Wu Yi immediately let go and threw the white crane down, holding his head and rolling on the Yuandu Bridge, groaning.
He tried his best to force the foreign object out of his brain, only to find another small needle.
It turned out that he was not dazzled just now.
Sure enough, there are two small needles!
Damn lowly human beings who still resort to tricks and deceit before they die.
Perhaps he felt that his majestic tenth-level demon had been harmed by a golden elixir monk, which made Wu Yi feel even more annoyed.
He wanted to cut Yun Ling into pieces with a thousand knives, but found that she had long since sunk into the sea of delusion and disappeared.
He recalled the blood chakra, stroked the blade with his fingertips, feeling Yun Ling's fresh blood on it, and showed a sinister smile.
The body of the golden elixir was killed by his all-out blow, and was slashed by his blood chakra, leaving it lifeless. The water of the sea of wanna can not only confuse people's hearts, but can also dissolve all living things.
Having no bones left is the best fate for this bitch!
If there is no proof of death, the young master cannot easily doubt him!
He raised his eyes and looked at the two Buddhist cultivators walking in the distance, then disappeared and left quickly.
Two disciples from Chonghua Temple gradually approached, one tall and one short. If Yun Ling were present, he would definitely recognize these two disciples who were guarding the teleportation formation from Chonghua Temple.
"Brother, are you feeling wrong? We disciples of Chonghua Temple will not fight on this Yuandu Bridge. If the elders of the temple know about it, they will not be able to avoid a punishment!" said the short disciple.
"What if disciples from other sects cause trouble here?" the tall Buddhist cultivator said hesitantly.
"Senior brother, other monks will not come to our Chonghua Temple, let alone cause trouble on this sea of delusion. I think we should go back quickly, the water of this sea of delusion makes me dizzy."
"Okay, I'm afraid I really saw it wrong... Hey, why is there a white bird lying here?"
"This seems to be a white crane, but it seems to be dead, right? Could it be that the water of the sea dazzled it and accidentally fell down and touched the pillar?"
The tall Buddhist cultivator touched the white crane's heart, and there was still warmth. "It's just an ordinary little crane, not a big monster. I think it still has breath. Let's take it back and raise it. If it's alive,
It also adds some life to our meditation room."
The short Buddhist cultivator nodded: "It's okay, we still have to guard the teleportation array for a year. In the past, it was really boring just the two of us."
Baili Xiaoran was practicing sword practice in the Sword Sect's tent.
As a gust of wind blew in, he looked up at the entrance of the tent.
A white-haired swordsman walked slowly inside, his expression seemed to be somewhat happy.
"Dad, you have been out secretly for two days, but you have returned to Jianzong?" Baili Xiaoran finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.
Small-scale wars are ongoing between Long You spiritual cultivator and Xihuang demon cultivator, and a large-scale war may be imminent. The eight major sects have issued orders that high-level monks cannot leave the camp easily to prevent sneak attacks by demon cultivators, and they can also do so at any time.
Be prepared to take action.
As the main force of the Sword Sect, his father asked him to guard the camp and secretly went out for two days, which really made him a little worried.
Baili Shengyun smiled and took out something from the storage ring: "Xiao'er, look."
"Wannian Yanfeng! Dad wants to make a magic weapon for Ling'er?" Baili Xiaoran asked in surprise.
Baili Shengyun nodded, feeling very proud, "Ling'er has the wind spirit root, and she has conquered the fire spirit bead and practiced the Chilan sword manual. I have long wanted to find a suitable sword for her, but the wind and fire are the same.
There are too few spiritual objects, and I have never found the right one.
When I was chasing the black bear demon some time ago, I accidentally discovered a large piece of Yan Hefeng. This Yan Hefeng has wind, fire and aura, and with some East China Sea iron, it can forge a good sword. So,
I went to try my luck in the past two days. Unexpectedly, I actually found a few plants that were of good vintage."
"Then I'll thank dad for Ling'er first." Baili Xiaoran smiled and joked: "The disciples on the peak all say that dad's forging skills are extremely good. Now that Ling'er has a sword, I don't know why I am the elder brother.
Is there ever a time when I can get such a handful?"
"You kid! Isn't it good that the boundless falling wood that my senior brother forged for you is not good?"
The father and son were chatting first when another person came to the door of the tent.
"Master!" Baili Xiaoran saluted.
"Master." Baili Shengyun greeted.
Both of them follow the seniority of Master Mingli.
The person who came was none other than Zhenjun Qingwei.
She glanced at the father and son with a complicated expression, remained silent for a while, and finally said: "Xiao'er, please go out first, your father and I have something to say."
"yes."
After Baili Xiaoran left, Baili Shengyun hurriedly asked, "Master, what is the purpose of coming here?"
Although True Lord Qingwei is Mingli's master, Mingli is no longer there, and they are not close relatives' masters and disciples, and they are True Lord Yuanying who holds a high position. After all, there is some gap.
He would not easily nag True Lord Qingwei, and True Lord Qingwei would not talk to him for no reason.
Zhenjun Qingwei was silent for a while, then he opened his lips and said: "Now that I, Long You, am about to fight against Xihuang, I shouldn't have told you. But after all, you are Ling'er's relative, and I really can't worry about it.
I want to find a solution with you."
When Baili Shengyun heard this, his heart trembled, and he said, "What's wrong with Ling'er? Master, please speak clearly."
Qingwei Zhenjun sighed and took out something from the storage ring: "This is sent by someone from Mingying."
A square jade tablet with essence and blood was cracked with a deep groove.
Baili Shengyun took it with trembling hands and paused before asking: "But he was seriously injured?"
Zhenjun Qingwei shook his head and said helplessly: "If she is injured, it's okay, just find some elixir. But... she can't be found, and there is no response after countless calls...
We also sent people to look for him near Jian Zong and Chonghua Temple, but he was still nowhere to be found... His whereabouts are now unknown."
Baili Shengyun swayed, and after a long time he said numbly: "I'm afraid he's injured and hiding somewhere, I'll look for him."
He raised his feet and walked outside the big tent.
Isn’t it just a crack? It doesn’t matter. If a person is still alive, he must still be alive. As long as he is alive, he is good as long as he is alive!
"Sheng Yun, this Longji battlefield..." Zhenjun Qingwei stopped him.
"Master, don't stop me." Baili Shengyun planned for her and whispered: "I have already lost Li'er, and I must not lose Ling'er. What about the Longji battlefield, what about the demon cultivators in the Western Wilderness, if Ling'er didn't want to
If you want to find someone, you have to get the eternal astrolabe or the spiritual key to the sky, and I won’t waste time here with these demon cultivators.”
"If anything happens to her, it doesn't matter if the way to heaven cannot be opened."
What an eternal astrolabe, he will crush it into powder!
His tone was light, but anyone could feel the sonorous power in it.
Zhenjun Qingwei shook his head: "If I wanted to stop you, I wouldn't have told you about this just now. I called you because I wanted to tell you that I will try my best to protect you as a disciple of the Sword Sect on the Longji battlefield, and you also
You must promise me that you must find him back for me!"
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