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"The key is, what should we do now?" Xian Mang felt a little depressed.

After working for a long time, helping Mingyu repel the powerful enemy, delaying for so long, and getting such a result, isn't this an inappropriate waste of time?

It would be better to go back to the Eastern Continent early in the morning.

"Why."

Mu Jia and Wu Xin both shook their heads and sighed.

He said madly, "You two, it's useless just to sigh. Now, you don't even know what the situation is like in the Eastern Continent?"

Previously, they had received some news from the Eastern Continent. The situation in the North was not optimistic. There were more and more strange beasts coming out of the abyss, and they were getting stronger and stronger.

Just one day ago, another news came. It was said that a vicious beast from the Perfection Realm had appeared, and the coalition forces from all parties were already preparing to withdraw.

If this continues, it won't last long.

Mu Jia said, "Let's forget about other things for now. Let's go back to the Eastern Continent now."

They should have left a long time ago, but they were delayed for too long just for a good reputation.

I originally thought that helping Ming Yu break through the witch ancestral realm and taking him back to the Eastern Continent would completely eliminate the hidden dangers, but it turned out to be the opposite.

They were all very anxious right now.

Especially Mu Jia, he was not only thinking about the war in the northern border of the Eastern Continent, but also thinking about his precious sister.

I got the news some time ago that his precious sister ran to the Kuishan Sect's gate and was trapped again.

Not worry-free, not worry-free at all.

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Overseas, a fairy island.

The sea tide rises and falls, the mountain peaks are like blades, and a thin layer of white mist is like a veil woven by a woman, dancing around the mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a temporarily dug cave.

There are more than a dozen strong people in the Perfection Realm gathered in the cave, as well as nearly two hundred monks in the Peak Realm.

The torches on the cave wall were burning brightly, and the pale faces were reflected in the firelight.

The environment is cold and cold, like a devil's cave.

Ling Kuang sat on an animal skin throne, supporting his forehead with one hand and leaning on the armrest, his eyebrows almost twisted together.

"You tell me, what's the use of raising trash like you?"

It seemed like he said such words calmly, but in fact, Ling Kuang was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Master, forgive me."

In unison, one or two hundred people knelt down together.

Ling Kuang glanced at it, not knowing what the expression was on his face.

Pain, regret, anger, unwillingness.

In the past few months, he has made a special trip around the outer sea and recruited a bunch of casual cultivators under his command, and his power has grown again.

Twenty or so strong men in the Perfection Realm joined the battle together.

I originally thought that by taking them by surprise, I could completely crush the guys from the Taiwu Clan. While getting the spiritual seeds, I could also bring disaster to the Taiwu Clan.

But who would have thought that a sudden change occurred, and three old guys like Mu Jia actually intervened.

Not to mention that the goal was not achieved, but so much was lost.

It's true that stealing the chicken will lose the rice.

Right now, there are only twelve Perfectionists left, and almost all of these twelve Perfectionists have failed, and five of them have even temporarily lost their fighting ability.

"snort!"

Ling Kuang snorted coldly and cursed the idiot without any concealment.

They are all a bunch of losers, and they can't handle such a simple thing well.

"Tell me, what should we do now?" Ling Kuang calmed down a little and asked coldly.

There was silence in the cave for a moment.

Everyone had their heads buried, not daring to raise their heads to look at him.

"speak."

After asking no one said a word, Ling Kuang started roaring again, his voice rising several decibels.

"Master, calm down."

At this time, an old man with a white beard said, "The Taiwu clan is assisted by three masters from the Eastern Continent. With the strength of the three masters, we are really no match. It is best to avoid the edge for now..."

Those are the three strongest people in the world. They are all four-star Perfection Realm beings. Among the more than ten Perfection Realm people present, the strongest ones are only one-star, not even two-star. How could it be those three? What about human opponents?

At this point, it’s not about whoever has the most powerful people in the Perfection Realm, who will win.

The current situation is that they have suffered heavy losses and have seen the strength of the three masters. They have no strength to fight anymore.

Unless, like before, he rushes forward and self-destructs, which may pose a slight threat to the three masters.

However, as long as those three people are prepared, it is almost unrealistic for you to kill them by self-destructing your original body.

In the end, it is very likely that he lost his wife and lost his troops.

Temporarily avoid the edge?

Hearing this, Ling Kuang became angry in his heart and slapped the armrest hard, "What I want is the spiritual seed. If you retreat now, won't your previous efforts be in vain, and you will be advantageous to the Taiwu Clan?" ?”

He knew that the Taiwu clan had planted spiritual seeds, and under Ming Yu's urging, the fruits were about to mature.

When Mingyu gets the fruit, can he still keep it for him?

The curse on him must either be found by the Taiwu Clan to relieve him, or only by obtaining spiritual seeds can it be lifted.

The Taiwu Clan and him are mortal enemies. Is it possible for him to be freed?

Spiritual seed is his only hope.

Without being able to obtain the spiritual seed, he is afraid that he will be trapped in the peak realm forever.

No one can understand his mood.

Back then, Ling Kuang became a disciple of the Qingshan Ancestor and wanted to play Li Dai Tao Jiang by borrowing the Qingshan Ancestor's identity.

As a result, he killed Patriarch Qingshan.

However, who would have thought that Patriarch Qingshan actually had a treasure from the Taiwu Clan in his hands. When he suppressed Patriarch Qingshan, the treasure was directly eaten by him.

The curse is upon me and there is no way to get rid of it.

Until now, his realm has not improved at all and has remained at the peak level.

If it weren't for the existence of this curse, he must have entered the realm of perfection long ago. How could this battle be so embarrassing?

"Master, the current situation is already very unfavorable for us. Fellow Taoists also need time to recover. Any further attack will only increase casualties. The matter of the spiritual seed can be discussed again. Even if there is no spiritual seed, I believe that the curse on the master is , there should be other ways to relieve it." The white-bearded old man said tremblingly.

If they were asked to fight again now, they would never dare again.

"Other methods?"

Ling Kuang sneered, staring at the white-bearded old man with red eyes, "Tell me, is there any other way?"

That is the curse of the Taiwu Clan. The curse on myself is so powerful that it is definitely the method of a powerful person in the witch ancestor realm.

Back then, out of guilt, the Taiwu Clan gave Holy Lord Taifan a treasure, and he probably gave this treasure to Patriarch Qingshan, so that it was finally enjoyed by Ling Kuang.

Apart from spiritual seeds, what other way can be used to undo this kind of curse?

The white-bearded old man was speechless and lowered his head, not daring to look at Ling Kuang.

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