Next, just like Wu Zihua's previous transformation, Ling Qiong also underwent a major transformation.
His long hair, which was fixed with a hairpin, was free of any bundles, and his black hair was scattered freely, moving with the wind, releasing an evil and lazy aura in an instant, and his tall and straight figure exuded a noble and natural aura.
The casual clothes on his body disappeared, and he transformed into a red robe at a faltering speed.
The long-haired beauty in red is tall and tall, with a handsome face, a faint golden light in her eyes, and a little red mole on her forehead, making her look even more enchanting and evil.
"My venerable Xuanling!"
Lingqiong's voice was low and domineering, shocking the entire Yunshan Mountain.
As soon as he said this, there was a piercing roar from the depths of Yunshan Mountain, accompanied by the painful hissing of people.
The sound was short and hasty, and quickly faded away, so fast that people couldn't catch it.
Ling Qiong frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes stared intently at the depths of Yunshan Mountain.
There seemed to be something calling him, screaming urgently and mournfully, Ling Qiong thought, and he flew up, ready to rush into Yunshan.
"Spiritual Vault!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Gu Jin hurriedly called out.
Ling Qiong's leaving figure paused.
"The eighteenth generation disciple of Qingyun Sect, Wu Zihua has met his master!"
Wu Zihua knelt on the ground respectfully, and made a big salute, no more reluctant than before.
"Wu Gan, a disciple of Qingyun Sect, has seen Venerable Xuanling, and welcomes the ancestor back!"
Wu Qian knelt on the ground with his father and saluted.
"A disciple of Qingyun Sect..."
Other Qing Yunzong disciples also knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.
Their faces were surprised and complicated, and more panicked.
They actually attacked the ancestors. The thousand-year-old spiritual seeker is already the number one person in the spiritual world.
Nowadays, monks are on the decline, and the spiritual world of thousands of years is no longer what it used to be. In this era of scarce spiritual energy, their ancestors are undoubtedly the number one in the world.
I only hope that Venerable Xuanling can forgive them for their presumptuousness and lead the sect to flourish.
They have been hiding at the foot of Yunshan Mountain for so many years, not daring to enter the world, because they are waiting for their ancestors to return.
Only in the hands of Venerable Xuanling can Qingyunzong shine brighter.
The spirit vault was floating in the void, and he turned around slowly, condescendingly looking down at Gu Jin who was standing on the ground.
Facing her worried eyes, Ling Qiong's originally solemn face gradually softened because of Gu Jin's unconscious expression, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips.
"Girl, come with me."
Ling Qiong stretched out her slender, fair and beautiful hands, with a gentle aura around her.
His face was gentle and loving, and his eyes were full of affection.
Staring at the hand stretched out by the void, Gu Jin hesitated a little, tapped his toes, flew away, and came to Ling Qiong's side.
She put her hand in the big, slender white hand.
Ling Qiong held Gu Jin's hand, as if holding the most precious thing in this world.
He condescendingly glanced at the disciple of Qingyun Sect who was kneeling on the ground, and his eyes finally fell on Wu Zihua.
"Get up, everyone, Wu Zihua activated the Yunshan Formation, the deity wants to enter the mountain!"
"yes!"
Wu Zihua got up immediately.
Regardless of his son behind him and the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, he flew to the three ancient trees standing side by side on the mountainside of Yunshan Mountain.
Under everyone's gaze, Wu Zihua stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and gently swipe towards his open left hand.
The aura cut through the flesh and blood, and the bright red color slowly dripped. Wu Zihua immediately pressed the bleeding wound on the ancient tree.
Next, everyone saw a miraculous scene.
The three dry ancient trees that are connected are instantly alive, and the dry branches gradually turn green and grow green leaves.
The trees were sucking Wu Zihua's blood at a crazy speed, and Wu Zihua's face turned pale.
While providing the blood supply, he mobilized his spiritual power to cast a spell on another ancient tree opposite the three ancient trees.
The four ancient trees seemed to have a medium, and they responded instantly.
The trees shook crazily and moved without wind, Wu Zihua took the opportunity to stay away from the dangerous place.
There is a powerful force surging between the four ancient trees, and the white light is entangled together, blooming a dazzling light.
Ling Qiong and Gu Jin floated in the void, and when the dazzling light was emitted, Ling Qiong reached out and covered the eyes of the people around him.
The powerful force entangled between the four ancient trees flew straight towards the formation as if consciously.
I only heard a huge roar, the sound was piercing and frightening.
Wu Zihua spat out a big mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeve in embarrassment. With the support of his son Wu Gan, he walked forward a few steps.
He knelt down on the ground in a respectful and reverent voice: "Master, the formation has been opened. Master is an old man on the mountain. He has been waiting for you for seven hundred years."
Ling Qiong lowered his eyes and frowned tightly.
Wu Rong, a cultivator in the Transformation Stage, has a lifespan of ten thousand years. If nothing happened to him, he would not have handed Qing Yunzong over to a disciple who had just stepped into the Golden Core stage.
He pointed at Wu Zihua, and a golden light flew away.
Wu Zihua had lost a lot of blood and his body was a little weak, but after this golden light penetrated, he repaired his body as quickly as possible.
Feeling the full strength in his body, he looked astonished and kowtowed respectfully: "Thank you, Uncle!"
Ling Qiong said in a deep voice: "Tell me what happened in the past thousand years, what happened to Junior Brother Wu Rong, and why Qingyunzong fell to this point!"
"The disciple obeys!"
Wu Zihua got up and replied to Lingqiong with the shortest words.
"For the past thousand years, master has led Qingyunzong to hide and never enter the world according to his uncle's instructions. Disciples only know that master has been busy with the tasks you assigned. Three hundred years ago, master was in trouble and began to retreat due to physical discomfort. A retreat is three hundred years, the master said three hundred years is enough for you to show up."
Ling Qiong's complexion was dull, and the light in his eyes was dim.
That is to say, it was his order that Qing Yunzong fell to the present state.
Junior brother Wu Rong was also unable to retreat to practice because of the task he had given him and encountered a lot of trouble.
If it's a small trouble, he believes that his junior brother who has cultivated to the transformation stage will definitely be able to solve it.
After retreating for three hundred years, he must have been seriously injured.
It's all because of him, but Ling Qiong doesn't remember at all.
"You lead the way!"
He decided to go up the mountain to explore first.
"The disciple obeys!"
Wu Zihua flew up with all his disciples, leading the way.
Gu Jin also left with Ling Qiong.
Before leaving, she ordered Linda and others to stand by on the spot.
Even if Darwin's supernatural beings can keep up with their speed, this is the Qingyun Sect after all, and outsiders will always be rejected if they step in.
…
In the depths of Yunshan, Qingyunzong.
Inside this quaint and resplendent palace, it was empty and silent.
In the side hall not far away, there was a scream of pain.
Just by listening to his voice, one can feel the pain of that disabled man, hoarse and unbearable.
In the side hall, a man in white was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, sweating profusely, and a hoarse neighing sound from his mouth.
His white clothes were opened, and the chest was bloody and bloody. Looking carefully, there was nothing there.
The man has no heart.