruo even broke out in cold sweat and kept mumbling words. Cilang and Huadi, one was dragged back by the housekeeper long ago, and the other is living as a wallflower.
"There are monsters, there really are monsters..." The rather abnormal behavior of the boy Hijiruo attracted everyone's attention. He looked both scared and excited: "I once saw a real monster when I was a kid, a little guy with purple hair."
This time no one laughed at the fact that Ri Jiruo mentioned that weird thing again, everyone had a ridiculous conjecture in their minds. Could it be that this guy is so interested in monsters and monsters?
"Xianghi, are you sure that the monster has disappeared? Are we in a safe state now?" Atobe kept calm. His class was higher than everyone here, and the things he came into contact with were relatively complex. Such things as monsters are indeed prevalent in upper class society. But his family is a newly returned family, and for the time being, he only knows his name.
After listening to Xiangri's narration, he broke out in a cold sweat, so Xiangri was in a very dangerous situation this time.
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