"Ah!!!!"
The man suddenly screamed in pain and despair, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and there was nothing in them, without any emotion, just like a puppet.
His body trembled, supporting his body that was about to collapse, so as not to fall down.
As if sensing something, the man suddenly raised his head and stared at the gate of the side hall.
There was a smile on the corner of the blood-colored sexy lips, which was evil and weird.
"Brother, you are finally here." The man whispered softly.
There was hope in the voice of despair, and a little bit of rejoicing.
This person is the previous head of Qingyun Sect, Wu Rong.
He has a handsome face, his expression is like walking on thin ice, and his eyes are as calm as water.
Rong Wu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, pulled the white clothes on his body to cover the blood hole in his chest, and propped his weak body to the ground.
He walked towards the back of the side hall with trembling legs, his steps were slow and heavy.
There are tasks assigned to him by his seniors.
…
After the formation was activated, Gu Jin, Ling Qiong, Wu Zihua and others stepped into Yunshan, and what they saw was a different scene.
They stood halfway down the mountain, and although the Yunshan Mountain they saw was not small, its area was smaller than a mountain peak of the Qingyun Sect thousands of years ago.
Everyone was floating in the void, and their goal was the endless seventy-two mountain peaks and thirty-six caves.
There is a strong aura lingering in the air, and this place is undoubtedly the most suitable place for monks to practice.
All the spiritual energy around gathered towards a mountain peak of Qingyun Sect, as if being guided away intentionally.
Wu Zihua pointed to the hanging bridge leading to Qingyun Sect, and said in a low voice: "Master, my cultivation level is not enough, so I can only enter Qingyun Sect from the hanging bridge on foot."
This means that he can only send Venerable Xuanling here.
Ling Qiong put his arms around Gu Jin's waist and stared at the center of the seventy-two peaks, where the main hall was.
It is the place where all the spiritual energy of Qingyunzong gathers.
There are seventy-two peaks and thirty-six caves in the Qingyun Sect. The masters of each peak and each cave must be at least Yuanying monks.
The Qingyun Sect was so majestic back then, but now it is empty, there are no more seventy-two peak masters and thirty-six cave masters.
The spiritual sense of Lingqiong couldn't detect any breath of living people at all.
His eyes were dim, and the expression in his eyes was piercingly cold.
Ling Qiong glanced at Wu Zihua, his gaze was like a torch, and the corner of his mouth hooked up almost invisible: "The deity will go ahead and wait for you in the main hall."
After saying that, he hugged Gu Jin and hurried to the main hall of Seventy-two Peaks, his figure disappeared from everyone's eyes in a blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Wu Zihua, Wu Gan, his father and son, and the disciples of the Qingyun Sect behind him were simply amazed.
"Father, let's go."
Wu Gan stepped forward and reminded.
"Walk!"
Wu Zihua spoke, and everyone immediately stepped up to the hanging bridge leading to Qingyunzong.
Their cultivation base is not enough, if they want to enter the sect, they can only walk.
The hanging bridge is full of dangers, but it doesn't kill people. Every time you lead to the hanging bridge and reach the sect, there will always be a lot of gains.
This path can test a monk's ability and state of mind.
If you have the heart of a child, every time you pass the suspension bridge smoothly, you will have unexpected gains.
Improvement in cultivation, or epiphany.
…
Ling Qiong and Gu Jinfei came to Qingyun Sect Master Hall.
The two landed on the ground and stood in front of the resplendent main hall, a flash of white light quickly struck towards them.
"Girl!"
Ling Qiong sensed the danger and immediately pushed Gu Jin away.
Gu Jin also sensed the danger, and the power of his palm suddenly rose, and he flew towards the spirit vault.
The two retreated a few meters away from where they were.
The white light that hit them fell on the main hall door.
The gate of the main hall, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, slowly opened due to the impact of this white light.
"Brother, you made me suffer so much, and made me wait for you for a thousand years."
A low, resentful voice came from a distance, mixed with sighs and helplessness.
Ling Qiong looked back and followed the source of the sound.
So did Gu Jin.
Before the people arrive, the sound arrives first.
From the side hall behind the peak of the main hall, a white figure flashed.
Facial features can't be seen clearly, the man with jet-black long hair pulled up by white jade hairpin, wearing white with flashing red pattern, from far to near.
As the other party approached, Ling Qiong and Gu Jin clearly saw the man's appearance.
He is floating in the sky, with a cold expression, dressed in white clothes, elegant and handsome like a fairy, and his appearance is like a banished fairy, dazzling and admirable.
Ling Qiong raised his eyes and stared up at the person who was nearly a hundred meters away from him.
The eyes are familiar with the face, his complexion is soft, the corners of his lips are slightly hooked: "Junior brother."
The voice has an indescribable intimacy.
Wu Rong floated in the void, closed his eyes and sighed: "Senior brother."
After speaking, he flew down and stood in front of Ling Qiong and Gu Jin.
Wu Rongqing, the seventeenth head of Yunzong, was also ranked among the top ten masters in the spiritual world thousands of years ago.
He established the foundation at the age of eighteen, formed the alchemy at the age of thirty, and entered the Nascent Soul at the age of sixty. In just three hundred years, he became a great power of transforming gods and cultivating the realm.
Its cultivation speed is second only to Venerable Xuanling among the orthodox monks.
Ling Qiong stared at the junior brother who stood opposite him, whom he had not seen for a thousand years, suddenly, the joy on his face disappeared, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his expression was like walking on thin ice.
"Junior brother, why did your cultivation regress to such a state?"
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and now Wu Rong's cultivation level has retreated to that of Nascent Soul.
With just one glance, Ling Qiong could see the weakness of his body and the faint dead air lingering above his head.
Wu Rong's cool and handsome face showed no emotional fluctuations, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was gentle: "Senior brother, why don't you go into the main hall and have a look, your memory that has been sealed for thousands of years is inside the hall."
Hearing this, Ling Qiong's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head to look into the main hall with its door wide open.
There was a flash of golden light floating in the center of the hall, as if sensing his presence, struggling to rush towards him.
The younger brother's cultivation base has regressed, the sect's seventy-two mountain peaks, and the thirty-six caves are empty, and the memories sealed up for unknown reasons.
What did he do thousands of years ago
Ling Qiong is eager to know all this.
He let go of Gu Jin's hand, and slowly stepped into the main hall with heavy steps.
Wu Rong watched him enter the main hall, and walked slowly to Gu Jin.
From the very beginning, he noticed the existence of this woman.
Getting closer, I finally saw Gu Jin's exquisite and beautiful face clearly.
"Fairy Luoyu, long time no see."
Wu Rong's voice is familiar, as if facing an old acquaintance.
Gu Jin's eyes were surprised, and he turned his head slightly: "I'm not Luo Yu."
Her voice was slow, without any emotional ups and downs.
Wu Rong looked at her seriously, as if he saw something, he chuckled: "Fairy Luo Yu is still so interesting."
Gu Jin frowned slightly, not liking Wu Rong's attitude.
She is Gu Jin, not Luo Yu.
Even though the thousand-year soul is Luo Yu, she is only Gu Jin now.
Wu Rong took a deep look at Gu Jin, and said in a low voice: "If Luo Yu was five thousand years old, there would be no Gu Jin now. Everything you have now is the place where senior brothers stepped on the sea of blood. The one who fights for you in a desperate situation, no matter if it is Luo Yu or Gu Jin, you are the one that Senior Brother will protect even at the expense of distraction."