After all, the fate between Ning Xia and the mysterious man could not be clarified, and the other party did not know where he was, so the two had no choice but to give up.
They were also happy to let their brains rest for a while and enjoy this rare relaxing time in this pure and refreshing place with abundant spiritual energy.
But the atmosphere in the other corner of the tower was not so relaxed.
The young man was holding the spiritual sword in deep thought. His eyes were a little vacant, as if he was in a daze. But if you look closely, there was a deep layer of light hidden in his eyes, which seemed to hide some extremely obscure emotions that made people afraid. Take a closer look.
The other young man next to him was much more focused, listening to the people in front of him, his face full of deep thought.
Dozens of people stood scattered behind the two people. Most of them were wearing clothes with similar patterns and similar prints. They stood very close together. They probably belonged to the same power. There were also some wandering people nearby, wearing different styles of clothing. They were somewhat out of tune with the big team, but they relied on the big team.
Standing in front of them were several monks who were obviously in a sorry state. They were dressed in rags, as if they had just escaped from a bad situation. Their exposed skin was covered with wounds, and their faces showed obvious respect and even clumsily concealed flattery—— Facing the team in front of me.
If Ning Xia and Tan Lang Mace were here, they might recognize them. Aren't these people the disciples of the Guangling Southern Sect who followed Master Mingjing and the others before?
It's just that Ningxia saw a dozen of them before. Although they were in a mess, at least they were neat and tidy. But now there are only a few left, and they are all seriously injured. They look like beggars. It is hard to imagine that they are monks in the world of cultivation.
The leader of the Guangling Southern Sect is still the young man surnamed Jia. He looks not very old, not yet a crown prince, and looks small. He still has the arrogance and arrogance unique to young people. He is probably not a mature monk with good looks.
Guangling Nan Sect did meet the standards of a medium-sized sect in the beginning. Even if it is not conspicuous in the southern part of Middle-earth, its scale is destined to surpass many forces.
It is said that as long as they develop well, don't seek death, and follow the steps step by step, they will be able to stabilize their position and secure their position as a medium-sized sect.
It's a pity that the previous generations of leaders were really incompetent. The disciples they taught were inferior to each other, and they couldn't even choose the right ones, so the good situation was ruined in one fell swoop. By the time they managed to pull themselves together and find a group of disciples who would serve as the mainstay, the Guangling Southern Sect had long since declined.
It is temporarily impossible to return to the starting point. They can only continue to deal with the mess and wait for a new turn.
And this time they saw the mysterious killing scene as an opportunity. But they didn't expect that this secret realm that was originally clearly planned would actually contain difficulties and dangers, and it was even more terrifying than they expected. Even the disciples of the big sect were tortured enough, let alone the disciples of the small sect who had little power and strength.
When Ningxia met them before, they still had some information. They were chasing Master Ming Jing and wanted to kill them, but when they got here, only these few people were left. And most of them were seriously injured, making it difficult to protect themselves, let alone get out of this tower safely.
And if they encounter other forces with evil intentions or full of hostility, they will probably be beaten to death.
They urgently need to find a powerful force to rely on, not only to protect them, but also to protect them for a while so that everyone can relax.
Maybe they might even be able to survive and get a piece of the pie. After all, anything is possible now - as long as they choose the right side.
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But the atmosphere in the other corner of the tower was not so relaxed.
The young man was holding the spiritual sword in deep thought. His eyes were a little vacant, as if he was in a daze. But if you look closely, there was a deep layer of light hidden in his eyes, which seemed to hide some extremely obscure emotions that made people afraid. Take a closer look.
The other young man next to him was much more focused, listening to the people in front of him, his face full of deep thought.
Dozens of people stood scattered behind the two people. Most of them were wearing clothes with similar patterns and similar prints. They stood very close together. They probably belonged to the same power. There were also some wandering people nearby, wearing different styles of clothing. They were somewhat out of tune with the big team, but they relied on the big team.
Standing in front of them were several monks who were obviously in a sorry state. They were dressed in rags, as if they had just escaped from a bad situation. Their exposed skin was covered with wounds, and their faces showed obvious respect and even clumsily concealed flattery—— Facing the team in front of me.
If Ning Xia and Tan Lang Mace were here, they might recognize them. Aren't these people the disciples of the Guangling Southern Sect who followed Master Mingjing and the others before?
It's just that Ningxia saw a dozen of them before. Although they were in a mess, at least they were neat and tidy. But now there are only a few left, and they are all seriously injured. They look like beggars. It is hard to imagine that they are monks in the world of cultivation.
The leader of the Guangling Southern Sect is still the young man surnamed Jia. He looks not very old, not yet a crown prince, and looks small. He still has the arrogance and arrogance unique to young people. He is probably not a mature monk with good looks.
Guangling Nan Sect did meet the standards of a medium-sized sect in the beginning. Even if it is not conspicuous in the southern part of Middle-earth, its scale is destined to surpass many forces.
It is said that as long as they develop well, don't seek death, and follow the steps step by step, they will be able to stabilize their position and secure their position as a medium-sized sect.
It's a pity that the previous generations of heads were really incompetent. The disciples they taught were inferior to each other, and they couldn't even choose the right ones, so the good situation was ruined in one fell swoop. By the time they managed to pull themselves together and find a group of disciples who would serve as the mainstay, the Guangling Southern Sect had long since declined.
It is temporarily impossible to return to the starting point. They can only continue to deal with the mess and wait for a new turn.
And this time they saw the mysterious killing scene as an opportunity. But they didn't expect that this secret realm that was originally clearly planned would actually contain difficulties and dangers, and it was even more terrifying than they expected. Even the disciples of the big sect were tortured enough, let alone the disciples of the small sect who had little power and strength.
When Ningxia met them before, they still had some information. They were chasing Master Ming Jing and wanted to kill them, but when they got here, only these few people were left. And most of them were seriously injured, making it difficult to protect themselves, let alone get out of this tower safely.
And if they encounter other forces with evil intentions or full of hostility, they will probably be beaten to death.
They urgently need to find a powerful force to rely on, not only to protect them, but also to protect them for a while so that everyone can relax.
