But before she could finish speaking, Mu Yingluo's weak voice came out again.
"Don't worry, Mr. He. Although my physical Nascent Soul has been destroyed, fortunately, I only have one last step left in the cultivation of the second Nascent Soul. Now with the help of this treasure from fellow Daoist Su, my spiritual consciousness will never be lost."
"It is a blessing in disguise that I have absorbed part of the essence. But for a long time to come, I will still need to rely on the power of fellow Daoist Su. As long as my spiritual consciousness is restored, I can condense it into the second Nascent Soul."
"At that time, I will use the body of the Nascent Soul to walk the path of the Sanxian. I would like to trouble He Laoyi to bring this news back to me, so as not to worry my father."
The worry on Mr. He's face did not diminish, but he nodded slightly and said: "Don't worry, Miss, I know what to do."
Seeing this, Mu Yingluo's weak spirit nodded slightly and disappeared into the cracked sandalwood beads again, disappearing without a trace.
And Mr. He's eyes fell on Su Twelve Nascent Soul, "Little friend Su, I have offended you many times before, and I hope you can forgive me. From now on, my young lady will be entrusted to you for the time being."
The way to become a loose immortal...?
How is it different from the way of cultivating immortals?
Listening to the information revealed in Mu Yingluo's words, Su Twelve's thoughts moved slightly. He had never heard of the way of dispersing immortals, but he was related to immortals and knew that it was definitely good.
But at the current situation, I just thought about it secretly and didn't ask any questions out loud.
It wasn't until He Lao's voice came that he came back to his senses.
"Senior, don't worry, with Su here, nothing will happen to Miss Mu!"
Su Twelve cupped his hands and clasped his fists, vowed, and agreed to Mr. He's request.
Regardless of the reason why Mu Yingluo was able to keep a ray of spiritual consciousness alive, it was not a problem to help the other party recover without affecting her own cultivation.
First, it can be used to make the Donghai Mu family owe a favor.
Secondly, he still had many doubts in his mind, and he was waiting for Mu Yingluo to help answer them.
With his thoughts turning secretly, Su Twelve changed the subject and continued speaking.
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"However, our sect is currently under siege by two major forces, the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sinful Path. We are in danger. We hope that our seniors can lend a helping hand."
"Don't worry! I know what to do. If you dare to scheme against the Donghai Mu family, you will have to bear the consequences."
Mr. He's face turned gloomy, and he turned his head and looked at Feng Heyu and others again.
The moment Mu Yingluo's spirit body emerged, the expressions on the group's faces turned extremely ugly.
Especially the leader, Feng Heyu, was trembling with fear. She couldn't believe that Mu Yingluo, who was thought to be dead, actually had a ray of spiritual consciousness preserved.
And this... also means that the Holy Spirit Church's plan has completely failed, and it is even possible that it may have shot itself in the foot.
After all, even if the He Lao attacks indiscriminately, if everyone joins forces, they can persist longer than Su Twelve's Nascent Soul and have a better chance of escaping.
But if you are targeted by a being in the half-step out-of-body stage, the situation is completely different.
However, the group did not have to think about it for too long.
As He Lao finished speaking, the sword light hovering in the air flashed. This time, it was aimed at the eleven Nascent Souls from both the Holy Spirit Sect and the Sinful Path.
Under the light of the sword, everyone with extremely ugly expressions was forced to join forces and use their true energy to resist.
But the sky was full of sword light, but it swept across like a tide, and each wave became stronger than the last.
Everyone joined forces to resist, but without the help of formations, they relied entirely on their own skills. The true energy, demonic energy, and ghost energy in their bodies were being consumed at an alarming rate and crazily.
However, in the blink of an eye, the group's faces turned pale, their auras plummeted, and they were already at the end of their strength.
He Lao's face did not change, he sensed an opportunity to take advantage of it
, murderous intent sprang up in his eyes, and the scimitar hovering in mid-air in front of him began to tremble violently.
But before his forceful move could be formed, another terrifying explosion came from outside the mountain gate in the distance.
The majestic archway building standing at the foot of the mountain, and the outermost peak, were directly torn apart by the explosion.
Amidst the splashing sand and rocks in the sky, there were three huge auras in the distance, one of which obviously dropped a lot.
"No, it's the sect leader. He's one against two, and he can't hold on any longer!"
Shen Luoyan was the first to react and exclaimed, his eyes quickly falling on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul.
Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on Mr. He, who was about to make a move.
"Senior!" ??
"Don't worry, I know what to do!"
Mr. He also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not bother to target Feng Heyu and others.
With a wave of his hand and a flick of his sleeves, his figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot out quickly. With a snap of his fingers, he was already outside the gate of Yunge Sect.
The figure of Mr. He disappeared from sight, and Feng Heyu and his party suddenly felt the pressure drop suddenly. Their auras were much weaker, but after a quick exchange of glances, they did not leave in a hurry.
"Fellow Taoists, the Donghai Mu family has been held back, and only Su Twelve Nascent Soul is left in front of us with the strength to fight. Seize the time to capture him, and then destroy his body. Our plan for this trip will not be considered a failure."
"Otherwise, if it turns out to be nothing, no one will be able to explain it afterwards!"
Feng Heyu was the first to speak, with a calm expression on her face. When she looked at Su Twelve Nascent Soul, the anger in her eyes surged at an alarming speed.
As his voice sounded, the eyes of the surrounding companions also focused on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul.
No one said anything more, but the cold light in their eyes was enough to explain their respective attitudes.
It is naturally clear that this is
Best opportunity.
"Junior Brother Su, be careful!"
Shen Luoyan's face was solemn, and with a sway, he came to the side of Su Twelve Nascent Soul and stood ready.
Su Ye and Zhu Hanwei in the rear were seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.
Thinking of having to rely on herself and Su Twelve to face so many Yuan Ying monks together, her face showed no expression, but her heart was filled with sadness.
"Senior Sister Shen, their internal skills have just been consumed a lot. We don't have to fight with them. As long as we delay the time, until the refining of the natal magic weapon is completed, they will die."
Su Twelve whispered, feeling relatively calm.
The power in the sandalwood beads was completely exhausted, greatly reducing the strength that his Nascent Soul could exert. However, the group of people in front of him were not in their prime either.
Delaying time does not mean there is no chance.
Shen Luoyan nodded slightly and deeply agreed with Su Twelve's proposal.
"Do you want to delay the situation? Let's see which side can't hold on first."
Feng Heyu sneered.
As he said that, the demonic energy in his body increased again, and he stared at Su Twelve fiercely, taking the lead and taking action against Su Twelve first.
But at this moment.
"Ah... Du Ziwen, you... you..."
Among the Holy Spirit Cult monks, Nascent Soul monk named Feng Yuanxiu let out a shrill scream.
In the abdomen of his body, a flying sword pierced through his body, shattered his Dantian small universe, and destroyed the Nascent Soul within it.
Turning his head and looking at his companions in disbelief, Feng Yuanxiu was filled with horror.
But before he finished speaking, the vitality in his body was cut off. As the flying sword was pulled away, only his body fell to the ground. The storage bag and other treasures on his body were taken by the monk named Du Ziwen.