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Dongtu Dao League, Linyuan front line.

Several streaks of light passed from the sky and landed on the periphery of the evil-killing formation in all directions.

"The people from the Qinglian Sword Sect are here."

The disciples from various sects who were patrolling the perimeter saw a few people dressed up and revealed their identities.

Qinglian Sword Sect is the leader of the Taoist Alliance.

There are very few monks whom I don’t know in the east.

"This time something happened under the abyss, did the Qinglian Sword Sect send just these people?"

A Dao Alliance disciple couldn't help but shake his head when he saw those people walking into the formation.

Dao League disciples were dispatched from more than a thousand sects in the east to station.

It can range from a few people to dozens.

In total, there are more than [-] names.

The lowest level is also building the foundation.

He is considered the overlord in Yunning Prefecture.

“It would be nice if they could come this time.

You kid just came to the Dao League, what do you know? "

The disciple who has been to the Tao Alliance many times shrugged.

Except for the Dayi Sect, the five major sects in the Eastern Land rarely come to the Taoist League.

Usually when extremely troublesome monsters appear, people are sent to suppress them.

This time it was just a sudden movement under the abyss.

It is extremely rare to see someone from the Sword Sect coming over.

At this time, three more streams of light came from the sky.

Among them, there is also the sound of the luan, which makes people feel refreshed.

"This is... the saint of the Great Yi Sect?!"

A Dao League disciple who was familiar with the Great Yi Sect exclaimed.

"No way? The saint is here?"

"Where is it? Don't push towards me, let me see what the saint looks like first!"

Three men and women wearing Xuanhuang Taoist robes stopped steadily outside the formation.

A young woman with green hair and an ordinary face was snapping her fingers in boredom.

Behind him were two men who looked slightly helpless. They took out the jade tokens and opened the ban first to let the woman in.

"..."

The Dao League disciples silently stood back to their original positions.

Everyone tacitly chose silence.

At this time, there were colorful clouds floating in the sky again.

"The people from the Mirror Palace are here."

A disciple of the Dao Alliance took a look and recognized the signature flying magic weapon of Mingjing Palace, Caiyun.

But soon the disciple froze on the spot.

His eyes widened and his chest heaved rapidly.

"Ming...ming...ming..."

He just kept repeating one clear word.

"Mingjing Palace came as soon as he came, and it's not like Ming Ruoqing came. Are you worried?"

Others were still immersed in the appearance of the saint and couldn't help themselves. Listening to the disciple's shouts, they felt that he was noisy.

"Hey, that's Ming Ruoqing, right?"

At this time, someone exclaimed loudly.

"What? Get out of my way and let me take a look!"

"Fellow Taoist! You see, stepping on my head is a bit too much, right?"

"Tch! A bunch of guys with weak Taoist hearts. No wonder you can only watch here."

Above the clouds, sitting cross-legged is a woman wearing a blue and white ribbon, a dark blue cloud-pattern skirt, a Qiankun Bagua mirror hanging around her neck, a white jade brocade belt around her waist, and aqua-blue embroidered shoes on her feet.

She has a stunning face, her black hair is simply pulled into a bun, and her belt is fluttering in the wind.

Her face is like a hibiscus, her lips are red, her eyebrows are a little red, her skin is like white jade, and her eyes are as blue as water.

Every frown and smile seems to be able to win over people's hearts and souls.

She deserves the name of a fairy.

There were Dao League disciples who were fascinated by the scene and were accidentally pushed off the formation by the disciples behind them.

Even as he fell, he still looked at the fairy in the sky infatuatedly.

It wasn't until a sharp pain hit his body that he was brought back to reality.

"Ming Ruoqing..."

The Saint of Dayi Sect, who was just about to enter, felt a familiar aura, stopped and turned around to look slowly.

The two people from the Mirror Palace also happened to leave, and the stunning woman among them also immediately looked at the saint of the Great Yi Sect.

"Sister Yi Yangyang, long time no see.

Remember the last time we met, it was at the Yunning Prefecture Tianjiao Battle, right? "

Ming Ruoqing smiled lightly and greeted the expressionless Saint Yi Yangyang of the Great Yi Sect politely.

"Are you not convinced?"

Yi Yangyang still had no expression on his face and asked while snapping his fingers.

"How could it be possible? Sister Yi's magical powers are far superior to mine, and my little sister is so convinced that she lost!"

Ming Ruoqing's smile did not diminish and she stepped forward with a full smile.

The sight of the two Great Yi Cult disciples behind Yi Yangyang made their mouths go dry for a while.

"Don't disgust me! I remember saying I didn't like you before!

let's go! Don't block the way of Fairy Mirror Palace! "

The disgust in his heart was reflected in his actions, Yi Yangyang turned around and walked directly into the formation.

The two Yi Sect disciples sighed in their hearts and had no choice but to follow.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see Ming Ruoqing at such a close distance.

This is enough for them to brag about each other for several years.

"Hey, let's go in too."

Ming Ruoqing sighed sadly.

But soon he smiled again and smiled at the girl behind him.

Just as soon as I walked in, there was a commotion.

Many Dao League disciples came after hearing the news, wanting to see the fairy's face.

The originally peaceful Linyuan front line became extremely noisy.

"Junior sister, do you see how popular others are?"

In the formation, a young disciple wearing a black Taoist robe was sighing at the grand occasion brought about by Ming Ruoqing.

He was lying on a Taishi chair, shaking constantly.

Sitting next to him were several disciples wearing the same robes.

"Senior Brother Luo, can you be more serious?

We were the first ones here and have been sitting here the whole time? "

A female disciple holding a spirit turtle in her hand and looking very helpless replied.

Their Qianluo Sect came here early in the morning.

As a result, I just sat here for most of the day.

"Why are you so anxious? Aren't those guys from Jian Zong coming?

They are the leaders of Taoism, so if we act first, they will gossip to others.

By the way, is there still a Guhuamen missing? "

Shaking his head, the male Qianluo Sect disciple closed his eyes and asked.

"Come soon. There's no way they won't come for something like this. They must be choosing someone to delay."

After touching the spirit turtle's little head affectionately, the female Qianluo Sect disciple replied.

"Then you can still lie down for a while, don't worry."

He closed his eyes, yawned and stretched, he stopped talking and seemed to fall asleep.

"Xiaozhu, you can't imitate Senior Brother Luo and sleep all day long!"

Sighing helplessly, the female disciple lowered her head and said to the spirit turtle who was looking curiously towards the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Not long after, three more people shrank to the ground and came outside the formation.

The flawless white Taoist robes they wore had already shown their identity.

Guhuamen.

"What's going on today? The top five members of the Dao League are here!"

"It's hard to say. This time there's something strange happening under the abyss. I heard it's not that simple."

"Isn't it because the monsters are moving?"

"Who knows? Do you dare to go down to the abyss and look?"

The disciples of various sects standing on the formation patrolling back and forth, facing this abnormal situation, all speculated on the reason.

Only those disciples who have been stationed in the Dao League for many years know what is going on.

I'm afraid there is a magic treasure born under the abyss.

Wumen senior executives will not come forward to snatch it.

They can only send their respective disciples to fight for the possession of the magic treasure.

And such a thing.

It has nothing to do with them, the five outer sect disciples.

……