Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The sea water is icy cold, and the sound of fighting on the sea surface can be clearly heard underwater.

The cyan robe floated in the water, Xiao Jianyuan struggled and flopped twice, one hand suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

Fu Yaoye held him back, raised his chin to signal him to look down.

A rock on the bottom of the sea faintly shone with a faint golden light, and Xiao Jianyuan's eyes lit up.

Cultivation novels really do not deceive me!

He took Fu Yao to swim over at night, looked at the rock that had not yet formed a formation, put his hand on it, and injected spiritual energy.

The golden light seemed to be stronger, and an inscription emerged from the rock.

The realm of Yundu opens once every hundred years, and it is the aura that has been accumulated in the North Sea for hundreds of years. Now, to accelerate the opening of the formation door, the only way to inject aura into this formation is.

But with such a big formation, it's not enough to suck both of them dry!

Xiao Jianyuan took out all the spiritual stone instruments on his body, and tried to inject spiritual energy into the formation again.

Just as his palm was on the rock, Fu Yaoye suddenly stopped him.

Unable to make a sound underwater, Xiao Jianyuan looked over suspiciously.

Fu Yaoye looked at him, shook his head silently, then turned around and pulled him upstream.

What's the meaning?want to go back?

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned, and spit out a string of blisters when he opened his mouth, so he quickly held his breath and shook off Fu Yaoye's hand.

Moxiu should have premeditated this time, they may have entered the barrier set by Moxiu from the very beginning!

These sects, large and small, almost all send core disciples, if they are all lost here...

Xiao Jianyuan signaled Fu Yaoye to look at the battle on the sea: Now he can't escape the barrier of the demon cultivator, and the only way to get out of here is the unopened Yundu Realm.

Fu Yaoye's white sleeves were floating in the water waves, and he looked at Xiao Jianyuan motionlessly, as if he didn't agree with Xiao Jianyuan's thoughts.

A spear-shaped magic weapon suddenly sank into the water, and it was still stained with blood, soaking into a blood mist.

Xiao Jianyuan no longer hesitated, and dived down again, injecting spiritual power into the formation of Yundu Realm.

Fu Yaoye's white clothes seemed to be covered with a faint layer of blood. He watched Xiao Jianyuan expressionlessly transfer his spiritual energy to the rock without exhaustion.

When did you become so righteous.

He sneered in his heart.

Hai Jing was hanging in the water, the tip of the sword pointed at the dark blue figure, and then fell down again.

So naive, I can't let go...

Ghost shadows continuously appeared in the air, gathered together, and rushed towards the people on the sea.

The cloud boat on Qingheng Mountain was shrouded in a layer of soft green light, Su Baimu made seals with both hands, leaned against the side of the boat in a collapsed state, took out a bottle of elixir, and almost swallowed it down in one gulp.

The Yanbai Tiger roared and rushed over, its sharp claws tore through several ghost faces, and then came back to protect Jin Chuliu.

Chang Bifeng's disciples plucked the strings, but the sound of the piano still couldn't cover up the ear-piercing crying.

"...don't struggle..."

The strange laughter was mixed with a faint male voice, which scattered in everyone's ears.

Several ghost images gathered together, vaguely forming a distorted figure.

The number of ghost faces and ghost images suddenly increased, as if inspired by something, they flew away with screams and long whistles.

Zhuang Han got up with the sword, but before he could hold on for long, his arm was bitten and bleeding by the ghost, and he was forced to come down.

A disciple of the Canglan Sect shouted in panic, "Senior Brother Zhuang! The signal can't be sent out!"

"It's the barrier world." Zhuang Han's face was extremely ugly, "There are too many ghosts, and now it is impossible to determine how many people there are."

"If only this demon cultivator can lay down such a large barrier," Zhuang Han tore off his coat and wrapped it around his bleeding arm, "then none of us can escape."

"Changbi Peak disciples, gather together," Su Baimu ordered, "Ziyuan, you..."

Before he found Lu Ziyuan's figure, he suddenly heard a scream from the disciple on the other side of the boat.

The sea was very stormy, and the cloud boat suddenly tilted to the side. Lu Ziyuan took out the talisman, slipped under her foot, and half of her body was tilted out of the cloud boat!

Lu Ziyuan heard the exclamation, but seeing that the ghost was about to break through the protective charm of the cloud boat, she simply closed her eyes, and the movement of forming seals in her hands continued.

Talismans were pasted on the damaged barrier, like a patch, sufficient aura to support the protection, and Lu Ziyuan also fell overboard.

Su Bermuda was shocked: "Zi Yuan!"

At the very moment, the snow-white spirit beast rushed over, relying on being a spirit beast, its sharp claws climbed on the ship's wall, biting a piece of clothing on the girl's body.

Jin Chuliu immediately ran to the side of the boat, and Lu Ziyuan struggled to climb up while grabbing his arm. The jade bead chain around her neck suddenly collapsed and fell into the sea with a crackling sound.

Lu Mengsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The sun was setting in front of Huiri Hall, against the shadow of the old pine tree, it was quite lonely like an old tree with a faint crow.

He paced over to the wooden table in the hall, and picked up the dilapidated landscape painting on the wall.

In the wall was an empty cubicle, inside which was placed a wooden box and a spiritual seat: the seat of his late wife Yang Hongdie.

He stared at the spiritual tablet for a while, then carefully picked her up and wiped it carefully.

Lu Mengsheng put the coffin back to its original position, and the wooden box was accidentally touched by his movements, and it knocked against the wall lightly.

Lu Mengsheng's fingers trembled slightly, and he picked up the box instead.

He opened the wooden box, and there was a string of jade beads in full bloom, which was dim at this time.

Seeing this, Lu Mengsheng's face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned around.

"No reply," Zhong Yurong shook his head, and said, "No matter what method of communication, I can't get in touch."

Lu Mengsheng murmured: "Something must have happened..."

"The jade chain on Ziyuan's body was given to her by her mother when she was a child," Lu Mengsheng waved his sleeves to create a huge gossip pattern, "Ziyuan cherishes it so much, it won't be damaged..."

Zhong Yurong stopped him: "Senior brother, no! If you do any more calculations, you will overdraw your lifespan!"

"It's not just our Qingheng Mountain," Yan Li hurried over, he frowned, his expression solemn: "There is news from other sects that all the disciples who went to Yundu Realm have lost contact."

He turned his head and said to a disciple: "Go ask Xu Mitang to check the movement of the demon cultivator recently."

"If it's really a demon cultivator..." Zhong Yurong sighed softly, "It will lose news to hundreds of high-ranking disciples from various sects,"

"I'm afraid only those few magic cultivators can do it."

"A magic cultivator in the transformation stage, if you and I face each other at the same time, we may not be able to gain the upper hand,"

Yan Li said in a deep voice: "Then they are serious, and there is more danger than good luck."

"Elder, elder!"

A disciple rushed in hurriedly: "The head of the Yuqiong Sect, please see me!"

Yan Li and Zhong Yurong looked at each other, got up and left the hall.

"Elder Lu!"

The head of the Yuqiong Sect is a beautiful woman who almost knelt down in front of the Qingheng Mountain Gate, supported by two disciples: "I beg the Master to save the little girl!"

Although Yuqiongmen is just a small sect with a small family, Zhong Yurong was also shocked when he saw this scene, and quickly reached out to help him, saying: "The real head of the sect has not left the customs yet, what is the important matter of Yuqiongmen?"

The head of the Yuqiong Sect cried out: "The little girl followed me and sent my disciples to the realm of Yundu, but there has been no news yet!"

"The Canglan faction has already gone to investigate, it's the barrier! The North Sea territory has opened up the barrier for ten miles!"

Both Yan Li and Zhong Yurong were shocked.

The head of the Yuqiong Sect grabbed Zhong Yurong's hand and asked hopefully, "Is Lu Mengchang still alive? Please help me figure out my daughter's current situation!"

Zhong Yurong's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to break free from her: "Elder Lu has something important to do, so he can't help Yuqiongmen today."

The head of the Yuqiong Sect held her firmly: "Then tomorrow, I will wait here for Elder Lu! No matter what the request is, as long as the Yuqiong Sect can do it, I can do anything!"

Zhong Yurong couldn't bear it, Yan Li stepped forward and said: "You should go back first, there is no news about our disciples..."

The face of the head of Yuqiong Sect was bloodless: "No, I'll just wait here..."

Yan Li was about to dissuade him, but Lu Mengsheng suddenly went down to the mountain gate: "That's all, it's just a divination."

Zhong Yurong exclaimed in shock: "Senior brother!"

Yan Li grabbed his half-worn Taoist robe and said angrily in a low voice: "Do you know that your life essence is being consumed at an accelerated rate!"

"I know." Lu Mengsheng sighed, "Even if she doesn't come to beg us, I will count."

He took a few steps back and opened the gate of Qingheng Mountain: "Master Yuqiong Sect, please."

Lu Ziyuan hurriedly reached out to reach for those jade beads, and Jin Chuliu, who was lying on the side of the boat and dragging her, was terrified: "What are you doing!"

Lu Ziyuan was about to cry: "My necklace..."

The few tiny jade beads fell into the sea and disappeared, and a huge wave hit, completely cutting off her thoughts.

Lu Ziyuan struggled to climb up the side of the boat, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Junior Brother Fu!"

The sea was surging, and there was a sharper sword shadow in the snow-white waves. The sea mirror cut through the water, and Fu Yaoye jumped out of the water with Xiao Jianyuan in his arms.

Su Baimu stumbled over, Fu Yaoye put down the pale Xiao Jianyuan, and said concisely: "I found it."

"What did you find?" Jin Chuliu also pulled Lu Ziyuan up.

"The formation of Yundu Realm." Fu Yaoye said no more, and drew his sword to meet the ghost in the sky.

Xiao Jianyuan weakly stretched out his hand to Su Baimu: "Give me a tonic pill, I'm almost drained by that formation."

Su Baimu quickly swallowed it for him.

Xiao Jianyuan slowed down, and then quickly explained: "There is still half a quarter of an hour, and the realm of Yundu will open."

"Tell the disciples of Qingheng Mountain, hold on for another quarter of an hour, and we will enter as soon as the formation gate opens."

Su Baimu nodded, and said to Jin Chuliu: "You guard Senior Brother Sheng and Junior Sister Lu, and I will help Junior Brother."

Jin Chuliu replied: "Okay."

Lu Ziyuan sat on the deck of the boat in a daze, stretched out her hand to touch the empty neck, but she did not forget to grab the talisman with the other hand.

Xiao Jianyuan sighed, and stretched out his hand to her: "Junior Sister Lu, look."

In his hand is a round jade stone, smooth and round, with a hole in the middle.

"Senior brother only caught one, and there are two more with you."

Lu Ziyuan stared blankly at his palms, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried loudly.

Jin Chuliu didn't know why, so he watched her cry at a loss, Xiao Jianyuan quickly stuffed the jade into Lu Ziyuan's palm, and touched her wet head: "Okay, okay, don't cry..."

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"Magic to God":

"... Fu Yaoye held a jade necklace and handed it to Lu Ziyuan: 'Senior Sister, return it to you.'

Lu Ziyuan cried with joy: "You really found it!" '

The necklace looks very ordinary, and the workmanship is not so exquisite. The jade of unknown material seems to have a shining light.

Fu Yaoye nodded and said: "Well, it's just that it was broken when I picked it up, so I took the rope and strung it up again." '

Lu Ziyuan had already discovered the opening, and said lonely: "Okay, but I still have to thank you..."

Seeing how much she cherished her, Fu Yaoye couldn't help but ask, "Is this necklace given to you by Elder Lu?" '

Lu Ziyuan shook her head: 'No. '

The girl seemed to recall something, and smiled slightly: "It was...my mother gave it to me before she died." '

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