As night fell, on the Qingyu Mountain martial arts field, thirty-six Tianlong Mountain disciples and elders fell to the ground in a state of exhaustion. They had lost their Dantian and could no longer practice. After three days of not eating or drinking, their bodies were damaged.
The injuries left them with no strength to stand up.
Three Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Ice Sect sat on the ground. They had no grace at all. Apart from the venue, there was nothing else here. Their cultivation was sealed. They could stand for a whole day and their backs and legs would ache. However,
But I couldn't bear to stand all the time.
The mountain protection formation is activated, and Qingyu Mountain, which is close to the Shiwanda Mountain, is not very peaceful. After a month of recuperation in the surrounding destroyed mountains and forests, the birds and beasts return to their nests again, and continue to thrive. The entire Qingyu Mountain is protected by the mountain protection formation.
It's airtight underneath, blocking out the cold wind from the outside world, and the atmosphere in the martial arts arena isn't that bad.
The Qingyu Mountain disciples were divided into several teams and took turns to watch over these people on the martial arts field.
In the early morning, the first red light from the east rose, and the book belonged to the Shiwanda Mountain. In the direction of the Shiwandashan, the golden barrier fragilely resisted the ravages and attacks of the monsters.
Qing Ling stood on top of the protective formation of Qingyu Mountain, looking at the Shiwan Mountain with distant thoughts. She stepped on the Dragon Spirit Sword, and on her left shoulder a golden four-legged snake curled up lazily. On her right
, an eight or nine-year-old red-haired boy was also looking into the distance with Qing Ling attentively.
At this time, Feng Xuanhuang looked a few years older than he had a few days ago. This change made him finally let go of his worries. He estimated that it would take another month or two for his strength to recover.
In time, you will regain your full strength.
It has been three days since Qingling's first disciple Youying went to Shiwanda Mountain. An eleven-year-old girl who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir had been away for a long time and had not come back, which made Qingling a little worried.
The monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are so ferocious that they are not weak even in the outermost areas. I hope she won't be too stupid and go deeper.
The wanton breeze floated away in the sky with countless messages. As the faint breath came, Qing Ling's solemn face finally showed its face.
"She's back."
Before even seeing Youying's figure, a strong evil aura was sensed by Qing Ling first. In these three days, Youying killed countless monsters, and the evil aura on her body was not as strong as usual.
"Little Qingling, you are not so easy to cultivate as a disciple." Feng Xuanhuang's voice sounded faintly from the side, telling what Qingling was also worried about. The evil spirit in Youying's body has been deeply rooted, and she has become a
Because of her origin, her cultivation path is completely different from other cultivators.
Even if Qingling can use the power of elixirs to cleanse the bloodthirsty murderous intention in Youying's heart, once Youying herself does not have a firm will, this method will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
"This apprentice is someone I value, and her achievements will be no less than mine in the future."
If this kind of words were heard in other people's ears, they would definitely have an arrogant meaning. But when Qing Ling said it and Feng Xuanhuang heard it, the meaning immediately changed and became so credible.
"Xiao Qingling, you want to become stronger, gather forces, and cultivate teams everywhere, is it to protect Qingyu Island?"
During the time when Feng Xuanhuang was a child and lived in Qingyu Mountain, he saw everything Qingling had done for Qingyu Mountain all the time. How much of her energy was spent here, combined with the previous
Feng Xuanhuang deduced this answer from everything Qing Ling did.
And he was almost certain that his guess was good.
"This is my home..."
Sighing slightly, Qing Ling said.
With her current strength, there is no way she can resist the attack of hundreds of thousands of monsters from the mountain.
The boy next to him was not talking, but staring into the distance.
After a few seconds, he said softly, "She's back."
Almost immediately, a Youying figure appeared in Qing Ling's sight. From a distance, it was just a tiny shadow.
"Feng Xuanhuang, can you accompany me to dig for spiritual veins tomorrow? I think the heyday of Qingyu Mountain should also begin."
The spiritual veins of Tianlong Mountain have not yet been poached by Qingling. This is the time she has been waiting for. The apprentice returns and entrusts the fate of everyone in Tianlong Mountain to her. Yuan Fengchi and his sister Qingying stay to guard the sect, while she and Feng Xuan
Huang went together to transfer the spiritual veins of Tianlong Mountain to his own sect.
"It's an honor to be invited by you."
A smile appeared on Feng Xuanhuang's face. Although Qing Ling refused to accept him in the main hall of Qingyu Mountain more than a month ago, judging from Qing Ling's current arrangements, she still relies on him all the time.
So what if she had two husbands? He was still unafraid and encouraged her to become his own.
Suddenly, Feng Xuanhuang's mind became enlightened, thinking that he had actually had the idea of becoming one of the Qingling Sangongs in the past. At this time, he smiled bitterly, when would the son of the Demon Emperor be sent to someone else's house?!
The woman he likes should be his, whether it is seduction or robbery, he is so domineering!