"Dead... all dead! The Great Fenghuang Palace is over..."
After the shock, everyone was convinced that the only three spiritual kings in the Great Fenghuang Palace had all died today. Hua Qingyun, today everyone has recognized the leader of the Qijue Sect. He is a truly ruthless hero!
"Hua Qingyun, you..." The people in the Great Fenghuang Palace were afraid and inadvertently retreated a certain distance. Without the powerful Spirit King sitting in charge, they instantly felt uneasy. Some of the timid people even had the intention of retreating.
Hua Qingyun ignored them. He coughed lightly and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he turned around and returned to the Qijuemen team. The other Da Feng people along the way retreated.
At this time, Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu were supporting Yu Wenlei, and the other disciples of the Qijue Sect and the eighteen monks from Qianzang Temple formed a circle, looking at the half-dead bloody man in horror.
Hua Qingyun walked up to Yu Wenlei, put his fingers on the pulse point of his wrist, and leaned slightly. Hua Qingyun frowned, shook his head, and put his hand back.
"Master, how is my eldest brother? You must save him!" Zhuo Biao said urgently.
"There is no other way. There are cracks in his spiritual veins. That's not the only thing. The key is that there is an evil force that has almost wiped out his will. Now he is unable to recover..."
"No! No, eldest brother will not die!" Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu were unwilling to accept this result.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this time, the eighteen golden monks headed by Cheng Yu also gathered around. Of course they saw Yu Wenlei's state. His breath was intermittent, and he might die at any time.
"Amitabha, Hua Donor, please forgive the offence, and allow the poor monk to take Uncle Lei back..." Cheng Yu said in a deep voice.
"Huh? Master! Do you have a way to save him?" Hua Qingyun was surprised when he heard this.
"Returning to the donor, time is running out, and the poor monk doesn't dare to promise. For now, we can only ask the poor monk to take him back, and let the abbot and his uncle take care of him."
"Huh? Abbot? Let's go! Hua will go with the masters." Hua Qingyun made a prompt decision, took a deep breath and said.
"This..." Cheng Yu pondered for a moment. Qianzang Temple would not accept secular forces casually, but the situation was special. He finally nodded in agreement, "Huizhen, help Master Lei, uncle, and let's go back."
"Yes, Master Cheng Yu."
Afterwards, Huizhen carried the unconscious Yu Wenlei on his back. The Eighteen Warrior Monks and the Eighteen Golden Monks took Yu Wenlei and Hua Qingyun with them. Hua Qingyun only briefly explained a few words and then set off with them, while Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu He demanded strongly and followed suit.
Seeing these figures walking away, the people who were left behind couldn't help but sigh. The battle came to an end, and many of them died of injuries. Elder Mo Feng and Qian Chunqiu finally managed to save their lives, and they were each carried away. Until this moment, Mo Feng The elder was still unconscious, and on the way back, Elder Zhong showed suspicion towards Elder Mo Feng.
Several senior officials of Qijue Sect and a group of disciples were preparing to return to the sect. At this moment, Hua Ziyuan and three deacons suddenly appeared. Looking at the devastated ground, they were horrified and hurriedly met with the elders of the sect. Hua Ziyuan's mental power tracked him into the distance, and he immediately jumped out and quickly pursued...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
About forty people rushed to the northeast of Dafeng. On the way, Great Monk Cheng Yu directly carried Yu Wenlei on his back. The Eighteen Golden Monk and Hua Qingyun took the lead, and their speed suddenly soared.
After all, the eighteen warrior monks of the 'Hui' generation and Zhuo Biao Gu Yu were much slower. The situation was critical at this time, so they had to separate and go on their way.
With the speed of the Spirit King, they returned to Qianzang Temple in just over two hours. Twenty figures flew into the sky into the temple halfway up the mountain. Hua Qingyun looked at this small temple in surprise. Who would have thought , such a small temple in the mountains actually hides eighteen spiritual kings!
After landing, the next moment, an old monk Jiji wearing a purple cassock floated down. Jiji suddenly frowned, inserted the golden and jade Zen staff on the ground, and instantly arrived next to Yu Wenlei.
"Uncle Abbot, Master Lei, he..."
Before Cheng Yu finished speaking, Jiji stopped him. At this time, his old face became solemn as never before, and a terrifying aura emitted. A stream of spiritual power penetrated into Yu Wenlei's body, fighting with that evil force. Handed over.
"Hiss... this, this is... the powerful Spirit Emperor!"
Hua Qingyun behind him was shocked and speechless. This spiritual power was definitely not at the level of the Spirit King. He never expected that there were powerful people above the Spirit King in this temple! Spirit Emperor, there are not too many powerful people like him in the entire Western Xinjiang. He is truly the top power in the Western Xinjiang. In Dafeng, there were rumors that the leader of Lingyan Sect, Old Man Yundao, had broken through to the Linghuang, but now, there is another one in this barren mountain!
After screaming, Hua Qingyun calmed down and could not speak out anymore, and then he quietly watched what happened. For a long time, even beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of old monk Ji Ji. During this period, Yu Wenlei's chest rose and fell violently many times, as if it was caused by the confrontation between two forces in his body.
"well……"
Suddenly, Ji Ji withdrew his spiritual power and let out a long sigh.
"Uncle Abbot, Uncle Master Lei?"
"It's difficult. Even his own willpower has been eroded. If Junior Brother Leifa doesn't take the initiative to resist the evil force, I can't do anything..."
"Master, what else can you do?" Hua Qingyun stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
"Who is the donor?"
"Master, this junior is Hua Qingyun, the head of the Qijue Sect. The thunder method that the master mentioned is my disciple of the Qijue Sect." Hua Qingyun said seriously.
"That's it. Alas, Junior Brother Lei Fa... it's hard for him to survive today..."
"What? Even the master can't do anything?" Hua Qingyun frowned deeply, looking at the dying Yu Wenlei, his eyes full of regret.
In Hua Qingyun's heart, a disciple with the kind of heart like Yu Wenlei is what the sect needs most. He also has an ambition that is just around the corner. He even hopes that one day, he will lead the Qijue Sect to rise in Western Xinjiang and become famous all over the world. The process is too difficult, but if we can train a few disciples like Yu Wenlei, then there is hope...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Following the rapid sound of breaking through the sky, about twenty people rushed back from the mountain gate. They were the Eighteen Warrior Monks and Zhuo Biao Gu Yu. In addition, there was actually a woman in a white dress following behind them. This woman turned out to be Hua Ziyuan who was chasing after her.
The first time she entered the temple, Hua Ziyuan sensed the aura and rushed towards the temple. Finally, she saw the long-awaited Yu Wenlei, the man she had been waiting for for more than a year.
However, at this moment, Yu Wenlei was covered with dried blood shackles. It was shocking to see. At this moment, Hua Ziyuan felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest, and two lines of tears slipped down... (To be completed. Continued.)
