The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

"how so."

After a period of silence, someone finally broke the tense atmosphere with a soft voice.

"Damn, this is a fucking genius, who the hell am I?"

"It's a bit overwhelming, I mean that."

"Great spiritual power..."

No one expected that such a skinny little baby would be full of extremely pure spiritual power. There were sighs all around. You must know that the purity of spiritual power is a very basic thing for monks. The higher the purity of the power, the greater the damage. Therefore, the purity of the spiritual power is closely related to the strength. People like Lou Xinzhou have not been seen for tens of thousands of years. The last person with full spiritual power was Shao Yunfan's father, who was nearly a god. Lord Gong.

"..."

Looking at the people from the Fufeng Sect now, Yang Leshan stood beside his master, his whole body tending to walk backwards, as if he couldn't wait to leave this place in the next second.

Jingbei's face is even more ugly, his goal has not been achieved, and now he can't even figure out the function of this heaven-level magic weapon.

Everyone around them looked like they were watching the fun, so Jingbei had no choice but to flick his sleeves with a dark face, take Yang Leshan and a few Fufeng inner disciples, turn around and get off the Ark, and left without even saying hello.

Seeing the people from Fufeng Sect leaving, Zheng Silu picked up the tea and took a sip. The smile on the face of the girl-like leader disappeared. After a moment, she raised her head, her pink eyes scanned the crowd, and smiled again. got up.

"What? Haven't you received your disciples yet?"

Zheng Silu's tone was tantamount to seeing off a guest. After hearing this, everyone quickly apologized, said a few polite words, and led the people away. Soon there were only a few people left on the Ark, and the atmosphere finally became relaxed.

"Well done."

Elder Donghe gave a thumbs up to Lou Xinzhou and the others. He was as big as a bear, and his smile was a little naive.

"Thank you for the compliment, elder."

"Since you are the first to come out, who will get the inheritance of Zhengyin."

Shunqing asked. The book in his hand was put away at some point. The table was now clean except for wine bottles and glasses.

"Don't panic, let me guess."

He stood up with the pot in hand, came down from the high platform, and walked straight towards Lou Xinzhou.

Lou Xinzhou looked up and saw the elder in purple walking towards her without any hesitation, with a little surprise on his face.

"How did Elder Duanhu guess it?"

"What's so difficult about this? There are only a few of them." Duanhu smiled slightly and turned to look at Qi Yuan who was also walking down. "Sister, I'm so lucky. Every one of them is accurate. They are all geniuses."

Duanhu guessed it was Lou Xinzhou, which was indeed easy.

Zhengyin is a sword cultivator of the Path of Love, so the chosen successor is definitely not Mei Yumu, nor Shao Yunfan.

Among the remaining three, Guo Jia had a carefree personality, and based on Duanhu's understanding of Zhengyin, she knew that Zhengyin would definitely not like the child.

As for Xiao Zhu, this child is only eight years old. Although he is talented as a monster, I don't know if it is due to his personality. He is always very low-key on weekdays and has nothing outstanding. Naturally, he will not attract Zhengyin's attention when he enters the secret realm. So it can only be Lou Xinzhou.

"Zhou'er, you have inherited the inheritance of Zhengyin and have determined the Tao. The Tao of Sentence has tasted all kinds of flavors, but you must remember not to indulge in it."

"Yes, Xinzhou will remember the master's teachings."

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When the Nianyin Realm was closed, there were not many people left in the burial ground. Shunqing and Donghe had not accepted any disciples yet, so they were dragged along to join in the fun. As soon as the matter was over, they ran away early, and Qi Yuan also took the lead. Following Lou Xinzhou and the other three, they returned to Luanqing, while Xiao Zhu followed Lingxu. As he left, he did not forget to look back at Lou Xinzhou and Shao Yunfan, but only a few people could understand the meaning in his eyes.

As for Zheng Silu, as the leader, she had to maintain the overall situation, so she had no choice but to leave at the end, so she asked Duanhu to stay with her.

The day passed quickly. Lou Xinzhou and his wife got Xuanmu and Sixianghua, but they did not give them to Qi Yuan right away, because according to Qi Yuan's temperament, they would definitely be rejected without mercy.

So the two of them waited until night, and after Zheng Silu finished his work, he handed over Xuanmu and Sixianghua to her, which actually scared her. The leader, who didn't usually praise others, praised them several times for the first time.

Then it was time to ask for the soul. Lou Xinzhou and other people at the burial ground had dispersed. He went to the woods in the middle of the night, but he didn't see Zhengyin, so he had to turn back a little irritably, but he saw him in front of Mr. Huo's hut. That glowing white figure.

The moonlight was cold and cold, and the lights in the hut were looming, seemingly extinguishing but not extinguishing. The light was dim, and it was unclear whether the people inside had already laid down and forgot to turn off the lights, or whether they had been studying ancient books and forgotten to turn on the lights.

It was very lively here during the day, but it felt deserted. Now that the people have dispersed, there is a chill, which makes people feel uncomfortable in their hearts. Zhengyin sat alone on a big rock, looking blankly in the direction of the woods. The moonlight passed through her and fell on the rock, turning it white.

"Uncle Zhengyin."

Lou Xinzhou lowered his voice and spoke. The ghost heard the movement and turned to look at her, making a "shh" gesture on his lips.

Lou Xinzhou stopped talking and took out the spiritual scroll in his arms and handed it to her to see.

Only then did she see the joy on Zhengyin's face, and her hazy brown eyes had the same color as the smiling guardian in the secret realm. She subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but the spirit body passed through it directly. Guanwen Lingshujuan was stunned for a moment, and then the color in his eyes disappeared again.

"Please also ask my nephew to hand over the appeasement, I..."

Zhengyin stopped mid-sentence, turned around and looked at the cabin. After a long while, he drifted past and stopped in front of the wooden door.

"Between life and death, there are always things that have to be settled." Zhengyin smiled bitterly and looked back at Lou Xinzhou, "Senior nephew, can you knock on the door for me?"

Lou Xinzhou stepped forward and asked the spirit scroll to communicate about life and death. Zhengyin wanted to stop Huo Sui from thinking about her. She could understand it, but somehow she felt sad in her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A sudden knock on the door rang out in the quiet open space, gently drifting a long way and winding into the forest.

The door opened, and Huo Sui was dressed in white. The white clothes were shabby, washed many times, and even a little faded. His black hair was tied loosely with a white rope. Different from the strict appeasement elder in the day, at this moment, Huo Sui's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles. A little more soft and tired.

"Hello, elder."

"Is there anything you need?"

Huo Sui asked doubtfully as if he didn't expect someone to knock on the door in the middle of the night.

"I was asked to give this to you."

As she spoke, Lou Xinzhou thrust the Spirit-Questing Scroll into his hand. She did not mention that she had found it specifically in the secret realm. She only said that she had been entrusted by someone. Then she glanced at Zhengyin beside her and turned around to leave.

When Huo Sui saw clearly what was in his hand, he almost forgot to breathe. When he came to his senses and wanted to thank people, the little girl was gone.