It is true that Shuijing Sect and Cangyu Sword Sect are too famous. Normally, the people from these two sects are like dragons, so there is a chance to sit together.

What's more, he is Jin Dan Zhenren... a second-rate sect elder-like existence.

His ears were buzzing, and his buttocks were only touching half of the chair. Looking at his junior fellow apprentices chatting and laughing with several real people, his heart was filled with envy.

What does it mean to be calm, what does everyone mean, and what does it mean to be humble and silent?

Please look... I'm my junior brother.

Xu Kang returned to his seat, glanced at Mo Jiuxuan's back with a cold gaze, and then looked under the plaque to express his gratitude to the elders and disciples of the sect who came to watch the ceremony. A faint look of impatience appeared on his face.

The junior brother next to him whispered, "Senior brother, don't forget the business."

Xu Kang stared back in disgust, as if to say, are you teaching me how to do things?

The junior brother was shocked. He was horrified to find that his senior brother was about to wipe his neck with a knife, and he quickly lowered his head and remained silent.

At this moment, the Taiqing sect leader, who had always maintained a calm and elegant attitude, was stunned, turned back suspiciously, and looked in the direction of Qilin Garden on the back mountain.

...

Kirin Garden.

The light green and bright yellow light slowly condensed into the image of a unicorn in the main hall like wisps of flowing clouds. The unicorn seemed to be entangled with something. It kept opening its big mouth to tear and twist its body, but it could not escape the sight.

The missing web.

The four bronze statues have four haloes of yellow, green, white and blue spitting out from their mouths and shooting into the body of the unicorn formed by the light, forming a magnificent and gorgeous picture.

Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan were stunned, staring blankly at Qilin, whose body was becoming more and more solid. The inaudible roar seemed to echo in their hearts, as if they came from ancient times, traveled through time and space, and were in the Yuling Sect.

Echoes echoed in the main hall on the back mountain.

"Hahaha~"

Wild and proud laughter sounded, and the middle-aged Taoist released a glass lamp with great rays of light, drawing out the essence of the Kirin image one by one.

The dazzling unicorn struggled painfully, and every time its hooves similar to deer's hooves stepped on the void, fleeting flowers would bloom under the hooves.

As the middle-aged Taoist Master chanted the mantra solemnly again, the glass lamp devoured the Kirin essence faster and faster, and the Kirin's struggling movements became weaker and weaker.

Seeing the legendary mythical beast that symbolized good luck suffering such pain, Mo Xiaoran felt inexplicably angry in his heart, and his white and weak fingers left five deep scratches on the hard bronze base.

Qilin was struggling, roaring, and whining endlessly, and its eyes were looking at the pedestal where Mo Xiaoran was hiding, with sadness in his eyes.

The purple-gold coiled dragon spear hidden in Mo Xiaoran's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became violent, and released its spear intention in her sea of ​​consciousness, intending to break out of the shackles and protect Qilin.

As a result, a weak spiritual power ripple suddenly appeared in Mo Xiaoran's body...
Chapter completed!