Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Bright red blood dripped from the spikes.Fang Zhiyuan let out the last breath between his thin lips, his complexion was ashen, and he couldn't take another breath for a long time.

The ice crystals under his body condensed faster and faster, and his whole body was almost pierced by Yin Qi, and his chest and abdomen were gradually pushed up by the rapidly extending ice thorns, and his whole body seemed to be broken from it.

"Zhiyuan!!" Lin Lingqing gritted his teeth and called out to him. When he raised his eyes, he felt that the floating yin stone island was still far away in the sky.

The tens of thousands of people who had not yet left on Shidao cried out in mourning from a distance, but they still couldn't get close.Even at this point, the dark air gathering around Fang Zhiyuan has not dissipated yet.

This only means one thing, that is, in such a nearly comatose state, the last sliver of instinctive consciousness is still holding back Yin Qi unwilling to relax...

Lin Lingqing's teeth began to tremble slightly, Zhiyuan was already at the limit, if he dragged on...!

There is no time for further hesitation.Yuyue's long sword swung in a big arc, forcing the besieging Panyu immortals back for a moment.He thought to himself: Zhiyuan, please hold on...

Taking advantage of the fleeting opening, the Demon Lord turned around and took a wrong step, holding the sword in both hands, pouring all the Yang flow around his body into the tip of Yuyue, and slashing upwards without reservation!

The hilt of the sword trembled, the brilliance of the blade was like water, and a line of white flames flew up against the wind like a falling star.

The sword was handed out, and the empty door behind Lin Lingqing was opened wide. I don't know which Panyu person slashed the demon king's back with his sword, and blood spattered everywhere.

Lin Lingqing staggered a step forward, pushed Yuyue back one by one with his backhand, and he picked out the sword blade that had been pierced into the flesh!

From the beginning to the end, the Demon Lord didn't even look at the enemy behind him. Blood was dripping from the corner of his lips, and he stared at the ray of white light rising up.

The barrier on that stone island cannot enter, but since Yin Qi can enter, then Yang Qi must be the same...

Even if it's just to keep him warm.

Sure enough, the white light was enveloped by the sword intent, and when it hit the barrier, it silently penetrated into it.But the hastily condensed yang flow was too weak, and was quickly swallowed up by a thousand times thicker yin qi.

After a breath or two of silence, there was another glimmer of light in the darkness struggling to light up.

As if someone was obsessed with dying, a ray of yang light fell gently on Fang Zhiyuan's heart, causing the speed of the icicles of Yin Qi to spread silently to slow down.

The devil's eyes sank, not enough... not enough.

The white flames condensed by Yang Qi burned to his calf, and at some point, his feet had already turned into fly ash and scattered.But at this moment Lin Lingqing was panting, only wishing that the flame could not burn more vigorously.

However... the spirit is crumbling, the two Nascent Souls are useless, and the five-foot clear light is shattered. Yuyue doesn't know how long he can last.

But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A scorching energy at his pulse door exploded suddenly.The snow-white fireworks soared, like a lotus flower blooming in full bloom, and immediately sent the surrounding Immortal Panyu flying dozens of feet away!

"Hmm...!" The figure of the demon king leaned back in pain in the blazing fire, his fingers trembled, and he could hardly hold the long sword.

But in the next moment, he opened his golden eyes awe-inspiringly, raised his wrist and swung his sword, and leaped up again without reservation.

This is...someone is helping him!

……

Yujie, under the gate of the sky formation.

The nine-clawed red dragon hovered in the cloud, mist and thunder, and finally, at a certain moment, hit the vortex that was absorbing the yang energy between heaven and earth with the corner of its head fiercely!

"Since... it's my brother who decided to do this."

A look of determination flashed in Chilong's nimble eyes, and he groaned vigorously, pouring all the spiritual flow in his body, "I'll give him what he wants."

Even if this is done, Lin Lingqing will be wiped out in pain in the flames; even...she will once again trap herself in endless loneliness and watch her brother fall helplessly again.

That's okay, it's agreed that they will return together in this life, and she will soon be able to go where her brothers go.

The spiritual flow was exhausted, and soon she couldn't maintain the dragon body, and turned back into the appearance of a girl in red.

With the strong wind blowing the blue silk, Yu Hongtang gritted her teeth, and raised her hand to summon the sword Wuming. The black sword and white sword were fixed in the air, and she borrowed the power of two immortal weapons to continue to wring out every inch of yin and yang in her meridians.

"Little Brown Tang will...will stay with my brothers."

Take it, take mine and burn it together.Burn all the dark, chaotic, cruel things to ashes together.

Yu Hongtang closed her eyes, her thoughts sank and she looked inside.If the flying fairyland burns, it must be very spectacular, can my brother see it?

A generous hand landed on her back, stopping the girl from moving.

Someone exclaimed: "Lei... Lei Qiong Immortal Head!?"

Lu Kuifu did not know when he stood behind Yu Hongtang, he was as silent as a mountain, he did not speak, but stretched out an arm, injecting the mighty spiritual flow in his body into the vortex.

Inside Sword Valley, Ye Fu poked his hands behind his back, and untied the urn tied with iron chains amidst the clattering sound.

"Help me guard." He casually left a sentence to Xuanyuan Yi, stepped on the sword and jumped straight up to the sky.

"Ye Jianshen also..."

Almost at the same time, two figures in long gowns flew up to the clouds side by side.

"Look, that's Dean Yan and Vice President Chen!"

In the deep sea thousands of feet down from the Eastern Glazed Sea, several great monsters in the Dragon Palace knelt in a row, and anxiously persuaded: "Your Majesty, you can't go!"

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, and if you waste too much power rashly, I'm afraid it will endanger the dragon's body, my lord!"

Dragon King Aoyin shook his head, and sneered helplessly: "Danger the dragon body? You open your eyes, look at the two people in the sky, and tell me about endangering the dragon body?"

In just a few moments, all the Dujies in Yujie were standing in the clouds.

Not only that, more high-level powers filled with righteous indignation rushed into the sky one after another.In front of the cloud swirl of lightning and thunder, spiritual currents surged like tides.

Yu Hongtang couldn't help being slightly startled: "You..."

Ao Yin sighed, and said: "Little Hongyu, don't look at me like that, this is not just your sibling's private matter."

In just a few words, people are still pouring out of the giant gate.When those ordinary monks saw the gathering of several great powers at first sight, they couldn't help being more shocked and flustered on their pale faces.

Yan Yu comforted him: "It's okay, let's go down quickly."

Someone was so ashamed that he choked up and said, "Yan... Dean Yan, we... are incompetent."

Yan Yu shook his head gently: "If you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings. Leave it to us."

As he said that, the dean raised his head to look at the sky, and sighed lowly: "We are the ones who are incompetent... and we can only help that child in this way."

……

His world was cold and dark, and Fang Zhiyuan's consciousness was struggling on the verge of annihilation.

Suddenly, a hot flow of yang qi enveloped the body, and the instinct, which was already at the peak of the Mahayana, almost eagerly absorbed the warmth. The rich but not violent yang qi traveled through the meridians, and the ice melted.

It was as if someone lit a bonfire for him in the dark, hugged him in the cold winter, and carefully fed him a sip of hot soup.

"Zhiyuan..."

Someone called him urgently.

"Zhiyuan—you wake up!!"

Brother.

Fang Zhiyuan's body twitched and bounced suddenly, he suddenly opened his slack pupils, convulsed all over, and coughed blood profusely.

"Cough cough cough...! Uh..."

His scorched black and bloody hand tightly grasped the icicle protruding from his chest, and the hair soaked in cold sweat stuck to his pale cheek, and soon got wet again.

But at least... the person who passed out just now has regained consciousness.Messy and painful panting is better than breathless breathing.

It's like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. Although he can't get out of the sea of ​​suffering, he can still raise his head and take a breath of fresh air with difficulty.

"It's Spiritual Qi!" Yang Tang, who was burning with anxiety, exclaimed in surprise in the distance, "Spiritual Qi... No, it should be called Yang Qi, and Yang Qi can help Fang Xianjun resist Yin Qi!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the mighty crowd turning back.

Among these people, the strongest cultivation is only at the Golden Core level, but their eyes are red, the corners of their mouths are tight, and they are struggling to separate the Yang flow in their bodies without saying a word, and send it to the dark whirlwind of Yin Qi!

"Cough, cough..." Fang Zhiyuan coughed, his eyes gradually focused, he gathered enough strength, pulled out several pitch-black ice thorns from his body one after another, and threw them on the ground.

what happened……

He looked at the figures around him in a daze, closing and opening his eyes with difficulty, "You...why..."

He subconsciously wanted to say, why not leave.He even became annoyed again, and secretly scolded these fools, who had clearly seen that he was about to lose their hold, so why don't they leave quickly! ?

But the voice was cut off, and only a rough voice like Hong Zhong said: "Let those with low cultivation base go first, and I will stay!"

"I am neither old nor young, so I should stay too!"

"I, I won't leave. In the future, Old Pang, the head of the city, will never dare to call me a coward. I won't leave!"

"Hey... After living to such a great age, I only see through life and death today, not bad, not bad."

Fang Zhiyuan was stunned, the black wind in front of him made him unable to see the faces clearly, he only felt that there were many, many people surrounding him.

One after another voices came from all directions.

Just like the old woman in the village chattering about homework, the half-drunk man in the alley boasting, in fact, it is a bit noisy, but it is the most simple and true.

"Fang Xianchang, you must hold on!"

"Let's go home together!"

"Oh, can I do this, this way? I was scolded by my master for improper manipulation of yang qi since I was a child. Will it hurt the fairy?"

"Slow down, Xianjun is seriously injured, everyone be careful!"

Every voice of anxiety and concern fell on his heart like pearls. Fang Zhiyuan was hit dizzily for a moment, his Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't speak the words he wanted to scold harshly.

"Zhiyuan!"

Under the stone island, Lin Lingqing saw Fang Zhiyuan waking up, his heartstrings that were so tense that they were about to break finally let go, and he yelled again.

Fang Zhiyuan came back to his senses in shock, he tried his best to stand up, hissed with red eyes: "Don't look at me! - Be careful in front of you!!"

Lin Lingqing turned around suddenly, only to see a petite figure in white clothes less than five feet in front of him!

He was drenched in cold sweat, and instinctively lifted Yuyue up, only then did he take a closer look, the one in front of him was A Deng!

In the face of such a once-in-a-thousand-year flaw, Ah Deng did not move.

She didn't pull out her white scimitar, and stared blankly at Lin Lingqing's snow-clothed silver sword, which was burning with flames, and flew away sideways.

There was a magnetic chuckle from the Demon Monarch, and the echo made people itch: "Thank you very much."

What cut off the echo was the incomprehensible roar of other Panyu people: "What are you doing!? Why didn't you just do it!"

what am i doing?

Ah Deng thought blankly: No, it is not.

It's not me, it should be you—what is the Panyu world doing now?

Why is the brilliance of the education industry so bright? Why don't we have such lights?

The girl was silent, and looked towards the crimson disaster star in the sky.

Until now, the Lord finally no longer dared to ignore the existence of Lin Lingqing.

He wanted to wait for the evil star to bring about his own destruction, but now that the demon lord draws in the yang energy to protect him, he actually saved Fang Zhiyuan's chance of survival.This can no longer allow him to go down.

The lord coldly ordered: "Where are the immortals of Panyu, kill the demon king, and destroy the soul immediately."

However, something unexpected happened.

For the first time, no one from Panyu obeyed his order.

Today's Demon Lord is a cluster of crazily burning flames, with mighty coercion and heat waves swaying in all directions, covering the sky and covering the earth, destroying mountains and seas.

Immortal Panyu would die if touched, so no one dared to take advantage of them. They all retreated cautiously, surrounded by them from a distance, but did not dare to rush forward.

The lord frowned, his face darkened, and he said: "Those who kill the demon king will first reward three furnaces."

Still no one came forward.

Although the cauldron is good, it is only good if you have a life to enjoy it. If you lose your life first, what's the use of cultivating?

"..." Only Ah Deng closed his eyes and sighed, his figure gradually receded and disappeared soundlessly.

Xin Tongzi, Yin Changxin...

I seem to understand your choice.

……

The red light of the stars in the chaotic sky is still treacherous.The clouds are deep and the fog is dark, and murderous intentions are like a net.

That snow-white figure was finally able to stand in the void opposite the supreme and powerful person in the Panyu world.

Lin Lingqing stood opposite the Lord.

He finally stood in front of Fang Zhiyuan, even though separated by an untouchable barrier.

He didn't turn his head to comfort the scarred person, wasn't disturbed by emotions, and didn't let tears blur his vision.It just transported a steady stream of yang energy into the barrier, and at the same time raised the sword to point at the Lord.

The lord narrowed his eyes and said, "Lord Lin Mo...do you want to fight me?"

Lin Lingqing said calmly: "If you stop your Yin Qi, I won't do anything."

The lord's eyes fell pointedly, and he lingered on the demon king.

He grinned and asked suddenly: "Look down, where are your left hand and feet?"

Lin Lingqing didn't bow his head, he couldn't feel the pain there, and knew that it had probably been burned to ashes.

He said indifferently: "I don't like to fight with picky villains, so I'll let you have one hand and one pair of feet."

The lord smiled disdainfully, let go of the ten fingers that were pulling Yinliu, and clenched them into fists suddenly!

In an instant, the airflow in the void fluctuated terribly.The lord stretched out his arms straight, and blasted out with two fists through the air.

It was a move without any fancy, without the slightest change or skill, but it contained the power to destroy the world.

No one could see how the pair of fists were struck, only saw the Lord raised his arms at one moment, and at the next moment a white afterimage flashed, and Lin Lingqing flew upside down.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the Demon Lord smashed his back in front of the barrier on the stone island, the broken stones collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled the air!

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were about to burst, "Lin Lingqing!!!"

Lin Lingqing coughed weakly twice, and dark blood gushed out of his mouth, "Stop screaming...doesn't your throat hurt? Cough cough...I can hear you."

His hands tremblingly covered his chest, and two pieces of his chest had obviously collapsed.

The lord smiled and spread his hands easily: "How about it, do you still think you have a chance of winning?"

"I'm not your opponent."

Lin Lingqing raised her sleeve, trying to wipe off the blood on the corner of her lips.But when he found that the blood couldn't be stopped at all, he stopped wiping, "...but I have no choice but to kill you."

The moment the words came out, a bloody look flashed in his eyes, he kicked violently, and rushed towards the lord again.

The lord raised his fists again.

Still a trick.

After one move, Lin Lingqing's body wrapped in white flames was sent flying again.

But this time, after the smoke cleared, his left shoulder bone was completely distorted into a mass of blurred flesh.As soon as the meridian is broken, the overly strong yang energy burns up, and the white ash blows away in the wind in a blink of an eye.

With a muffled sound, the Demon Lord's left arm fell bloody between the black rocks and cold water on the hanging stone island.

Looking up, the bones and flesh are turned into mud; looking down, from the forearm down, it has been burned into nothingness.Only this half of the stump remained, sinking coldly in the puddles.

It was also reflected in Fang Zhiyuan's suddenly shrunken pupils.

Suddenly his spine collapsed.

Fang Zhiyuan knelt there, gasping for breath with one hand on the ground, only felt cramps in his stomach, and his eyes turned black.

His other hand pressed against the barrier until his nails shattered... That barrier... opposite Lin Lingqing's thin back, struggling between dust, water and blood.

He was clearly close at hand, but he couldn't hug him.

too cruel.

This too cruel scene also fell into the eyes of tens of thousands of people who were still on Shidao.Everyone was stunned, panting and swallowing, and lost their souls.

Fang Zhiyuan's lips were murmuring, and when he finally managed to make a sound, what came out was not the name of the senior brother, but a voice: "Go..."

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be enduring a thousand cuts with his lips and tongue, and said to the crowd gathered around him: "Taking advantage of the yin... Take a short break and return to the Education Realm..."

"Xianchang, let's go together!"

Fang Zhiyuan paused, and said, "I want to guard him."

……

I don't know when, it's already night.

The brutal and tragic battle continued.

If you remove the bloody part, it is actually very monotonous and tasteless.

It's just a futile attack by one side, while the other side keeps shooting.

But this kind of battle continued. As the number of furnaces in the stone island decreased more and more, the Lord gradually turned from disdain at the beginning to impatience, and finally became completely violent.

In the beginning, he deliberately tortured the Demon Lord, but later he was already making fatal moves.

Lin Lingqing never died.

But now, any dead person looks better than him.

... No one has ever seen Lin Lingqing play like this.

Xuyun's Little Immortal Lin is handsome, and the Lotus Bone Demon Lord of Snow Bone City is cold and graceful, both of them are peerless and unparalleled in the Three Realms.

Rather than this and this time, use the most embarrassing, embarrassing, bloody... and most vicious way to pounce on the unshakable enemy again and again.

Now, his left arm is gone, his right eye is blind, even half of his right face has been blasted to a bloody mess, one leg has been twisted into twists, and his body has been struck out with countless depressions and several bones. It broke off, and stabbed out in white flowers.

But he would not stop.

Being knocked down again and again, getting up again, pounced on, and being knocked down again... This is not even the posture of a cultivator, but like a wild beast driven to a desperate situation.

Miserable.

Even a hard-hearted person would have to cover his face and weep.

Finally, Yuyue's sword was full of cracks.At a certain moment, there was a soft sound, just like the bright moon in the water was broken into phantoms, and it shattered like a five-foot clear moon.

In the sky above Yujie, Yu Hongtang was about to collapse, Ao Yin and Lu Kuifu were on each side, pressing down on the little girl, preventing her from going mad and rushing to Panyujie.

It's useless... Now all their power is provided to Lin Lingqing, so that the Demon Lord can barely fight the Lord.If Yu Hongtang entered Pan Yu, needless to say, she would not be able to break out even surrounded by that group of Pan Yu immortals.

However, no matter how hard they tried to force themselves to be rational and calm, they all had pale faces and cold hands and feet.

These powerful beings are the closest to Tianmen and have the highest vision, so they can see the most clearly.This isn't a battle, it's clearly one-sided cruelty, but...but Lin Lingqing didn't stop.

But what was unexpected was that the person who seemed most likely to collapse and go crazy became calmer and calmer.

Fang Zhiyuan calmly persuaded the remaining monks on Shidao to leave one by one, and if they didn't leave, they would be sent away by force, not daring to delay even a second.

After all, he was the fairy head of the previous life, no matter how painful it was, his head would become numb if the pain was too much, he could not let down the blood of his senior brother.

He even thought that maybe he would send these people back soon, and Lin Lingqing would be relieved to be relieved.

It doesn't matter if you kill yourself, blow yourself up, or stop breathing silently, it's better than this...

Outside the barrier, the lord stared at the crumbling figure, and said expressionlessly, "I really don't understand why you are doing this. You make yourself painful, and you also make the cursed star suffer."

"……you……"

Lin Lingqing held the last Tunan sword, blood trickled down from his loose long hair.

He said something between his pale lips, but the voice was so weak that the lord had to frown to listen.

"Kill you……"

Lin Lingqing half-opened his remaining left eye, his pupil was out of focus, and spoke word by word with difficulty.

"I can... take my star... home..."

Tunan's sword tip trembled and pointed at the Lord.

He still has a sword in his hand.

He also has a right hand capable of holding a sword.

He is still alive.

Zhiyuan is still alive.

Then he won't stop.

……

Suddenly, a cry of complete collapse resounded through the dark sky of Yujie.

A figure volleyed from the tower of Snow Bone City straight up to the sky, stumbling, as if it was about to fall down at any moment.

It was only when he got closer that he could see clearly that the crying one was a young man with a somewhat immature face, dressed in the clothes of Xu Yunzong's disciple, looking ordinary.

The people gathered here are all the top powers in the fairy world.And this young man is thin and small, clothed in plain clothes and hemp shoes, and his cultivation base is weak.Like a group of lions, tigers and giant elephants, a dirty little puppy squeezed out of place.

But this tiny boy suddenly raised his neck with bulging veins, and burst into tears.

"Why...why!!"

Shen Xiaojiang's fist hit the formation rune fiercely, making a dull sound.

He was sobbing, crying like accusing, "Why does it have to be the suzerain, it has to be the senior brother and the second senior brother... why is this happening, why are everyone sent back, only they can't go home...!!"

Another punch landed on the gate.

"Why can't I do anything!!"

It's like a mayfly shaking a tree, like a mantis holding a chariot.Like a drop of clear water trying to extinguish a raging fire, like a cluster of sparks trying to melt a cold winter.

Such a helpless, unwilling voice echoed over the entire fairyland.

"Why, why did the elder brother save so many people! Now no one can save him..."

Yu Hongtang choked up, tears streaming down her face.Lukuev closed his eyes sideways, his tall body bent, wishing he could crush his steel teeth.

The young man's words seemed to tear out their hearts.

Shen Xiaojiang buried his head abruptly, and stretched out his hands to push against the giant door. He tried his best to send the spiritual flow in his body there, until his face flushed and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"let me……"

Blood dripped from the boy's mouth and nose, tears and sweat mixed together, he said with difficulty, "Let me also..."

Ye Fu frowned, "No! The aura of heaven and earth here has been stirred up by us, your cultivation base is too weak, you will be backlashed."

Shen Xiaojiang shook his head stubbornly, tears blurred his eyes.

Let me also... do something.

I beg you.

Even if it only works a little bit, even if it doesn't work at all.

Please...

But Shen Xiaojiang didn't know who he was begging.

Do you seek heaven and earth, do you seek fate?

No, when the yin body is being discriminated against or even mutilated, no matter how much they pray to gods, pray to Buddha and cry, the world and fate have never treated them kindly.

It is the big brother who treats them kindly.

The cool wind at the turn of summer and autumn seems to be blowing again.Last night just after a lingering mountain rain, among the emerald peaks, on the iron chain, the young fairy in white clothes and fur looked back and smiled slightly, and asked him: "Are you a child from the outer sect? What are you doing at the main peak?"

The senior brother smiled and praised him as a genius of Yin Linggen, the senior senior brother never disliked anyone from Xuyun, the senior senior brother said that they can actually cultivate demons, the senior senior brother said that they might become the saviors of the three worlds...

Vividly in my mind, as if in yesterday.

But who cares about being a savior?

They can't even save the eldest brother.

In Snowbone City, a large group of Snowbone monks suddenly rose into the sky.They rushed to the front involuntarily, imitating the boy one by one, pouring all their strength into it recklessly!

Xun Mingsi raised his head suddenly, wiped away his tears, and said in a deep voice, "We're going too."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Xu Yun's Yin Outer Sect surrounded several true disciples.

Many of them have just started cultivating demons, and the stupid ones only got angry at this time, but they all begged: "Senior brother Song Wu, can you open the millet boat? Let us go too!"

"We want to go too!"

"Let's go too, please!"

Ye Huaguo said in a panic, "No...no, danger, danger!"

Song Youdu held her shoulder, shook his head at the senior sister, and nodded vigorously: "Let's go together."

But someone went faster than them.Ji Shengzi, who was on the mountain and sea star platform, was even closer to the sky, but instead rushed in front of Xu Yun and the others.

After Xu Yun's Su Zhou went up, Yuan Ziyi led the scholars from Zhisong Academy, and Xuanyuan Yi led the sword cultivators from Jiangu.Afterwards, the group of medical immortals from Furong Pavilion, and the Senluo Stone Palace from the Western Regions also came. Unexpectedly, the group of elders and disciples from Ziwei Pavilion, who were always arrogant and rigid, would soon come too...

No one gathered a crowd to call, no one raised their arms and shouted.

But more people came just like this, piled up into a mountain, and lined up into a sea.Many people with low cultivation level and unable to fly in the air pass their spiritual power to those with high cultivation level; the people behind can't squeeze in the front, so they put their palms on the neck, shoulders, back and waist of the people in front, Power is sent over like money.

One by one, one by one.In the end, it was no longer clear who was from a noble family and who was a casual cultivator, let alone who came from which fairy continent, and who belonged to which sect.

People howling, screaming, roaring, roaring!Pairs of bloodshot eyes, distorted faces dripping with tears, a pair of hands, and tiny figures.

"go home!!"

I don't know who was the first to roar and waved his fist.

"Go home!! Let them go home!!"

"Let our two immortals go home!!!"

So the small is no longer small.

They are like a roaring dragon waking up.

……

In Liuhuazhou, the gate of Baihuang Mu's house was locked by a formation.

"What are you doing! Don't go there!"

Furious, Mu Hong yelled at the next group of Mu family disciples who wanted to forcibly rush out: "Wait until you open your eyes, the sky is connected to the Panyu Immortal Realm, if there is a sudden change in that side, everyone will die! Lin Negative Qing is nothing more than reckless and brave, before he absorbed the aura of the world of Yujie, did he ever think about you!?"

A group of Mu family disciples dared not speak out, but no one pleaded guilty and retreated.

Seeing this, Mu Hong was even angrier.Unexpectedly, without warning, an overly familiar crying sound came from outside the locked door.

"Father……!"

It was Mu Qingxue.

As if Mu Hong was struck by lightning, he turned around in astonishment, stepped outside the gate of Mu's house, and saw his daughter who ran away angrily last time on the crowded street in Liuhuazhou.

Mu Qingxue was among the crowd.On her left is an old man with yellow buck teeth, and on her right is a fat woman selling candy in the alley. The ice beauty and young lady who used to be so self-confident now has messy temples and is crowded with countless dirty casual cultivators. .

Tears flowed across Mu Qingxue's face, and she cried, "Father...!!"

The disciples of the Mu family knelt down one after another and begged:

"Patriarch! Let us go, Patriarch!"

"Patriarch, let us go there!"

"..."

Mu Hong's expression changed drastically, his face turned from red to black and then to white, his fingers clenched so hard that his knuckles rang.He suddenly raised his sleeves, as if he was about to smash the table with his palm——

But after all, he didn't, he lowered his arms in a slump, and closed his eyes with a livid face.In front of the magnificent gate of the Mu family, the runes that formed the formation spread out silently...

Mu family disciples rushed out.

Finally, the lobby was empty, leaving only Mu Hong alone.Patriarch Baihuang remained silent, staring at the sky for a long time, letting the sky light fall on the corner of his eyes.