Tiansang Ling Palace.
The night was blurry, and three figures were walking far away from the bank of the Goose Lake.
When passing by a few acquired spiritual masters, even though their footsteps were loud, they never made the cultivators look back.
"Brother, is this Sang Laoer's territory..."
The storyteller in the red dress supports the eight saints, hears the sound of frogs and whispers in the wind, and is moved by the quiet night.
What a paradise!
It's so peaceful here, so beautiful, absolutely uncontested.
As soon as a person enters this place, even his soul relaxes. As for the battle between the avenues, it makes him tired just thinking about it!
"This is also the beginning of Master Shou's cultivation..."
The old man Liu Changqing on the other side also let out a long sigh. At the moment, his body and mind were actually dominated by Xuan Wuji.
The eight acquaintances walked that time in silence.
When he reached a certain point, he suddenly stopped and felt a dull pain in his chest.
And when passing by a powerful three-level Houtian spiritual refiner among the trees, the opponent happened to be making a breakthrough. The violent aura almost overturned the Eight Masters and fell into the Goose Lake.
"elder brother!"
The storyteller's vision went dark, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He was too weak!
After leaving the Void Island, my brother's cultivation dropped to the level of spirit refining, and his energy was like a withered tree, worse than a mortal.
A strong wind could pull him up from the ground.
"The Four Realms of Spiritual Refining..."
Ba Zunxun glanced at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with deep thought, and waved his hand to stop the storyteller from clenching his fists and asking for an explanation.
You have become too weak, how can you compete with someone acquired?
"Just wait."
His eyes fell back to Goose Lake, and he put his hands on the white jade railings, watching the fat geese playing in the water, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.
"Who dares to break into the Spiritual Palace at night!"
At this moment, there was a shout of surprise in the air.
Following this, a series of men in black with fierce energy landed on the ground, surrounding the three of them.
These black-clad law enforcement members have a very powerful aura, and most of them are innate peak masters.
Zhao Xidong, who was already the Great Elder of Lingfa Pavilion, held a piece of grass in his mouth and fluttered down on the top of the weeping willow. He was alone in the world and looked down sideways:
"Today in Tiansangling Palace, does anyone dare to... goose?"
Zhao Xidong's words stopped suddenly, and he almost became a feather and soared.
Because at this moment, as his eyes settled down, he recognized the leader of the First Realm Spirit Refining below, and his pupils gradually showed great horror and terror!
"Boss?"
"Boss, tell me!"
"Say that sentence, haven't you been rehearsing it for a long time?"
"No one has dared to break into the Spiritual Palace for so long. Today is a good day. We can eat meat. Jie Jie Jie..."
The law enforcement officers suppressed their excitement and sent messages to the new boss.
God knows, when the lord of the spiritual palace, the spiritual palace has no sleeves, and the secrets of the spiritual palace space, Dean Ye Xiaotian's identity will be exposed, and each will be judged as the queen of the spiritual palace.
How terrifying has the reputation of Tiansangling Palace become in the neighborhood?
It would be difficult for the Holy Palace to raise so many Wolf Slayers, but the Little Spirit Palace actually produced three of them!
So much time has passed, and today's Ling Palace has enjoyed peace forever, and no one dares to interfere with it.
This makes Lingfa Pavilion useless.
The newly appointed law enforcement officials are eager to meet strong enemies and whip them severely to vent their frustrations.
Who would have thought that during the boring days of playing house... Bah, the boss Zhao Xidong, who was so powerful in the crisis drill, was now so weak that he couldn't even utter a single sentence.
Just when all the law enforcement officers were wondering, they saw the new boss Zhao Xidong screaming loudly and shouting hysterically:
"Dean, save me!!!"
Eh?
Why is it so different from the usual drills?
This cry of sorrow and sorrow pierced the sky from the outer courtyard, disturbed the inner courtyard, and shocked countless disciples who were practicing all night.
When all the disciples were confused, they looked up and saw the palace protection formation suddenly activated, and realized that a powerful enemy was coming.
"Buzz!"
Waves of light circulated in the void, and Xiao Qixiu, who was holding a sword, flashed out of the inner courtyard and arrived on the Goose Lake in an instant, with extraordinary aura.
"Who dares..."
His voice paused, and he stopped holding the spirit sword behind him with his backhand.
Because when he lowered his eyes, Xiao Qixiu saw the eight-fingered man below supported by the man in the red dress.
Eight acquaintances?
What is this guy doing in the Spiritual Palace?
Unbearable memories flooded out crazily...
Xiao Qixiu subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to call Mr. Sang, but found that Mr. Sang was gone;
I wanted to call Ye Xiaotian, but found that Ye Xiaotian had also "rebelled".
"Housewarming!"
He yelled wildly, having absolutely no confidence that he could face the eight acquaintances alone, even the Saint Slave Storyteller, and the new face who seemed to have a weak aura.
Buzz!
A special spiritual pattern appears in the void.
"Huh? You are..."
On the move, only half of the face was exposed, and the lower body was still solid. Suddenly, the pupils trembled, and the special spiritual patterns in the void were frozen.
The lower half of his body was missing, and half of his face was gone, leaving no trace of where he had been.
“Housewarming!!!”
Xiao Qixiu was so angry that he almost split his liver.
But Old Qiao gave up, and all the remaining pressure fell on himself as the dean of the inner courtyard.
"What are you doing here?"
Xiao Qixiu endured it again and again, but did not pull out the sword.
If the sword is not drawn, no one feels safe; if the sword is drawn, no one is safe - this is so uncomfortable!
"I remember you."
Ba Zunzun raised his head and thought, and smiled for a long time, "But it's been a long time, haven't you... um, made some progress?"
call.
Bear with one hand, bear with one hand!
Now that Mr. Sang is not here, if he is impulsive again, there will be no one left to clean up the chaos caused by the war in the Ling Palace.
Xiao Qixiu held back his anger for his disciples and did not answer. He just asked again: "What are you here for?"
"snort!"
Xuan Wuji, who was holding Liu Changqing's skin, snorted coldly, and Xiao Qixiu and Zhao Xidong, who were high up in the sky, both fell down with a bang.
Only then could Ba Zunzun look at him and leave: "I'm looking for Ye Xiaotian."
To be continued...