Ling Luo's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.
A surge of anger instantly rose.
"But if we don't go down, Master Yu's life will probably end right now. Doesn't that matter?"
Compared with a person's life, a year and a half of cultivation is nothing, especially for Nascent Soul cultivators like them who can live for thousands of years, it is just a snap of the finger.
"You are so impudent that you dare to be disrespectful to me!" Venerable Kexin immediately became angry, "You, a junior in the early stages of foundation building, dare to talk so shamelessly here. If you have the ability, jump down yourself!"
Ling Luo took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anger.
She has finally seen through these sanctimonious Nascent Soul cultivators.
They didn't really want to save Yu at all, they were just four decorations, just showing off and trying to keep their mouths shut.
"Just jump."
Ling Luo took a few steps forward, passed between Master Huangdao and Master Kexin, stared at the huge blue-purple Yinhanguang plant, and bit his lips.
The moment she lowered her head, she vaguely saw that under the ten-meter wide spiritual eye, there was a huge bottomless hole, like a monster in the dark night, mercilessly trying to swallow everything.
"Oh, today's juniors just like to speak loudly and have high ambitions but low abilities..."
The sarcastic and mocking voice of Taoist Kexin stopped suddenly, as if he had been choked.
He widened his eyes and stared at the stunningly beautiful woman, then jumped down.
"Ling Yatou!"
Xuanyuan Dan screamed and rushed to the spiritual eye, looking at her falling body in disbelief.
"Master Kexin, you...how could you?"
Xuanyuan Dan looked at Venerable Kexin with a look of grief and anger, his body shaking like chaff.
"Even if Ling Yatou is wrong to contradict you, you can't force her to die!"
An uncomfortable expression flashed across Taoist Kexin's face, and his eyes averted.
A look of reproach flashed across the face of Master Huang Dao, and he said in a deep voice: "Ke Xin, that girl has no fault at all, and she is burdened with the fire of the innate stars. Oh, what a pity."
Taoist Ke Xin's eyes flashed with a sinister look.
He felt very embarrassed.
"Kexin, the three of you, go and invite Sect Master Que and Deputy Sect Master Lin, and tell them that Master Yu lost his power and fell into the spiritual eye, narrowly avoiding death." Venerable Huang Dao had a skinny face and a slightly hoarse voice, "As for the Xuanyuan Pill,
You stay with me and guard this Jueyin Spiritual Eye."
"Yes, disciple, I obey."
Xuanyuan Dan looked sad, lowered his head, and sat down next to Lingyan.
What should I do?
The probability of Ling Yatou's death is over 90%.
How should he explain to Qingli when he goes back?
Venerable Ke Xin and other three Nascent Soul stage monks bowed respectfully to Venerable Huang Dao, then exited the Ice Palace, left Hanyin Island, and headed towards the largest island in the center of the Moon Covering Sect.
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Ling Luo's body fell rapidly.
The whistling wind sounded in my ears.
The cold and cold air in the spiritual eye was particularly strong, like a knife being scraped on the face.
A layer of crystal frost and snow has already formed on Ling Luo's distant eyebrows.
Her lips were purple and kept falling.
She didn't know whether she was frozen stupid or something else, but she always felt that the gravity inside the spiritual eye was extremely strong, and the falling speed was so fast that it was terrifying.
If the heart in her chest had not been replaced by a lifeless crystal of divine origin, she would have died suddenly because she could no longer bear the burden on her heart.