Although Bai Zeyu's eyes could not be looked directly at, his mental power still clearly saw his own changes, especially when he saw marks appearing on his forehead. Even though he tried hard to control, his whole expression suddenly became gloomy.

Thinking that all his actions might have been seen by others, Bai Zeyu's heart even more surging.

Those who can be called a junior brother by a Nascent Soul cultivator are undoubtedly also a Nascent Soul powerhouse in the Youmo Sect.

"It is obvious that you can leave a mark on Junior Brother Wei, for fear that others will take it away as a disciple."

Upon hearing the words coming from above, Bai Zeyu's face slightly recovered. He bowed again but did not speak.

"I originally wanted to give you some advice on what you practice, but it seems that I can only give up."

A ball of silver light slowly fell from the black fog. After turning several circles in front of Bai Zeyu, the silver light dissipated and revealed the true face of Mount Lu. It was a token the size of a palm, and was held by Bai Zeyu.

I saw silver light on the token, and there were dense mysterious patterns on the surface, and complex patterns were constantly changing on the surface of the token like a white cloud. Except for this, there was no clue. Even when Bai Zeyu inputs mana or uses mental power to investigate, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, without any reaction, as if it is just a sophisticated carved token.

"This Silver Cloud Order belongs to you. Whether you can seize the opportunity depends on yourself."

Bai Zeyu stroked the pattern on it with his fingers. He searched through his memory but found no relevant descriptions. He was naturally confused. However, he did not dare to ask in detail, but put the token in the storage bag very seriously.

It is naturally not easy to be called an opportunity by a Nascent Soul monk. I will ask slowly if I have time in the future.

The black mist in the sky shook violently, and then gathered into a ball, and was sucked in by all the figures exposed inside, causing the black air to disappear soon.

A thin and pale middle-aged man was wearing a gold-inlaid black robe all over his body. He was extraordinary and soaring into the sky, like a god looking down at all living beings in the sky...

The other party's body shook, and appeared directly in front of Wan Liqiu like a ghost. His thin and long palms slowly pressed towards the other party's forehead.

Wan Liqiu struggled desperately, obviously knowing that he was about to face the pain of soul refining and excitement. If he could choose, he would rather self-destruct on the spot than bear this torture and pain, and would not want the secrets in his memory that could not be revealed to be peeped at by the enemy.

Obviously, all the struggle seemed so powerless that I could only watch as my palms got closer and closer.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, when his palm was still one foot away, it seemed as if it was stimulated. Wan Liqiu's head suddenly exploded, and it immediately made red and white objects splash everywhere, so fast that even the middle-aged man could not stop it.

"Hmph, no wonder Miaochan's bald donkey walked so simply. It turned out that he had left his back to silence him. It seemed that I had underestimated the tortoise shell and skin of their Vajra Sect. He was able to do such a cruel move against his disciples, directly destroying his soul, and completely cut off the chance of reincarnation."

The middle-aged man's thin and rigid skin twitched slightly, slowly retracted his arms and entered his black robe. After standing for a while, the black air surging, and his whole body completely disappeared.

"Several nephews, thanks to your help, we are exempted from heavy punishment. The warship happened to pass by Gaochang City, so why not walk with us together?"

Many black shadows who had been lying on the ground and dared not make any moves, only after confirming that the ancestor had gone far away were all stood up. The person in the lead looked extremely young and walked in front of him with his hands on his back. A pair of deep and unfathomable eyes swept across the three of them. Even without any movement, the three of them still felt a palpitation.

"In this way, I'll bother this commander."

Lu Zhen winked at the two people beside him and bowed respectfully.

After all, I have been in the Youmo Sect for most of my life. Even though Lu Zhen’s cultivation level is not high, he is very familiar with the division of many classes in the sect. Although the man in front of me looks very young, judging by the vicissitudes of inadvertently revealing his eyes, his real age is probably higher than himself. Judging from the other party’s clothing, the other party must be a member of the War Hall in the sect, and at least he is the commander of a squadron.

The Battle Hall of the Youmo Sect is a violent organization specializing in combat. They choose elite disciples who are good at fighting to attack all enemies from all sides of the sect. If the opponent can become the leader, he must be the best in the Golden Elixir stage, and it is not something that a few of them can offend.

"Walk!"

The other party's attitude was far more polite than Lu Zhen imagined. He turned around and walked towards the warship with a little signal. Lu Zhen and Shangguan Zi dared not be negligent and immediately followed closely behind the other party.

However, Bai Zeyu was not polite and flashed to Wan Liqiu's corpse. Not only did he clean up the spirit stones and debris on the ground, but he even put the headless corpse into the storage bag, and then he caught up with the team.

However, the commander turned his head and looked at Bai Zeyu, with a look of thought in his eyes.

From a distance, I didn't feel anything. As we got closer, the three of them were shocked by the warship.

The warship was cold and dark all over, and every line was as sharp as a knife. It was combined with sharp barbs covering the vital points everywhere, which highlighted the whole aura of cruelty and fierceness. Even if it was just stopped quietly, the huge oppression brought by the commander was even above the commander.

It originally took more than half a day to get on the flight, but after only one stick of incense, he slowly hovered over a thousand meters above the altitude of Gaochang City. Standing by the side of the boat, he looked down and could faintly see the lights in Gaochang King City.

"There are still important things in the Battle Hall, so I won't leave you more. I believe there will be a chance to see you again in the future."

Commander Zhao was so polite that the three of them were flattered. After thanking each other many times, they each mastered the magic weapon and left.

"Why be so polite to a few disciples in the Qi training stage?"

A woman in black and red armor slowly walked out of the shadow, with a murderous aura all over her body.

"It's okay for the other two, the youngest one, but they are valued by two Nascent Soul Ancestors at the same time. It's not impossible to achieve our cultivation level in time. You and I may not be as good as it is at his age."

Hearing the words of Commander Zhao, the woman frowned and couldn't help but retort.

"Don't you see many geniuses who have not yet grown up? How many people can truly achieve the level of Jindan cultivation?"

Commander Zhao slowly turned around and walked into the warship.

"It is always good to be able to make a good relationship."

The huge warship began to accelerate slowly at high altitude again, heading towards the northwest, and everything seemed quiet and silent.
Chapter completed!