In the realm of Dao Ling Dome, the sound of bells can be heard everywhere.
Xiaoxiangzi was frowning slightly beside a waterside pavilion, looking up with a hint of worry.
This is today, the seventeenth bell has rung. Since today's hour, the atmosphere in this dome realm has begun to become more solemn, getting denser moment by moment. At this time, people are even more panicked.
The excitement when he first learned about the Qiong Realm and prepared to take action against the man in the east had long since disappeared without a trace. What was left at this moment was only worry and uneasiness.
The shadow left by that person in his heart has not been eliminated, but has become thicker and thicker.
Qian Tianzong Shou!
Xiaoxiangzi's two seasons suddenly tightened, and his energy fluctuated. A few small fishes in the lake in front of him floated up with their bellies turned white.
Xiaoxiangzi leaned over and glanced at it lightly, but didn't care.
But even if he thinks about it, is he the same in that person's eyes
"Junior brother Xiaoxiangzi!"
A voice came, with a hint of smile.
Xiaoxiangzi frowned, then relaxed again.
This is his senior brother Qiu Hua, who entered the spiritual realm decades ago. A few days ago, he returned to the Cloud Realm.
Although Wu Xu is only at the ninth level, his level is strong and self-suppressing. With accumulation, you can enter the fairyland long ago. If it hadn't happened this time, you only need to retreat for a few years to form elixirs and enter the fairyland.
In the Cloud Realm for hundreds of years, Wu Xu could not break through in cultivation, but he trained more than a dozen outstanding disciples who reached the spiritual realm. Qiuhua was one of them and seemed to see the fish that were shocked to death in front of him. When Qiuhua came to his side, he shook his head slightly: "But are you worried about the master? Junior brother, your state of mind seems to be okay. It needs sharpening.”
Xiaoxiangzi was silent, more than worried about the lack of ruins. Looking around, he saw that there were groups of Dao Ling Qiong Realm disciples passing by beside a stone path.
But no one took the initiative to salute him no matter how intimate they were in the past. They all have weird eyes, hidden from view.
The people who always followed him around and fawned over him have disappeared.
Xiaoxiangzi had seen a similar situation a year ago, and he no longer had the same temperament as before.
He vaguely knew that at this time, there were countless people in the Dao Ling Qiong Realm, waiting for his master to fall.
But at this time, I still felt strange. Many people around him had anger in their eyes, as if they regarded him as their enemy.
"No need to look! These are the disciples of those fallen sects who were lucky enough to survive today."
Qiu Hua shook his head, his eyes changing: "Three hours ago, Shuiming Sect was dead! The whole sect was still destroyed, two thousand disciples died in the battle, and no one survived. There was no one alive under the sword of that man, and the leader of Shuiming Sect was only in the spiritual realm. Elementary level. Even the disappearance of the attack could not be issued. No one noticed it until two moments ago."
Xiaoxiangzi called out softly, counting silently in his heart, and his eyes became even more gloomy.
This is already the twenty-third sect. It has been eight hours since the sect was wiped out one by one. Every hour, at least three sects are exterminated and thousands of people die!
He can meet each other, and the pressure on Wu Xu at this time - "I have never seen such a vicious and domineering person in my life!"
Qiuhua took a deep breath and her expression relaxed again.
"But don't worry, Master, he has been through so many storms for three hundred years. He will never fall into the hands of that stinky kid this time!"
The voice is decisive and full of confidence. Xiaoxiangzi smiled bitterly, wondering where Qiuhua got the confidence
Even if they win this battle, it will be difficult to account for such a huge loss.
But in his heart, he must know that Qiuhua has been following Wuxu for a long time and knows the master far better than he does. This statement is definitely not without purpose - one by one, he looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room in the sky. Not only at this moment, what is being discussed in the lamp room
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At this time, in the Wanhun Lantern Room, there was only an illusion of cloud light, quietly suspended in the sky.
There was only one image inside, a piece of ruins, and the two lines of large characters on the ground.
"Seventeen, thirty-eight thousand, two hundred and twenty-three"
The first one refers to the number of sects that have been wiped out, but the other refers to the number of people who have been slaughtered.
But it is no longer the blood red that I saw before, but dark brown. Just because the blood in the sword mark has solidified.
Looking into the eyes, it is still extremely dazzling.
It seems to be saying, if you kill millions of my innocent people, then I will kill 38,000 of your disciples! There will be more. This was the image three hours ago, but now it is three hours later.
The number of sects that perished has reached twenty-three. The number of fallen disciples of various sects was close to fifty thousand. When the images recorded by the phantom talisman gradually faded away. The expressions of everyone in the room returned to normal. It's not that I don't care, but I have seen too many scenes like this today. Numbingly many!
"This devil must be stopped. At this time, all the sects in the eastern part of Middle-earth are in turmoil and can no longer hold on."
"Exactly! The sect I'm familiar with is very defensive, but the problem is to be able to prevent it."
"In the battle at Xiuyun Mountain at the beginning, the entire mountain, including the mountain-protecting formation, was cut off with a single sword! Where is this ninth level? Where is the heavenly realm?"
"We can only think of ways to surround and kill him!"
"At the second quarter of the hour, he destroyed the Tao Mountain View. At the eighth quarter of the hour, he traveled three thousand miles eastward and destroyed the Huiyun Sect. Just when we thought he was going to fight thousands of miles away again, he was six hundred miles away again. Outside, attack Xuankong Dao. Its whereabouts are erratic and unpredictable, its appearance and appearance are unpredictable, and the dragon has its head but not its tail. It is impossible to detect its traces, how can we surround it?"
"Then the Xue family should be damned, why did the Fantasy Heart Mirror fall into his hands?"
After saying this, everyone in the room was silent. Without this mirror, no matter how hidden Zong Shou's traces were, they would have found them.
More people looked at Wu Xu with sharp eyes.
The disaster started from this person. These few hours have been spent doing nothing.
Na Wuxu also opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were still calm.
"Work together!"
The energy of everyone in the room was suffocated.
Gather several neighboring sects together and stick to the strongest sect's main mountain.
As early as seven hours ago, when the Xiuyun Sect was destroyed, Wu Xu had mentioned it.
One arrow can be easily broken, but what about three or five
But it was rejected by everyone in unison.
It's good to unite all the sects in one place, but what about those mineral veins? What about the medicine garden? What should I do? How to make up for the lost reputation
Will he be controlled by others afterwards
While there was an awkward silence, a red light suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
At this time, the disciples on duty outside the door had long been accustomed to it and did not stop him but allowed him to enter.
The next moment, a Taoist with a panic expression appeared inside the door.
"Palace Master! Half a moment ago, someone saw Zong Shou watching three hundred miles away on Mount Pu."
Wujue in the room opened his eyes angrily and looked to the side. I saw two soul lamps extinguished at the same time. Suddenly, his chest felt tight, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood. (To be continued