However, at the next moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan's words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "Since you are here, then stay. If you ever meet me, you will regret your fate!"
Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, and dozens of sword lights swam out from his sleeves. Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately. If he was the only one, there would be nothing wrong with letting these guys go.
, after all, it is hateful, and they always act according to orders. However, it is different now. The Medical Fu Sect wants to transfer the entire family. The target is too big. If they are allowed to go back, it is likely to cause complications.
It would be better to kill by mistake than to let go. Since he has nothing to do with the Cultivation Alliance anyway, Yuwen Zhouyuan will naturally not put himself and the Medical Fu Sect into unpredictable danger just because of a moment of weakness.
One moment he was obviously fine, but the next moment he got angry and turned against him so fast that it was hard for anyone to react. The faces of the monks in the Cultivation Alliance all changed drastically.
"Senior, please show mercy!" Cai Yu's face turned pale with fear. How could he possibly fight against a cultivator of the True Lord Stage?
Dead! Cai Yu's eyes were full of despair, but the ant was still alive. Even though he knew he was defeated, how could he be willing to sit back and wait for death.
While begging loudly for mercy, he flicked his sleeves and a large amount of pink demonic energy flew out of his sleeves, covering half of the sky in the blink of an eye. The momentum seemed quite impressive.
"Roar!" A loud roar came from the depths of the mist, as if there was some monster hiding in it.
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned a blind eye and lightly tapped out with one finger. Suddenly, the sword energy filled the sky, like a gust of wind and rain, and stabbed towards the opponent.
"Ah!" Miserable screams came into his ears, one after another. Whether it was Cai Yu, the old man in soap robes, or other real-life monks, despite their differences in cultivation, in Yuwen Zhouyuan's view, they were just ants.
, the sword light fell like rain, these people's heads were also in different places, and they had no power to resist at all.
Then Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his right hand slightly, and shot out a fire bomb from his fingertips. It was as small as a Buddhist bead, but the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth rushed in...
Soon, the fire bomb exploded in size and turned into a sea of fire, turning the entire sky red.
It looks extremely spectacular. Although it cannot burn all things, it can still easily turn away the corpses of the monks of the Cultivation Alliance.
It came and went as quickly as it came. In just a few breaths, the sea of fire disappeared, and even the temperature dropped again. The sky was as clear as day, and the chirping of birds reached my ears from time to time. From the outside, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
Happened.
The monks of the Medical Fu Sect were stunned. Even Murong Xingyun's face was full of horror. She said to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Senior Yuwen, they are the envoys of the Cultivation Alliance. If you eliminate them, you are not afraid of doing it for yourself."
It will bring disaster."
"A big disaster?" A cold smile appeared on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth: "God knows this, and you know it and I know it. Even if the leader of the Cultivation Alliance has unparalleled magical powers, how could he know that his subordinates will die in our hands?
Letting them go back and talk nonsense will bring disaster. Why is it that Madam is doubting my judgment?"
"Of course not. How dare I have such a disrespectful attitude? I'm just worried about what might happen. Since senior thinks it's safe to do this, I naturally have no objection at all." Murong Xingyun said in a hurried and obedient manner.
"Well, of course it's great that you think so. What, the Medical Fu Sect is already ready to evacuate." Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
"Respecting the instructions of senior, all things have been packed up. As long as senior gives orders, you can leave here at any time." Although Murong Xingyun's cultivation is not worth mentioning, he still handles things very reliably.
"In this case, it is better to do it sooner rather than later, so as not to prolong the long nights and dream. Now that the war between the two races has begun, God knows when the war will spread here." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"What, the war has already started, how come I don't know about it?" Murong Xingyun said with a look of surprise on his face.
"Of course you don't know. I rushed here as fast as possible. The news hasn't spread yet. Let's talk about the details slowly. Let's leave the place where this is and what is wrong first." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Yes, I will go and gather my disciples right away. Please wait for a moment, senior." Murong Xingyun Yingying Yifu, after receiving Yuwen Zhouyuan's permission, turned into a startling rainbow and flew to the depths of Yuntai Island.
"Die'er, you go help mother gather the disciples. E'er, you stay here." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the two girls.
"It's Master." When the two girls heard Yu Wen Zhouyuan's instructions, they felt a little curious, but naturally they would not get to the bottom of it. They smiled coquettishly and bowed, and Murong Die followed her mother and flew away like the chief rudder, while Murong Die
E stayed where she was obediently.
The little girl blinked her big eyes and quietly looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan's face. She respected and loved her master but was also afraid of her. Her elder sister had gone to help her mother, but she was allowed to stay here. Why?
Could it be that there was something wrong with her or something she had done wrong? She felt uneasy, but her master didn't speak, so naturally she didn't dare to ask questions.
As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. In other places, most of the immortal cultivators may be selfish, but in the Yifu Sect, the education from an early age is to respect the teacher.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a fancy to this, otherwise no matter how good the qualifications of the two girls are, he would never think of accepting an apprentice. It is very stupid to have a white-eyed wolf. To accept an apprentice, of course he must respect himself and be obedient.
As for low cultivation level, it is not a problem. As long as they are willing to work hard and throw in a lot of pills, they will improve very quickly.
"E'er." Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't pay attention to the little girl's face, and said with an indifferent expression.
"Master, what are your instructions?" Murong'e asked hurriedly.
"It's nothing, it's just that during this trip, by chance, I found a treasure that suits you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile, and then flicked his sleeves, and the Tianyinhan Ice Sword appeared in his palm, with nine handles in total.
There are many, all of them are flashing with cold light, and there is a faint clear sound. At first glance, they are extremely psychic treasures.
Murong'e's attention was suddenly attracted, and she exclaimed: "The best spiritual weapon."
"Yes, and among the best spiritual weapons, it is also the best. Not only does it coincide with your spiritual root attributes, but the most rare thing is that this treasure comes in a complete set." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile.
Although this thing cannot be compared with Die'er's Yundian Leiluan Wings, it is definitely a dream item for low-level immortal cultivators. After all, if it can attract my attention, how can it be trash?
"Thank you, Master." Murong'e originally thought that she had done something wrong and was going to be punished, but she didn't expect that it was Master who gave her a treasure. You can imagine the joy in her heart. The smile on her face was like sunshine, and even more like flowers blooming.
Time is so bright and indescribable. When Yu Wen Zhouyuan saw this scene, he sighed, and in the depths of his eyes, a bit of longing and sadness flashed through.
It has been a while since I returned to Dongzhou Divine Realm. Where are Nangong Dai and Bai Suya, and when will they be reunited? I really miss their innocent smiles.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but think of Dongfang Hancuilai who was swallowed by the black hole in order not to hinder him in the cultivation world of Ascension Taihuang Mountain.
When thinking of Dongfang Hancui, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but touch his forehead with his hand, because the Acacia Seal cast by Dongfang Hancui still existed.
The presence of the lovesickness mark means that the person who performed the spell is still alive in the world, otherwise the mark would have been turned into nothingness, but where are you now, Sister Hancui?
Murong'e didn't know about Yuwen Zhouyuan's sorrow. At this time, the little girl was happily injecting magic power into the spiritual weapon.
"Buzz..." A clear ringing sound passed into the ears. That day, the Yinhan Ice Sword swelled in the wind. Each handle was like autumn water. The girl stretched out her jade hand, held the mother sword, and shook it gently.
The sword moved at will, transforming into a heart-stopping cold light, accompanied by white mist, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop suddenly.
"Quiet!" Then Murong'e pointed, and the spiritual sword transformed into a spiritual snake and a python.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on Murong Die's forehead. She was panting. This was due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy. After all, she was only an immortal cultivator in the late stage of Zhenqi, but it was already good to have achieved such an achievement.
, in just half a year after becoming a disciple of Yuwen Zhouyuan, his cultivation has improved a lot.
This was something that I would have never dared to think about before. To cultivate an immortal, in addition to spiritual roots and hard work, all you need is resources.
Murong E flicked her jade hand and put the spiritual weapon into her arms, and then bowed to Yuwen Zhouyuan. Her beautiful face was full of gratitude and said: "Thank you Master for your kindness. E'er will work hard to practice and will never let him down."
You expect."
"Okay, no need to be polite." Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand to support him, and then he saw the sky on the left, a rainbow rising, and various colorful lights appearing in his sight.
Yuwen Zhouyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the distance was still far away, with his eyesight, he could still see clearly. The leader was a beautiful woman in palace attire, none other than Murong Xingyun.
"Senior, I have kept you waiting for a long time. Our disciples are all here. Do you think we can evacuate now?" Murong Xingyun stepped forward and said.
"Of course." A smile appeared on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, and then he stretched out his hand and patted his waist with a flash of light, and a spiritual boat appeared silently in front of him.
It is about twenty feet long. It is said to be a spiritual boat, but its style is quite similar to ancient warships. The boat is streamlined, with carved beams and painted beams, and the attic above is divided into three floors.
In terms of size, it is not worth mentioning compared to warships, but the Medical Fu Sect has long since declined and is now a small sect with only four to five hundred people. This spiritual boat is more than enough to move the entire group.
Among them, except for Murong Xingyun, who is in the real-life stage, most of the other disciples are just monks in the Zhenyuan stage, and the younger ones are even shallower in cultivation. Even if they are novices in Zhenqi, even if they are used as cannon fodder, to be fair, they are more or less useless.
Some are not qualified.
The disciples of the Medical Fu Sect also know this well. When a conflict breaks out with the Hai Clan, most of them will escape death. Being able to leave here is all thanks to the kindness of Senior Yuwen. Their expressions when they look at Yuwen Zhouyuan are full of gratitude.