When Xiaobai carried the unconscious Xie Heng back to Ningbi Cliff, the entire Qingyang Palace was alarmed.
Master Mingyu looked at the unconscious Xie Heng in front of him, walked over to Xie Heng's bed, and began to feel his pulse.
Donghua and Qingmu looked at the pale Xie Heng on the bed, their eyes full of worry. They asked their master in a low voice:
"Master, how is your uncle? Will he die?"
Xiaobai on the side rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"What are you two talking nonsense about? Although we usually have a good relationship, if you curse my little Taoist master like this, I will be angry."
Hearing what Xiaobai said, the two little guys' eyes lit up.
"Oh? Xiaobai, you said that Uncle Master will not die, right?"
These words made Xiaobai so angry that he turned away and ignored these two little idiots.
"Okay, let's all go out and let Mr. Xie Daoyou rest."
"Xie Daoyou took the Kunlun Spirit Pill. The reason why he fell into coma is because the spirit pill was repairing the injuries in his body."
"Really, Master?"
The two little guys pulled their master to the left and right, and kept asking.
As a few people left, the courtyard finally became quiet, with only Xiaobai waiting outside the courtyard.
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East China Sea.
Above the vast East China Sea, with thousands of miles of blue waves, a white cloud flashed past. It was Nangong Lingyue and Yan Zhixue.
"Sister, are you really planning to reopen the avenue in this catastrophe of transformation? Isn't it too dangerous to do so? If you are not careful, you will die."
Facing Yan Zhixue's worries, Nangong Lingyue seemed to have known this question for a long time and said calmly:
"Sister, do you know what we practice for?"
Yan Zhixue didn't seem to expect that Nangong Lingyue would ask such a question, and blurted out:
"Practice is of course for the purpose of transcendence and immortality."
"Haha, yes, for the sake of immortality. But throughout the ages, do you know how many of our demon tribe have truly achieved immortality and transcendence?"
Hearing Nangong Lingyue's question, Yan Zhixue didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Since ancient times, over millions of years, how many of our demon clan have truly attained immortality?"
Nangong Lingyue said calmly.
"What do you think is my sister's chance of winning this catastrophe of transformation? Even with the help of the king, it's less than 50%."
Looking at Nangong Lingyue's calm expression, it seemed that she was talking about an insignificant thing, not her life or death. Yan Zhixue looked at the other person's expression and said curiously:
"Sister, since this tribulation is so dangerous, let's tell the king directly and ask the king to arrange more elders to protect you. Why, why?"
"Why would you ask Kunlun disciples for help?"
Seeing Yan Zhixue hesitate to speak, Nangong Lingyue said angrily.
"You girl, just ask whatever you want to know. Is there anything between us sisters that we can't say or ask?"
After saying that, he tapped Yan Zhixue's forehead again.
"Yeah, I understand. Why do you keep hitting me on the forehead? My little sister just wants to know why she asked that boy from Kunlun for help?"
"His cultivation level is not as good as yours, sister?"
Yan Zhixue asked, covering her forehead with aggrieved face.
"I just have a hunch that he might be able to help me when I'm going through a tribulation. As for the rest..."
"What else?"
Nangong Lingyue was silent. The strange movement of the magic whip during the fight came to mind, so much so that she had to put it away. At the same time, she secretly thought about the reason for this.
Just when Yan Zhixue wanted to ask something more, suddenly, Nangong Lingyue pointed to a deserted island not far ahead and said with a smile:
"Sister, look quickly. There is the small island ahead. We are here."
Yan Zhixue heard the words and looked in the direction directed, and a small island about ten miles in radius came into view. Carefully sensing the fluctuations of the energy of heaven and earth around her, she sighed:
"Sister, you are really lucky. This island has gathered water energy with a radius of thousands of miles. There must be spiritual veins gathering underground to achieve this situation. I didn't expect that there is such a blessed land in the East China Sea, and it has not been occupied by people from Penglai."
"Silly girl, do you really think that people in Penglai have never thought this way?"
Nangong Lingyue shook her head and smiled.
"Let's go down quickly."
After saying that, he first moved toward the island below.
Looking at Nangong Lingyue's falling figure, Yan Zhixue rolled her eyes and followed her.
Nangong Lingyue looked at the island with a radius of less than ten miles, surrounded by rugged rocks and towering trees. She couldn't help but feel more and more satisfied. Then she waved her hand and took out the formation materials from the mustard seeds and dropped them in a special position.
Upon seeing this, Yan Zhixue understood that her sister was setting up defense and concealment formations, and took out all the formation materials from her mustard seeds.
After a while, the formation materials in the hands of the two women were almost exhausted, and the two formations were finally completed.
"Sister, I plan to use this island as a temporary dojo. My catastrophe is coming. I must polish my cultivation power to a round shape to have any hope of surviving this catastrophe."
Nangong Lingyue saluted Yan Zhixue and said:
"Sister, starting from today, I have to prepare to go into seclusion, and I have to trouble my sister to help me protect my path during this time. I would like to thank my sister in advance."
Yan Zhixue said hurriedly:
"What did my sister say? You and I have a deep friendship. Now is the critical time for my sister's practice. How can I sit idly by and do nothing? Sister, please rest assured that during my sister's retreat, my sister will definitely stay on this island and will never go out."
, just waiting for my sister to come out of seclusion."
Nangong Lingyue was moved and said:
"Well then thank you sister."
After saying that, he walked towards the depths of the island.
Looking at Nangong Lingyue's leaving figure, I thought to myself that when she appears again, she will probably shock the entire wilderness. I don't know how invincible she will be by then.
Yan Zhixue thought of this and immediately activated the formation on the island.
I saw a sudden heavy fog rising out of thin air on the island, but it used the formation to gather all the power of the earth veins under the island, causing the water element energy to surge, filling the entire spirit guide formation, and at the same time, with the help of the escaping energy
The spiritual power of the earth's veins stimulated the operation of the concealment formation, and the entire island suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if there had never been an island.
Imperial Capital, in the imperial study room of the Imperial Palace of the Dayu Empire.
Emperor Wenxuan, who was over fifty years old and dressed in elegant robes, was sitting upright, looking at the Three Thousand Miles Urgent Memorial sent by Shangguan Yun, his brows slightly furrowed into the character "Sichuan".
Emperor Wenxuan said in a low voice to the eunuch accompanying him:
"Showing off at the Imperial Ancestral Temple."
The Imperial Ancestral Temple of the Dayu Empire is located on the right side of the palace. It has three walls, all with yellow glazed tile roofs and red walls. The main buildings within the walls face north and south, with the front hall, middle hall, and back hall as the main ones.
The emperor's chariot was parked not far from the front hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Emperor Wenxuan stepped down from the chariot and waved:
"You all go down, I will go in alone."
The tablets of the emperors of the Dayu Empire are quietly enshrined in the front hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. But for some reason, the tablet of Emperor Taizu of the Dayu Empire is not at the top.
Emperor Wenxuan walked to the tablet and inserted the sandalwood in his hand into the incense burner. Looking at the tablet, Emperor Wenxuan wondered what he was thinking. Then he walked straight to the door of the apse and slowly knelt down on the ground.
"Unfilial descendant, Xuanyuan He, asks to see my ancestor."
If other people saw this scene, their jaws would definitely drop. When Emperor Wenxuan said this, it was even more shocking.
Squeak~ After a long time, the heavy door of the apse finally opened.
"Why are you here again?"
The person who walked out of the back hall turned out to be Xuanyuan Ling. At this time, Xuanyuan Ling was full of boredom. He looked at Emperor Wenxuan kneeling in front of the door and said impatiently:
"Get up. What's the matter with us this time?"
Emperor Wenxuan stood aside, bowed slightly and said:
"Reporting to the Sixth Patriarch, an urgent memorial was sent from Shangguanyun in Western Sichuan from three thousand miles away, saying that a demon clan appeared in Jinguan City."
"Monster clan?"
Hearing the word "monster clan", Xuanyuan Ling suddenly turned around, the impatience on his face disappeared, replaced by solemnity.
"How come there are monsters in Jinguan City? Are they from Qingqiu Mountain or some other place?"
Looking at Xuanyuan Ling's serious expression, Emperor Wenxuan couldn't help but bend down and said cautiously:
"According to what Sun'er learned, the one who appeared this time should be the demon clan from Qingqiu Mountain."
"Humph, Qingqiu Mountain."
As Xuanyuan Ling snorted coldly, the temperature of the entire apse dropped suddenly, and Emperor Wenxuan's hair stood on end.
"I never expected that these monsters would dare to appear in the wild world."
"What happened next?"
Looking at Emperor Wenxuan who was bowing his head, Xuanyuan Ling calmed his mind while waving his long sleeves, and asked calmly.
Emperor Wenxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, calmed down and said:
"Then there was a fight with the immortal cultivators from Kunlun Mountain in Jinguan City. Not long after, both parties disappeared."
Emperor Wenxuan glanced at Xuanyuan Ling's expression and continued.
"Later, the immortal cultivators from Kunlun seemed to have been injured and returned to Qingyang Palace. As for the other demon clan, they never appeared again."
"Do you know the final result of the battle between the two sides?"
"My grandson doesn't know this."
As Emperor Wenxuan's words fell, there was silence in the back hall. Just when Emperor Wenxuan was on the verge of collapse, Xuanyuan Ling spoke slowly:
"Okay, I know."
Xuanyuan Ling turned around and looked at the crumbling descendants with gray hair on their temples. He could not help but frown slightly and said:
"You're not too young either, so you'd better decide on a prince as soon as possible."
After Xuanyuan Ling finished speaking, he continued.
"You can come to my place when you have time in the future."
After hearing Xuanyuan Ling's words, Emperor Wenxuan could not help but be overjoyed. He knelt down excitedly and kowtowed:
"My grandson, thank you Sixth Patriarch for your mercy. My grandson will definitely choose a candidate for the crown prince as soon as possible."
Looking at the excited Emperor Wenxuan, Xuanyuan Ling nodded and said:
"You must be careful when choosing a prince. This is a major matter that affects thousands of people. If you have nothing else to do, just go back."
"Yes, yes, my grandson will definitely choose the prince seriously. My grandson will resign."
Seeing Emperor Wenxuan's leaving figure, Xuanyuan Ling couldn't help but shook his head, smiled, turned around and disappeared into the back hall. He kept mumbling:
"Monster clan, demon clan."
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Qingqiu Mountain, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons in Xingyue Cave.
Located deep in Luzhou, Beiju. The Xingyue Cave on the top of the mountain is where the demon clan gathers for practice. A full moon hangs on the dome of the cave, surrounded by stars, as if worshiping. The most peculiar thing is that
Yes, no matter where you are in the cave sky, the full moon seems to be always above your head and never moves.
In the center of the cave, a large palace made entirely of stone was half-suspended in the air, surrounded by a dense white mist that made the entire palace seem ethereal.
Suddenly, a stream of light fell on the square of the palace. When I looked closely, I saw a figure about eight feet tall, bare-chested and as strong as an ox. It turned out to be the bullmastiff, the leader of the Kui Niu clan.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
The sound of an urn echoed in the stone hall.
"Niu Mastiff, you take several other elders from the country to the East China Sea. In two years' time, that girl Ling Yue will undergo the catastrophe of transformation. Go and protect his path."
A lazy female voice came from the throne on the nine steps of the main hall.
This is Nangong Linglong, the contemporary leader of Qingqiu's Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom. But he didn't expect that he was a woman.
"Oh, Her Royal Highness the Princess is about to overcome the tribulation, so quickly? She is indeed the genius of Qingqiu Mountain who only meets once in a thousand years. Lord, since she is about to overcome the tribulation, why did Her Royal Highness the Princess run to the East China Sea instead of returning to Qingqiu?"
The bullmastiff asked doubtfully.
"You will know the specific situation when you arrive. This is the place where Ling Yue will go through the tribulation."
The Lord of Qingqiu raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of spiritual light penetrated into the chaotic sea of consciousness of the bullmastiff.
After receiving the spiritual light, the bullmastiff asked:
"Your Majesty, the East China Sea belongs to Penglai after all. If people from Penglai intervene at that time, what should we do?"
"Hmph, if the people in Penglai really dare to stretch out their claws, then you will all be cut off by the master of the country."
"Remember, you must not degrade the majesty of my Qingqiu."