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Next, just like Wu Zihua's transformation before, Lingqiong also had a big transformation.

His long hair, which was fixed with a hairpin, was no longer tied, and his black hair was loosely scattered and moved with the wind. His evil charm and lazy breath were instantly released, and his tall and straight body showed a noble and natural aura.

His casual clothes were hidden, and he turned into a red robe at a feint speed.

The red-clothed long-haired beauty has a long body and a beautiful face, with a faint golden light flashing in her eyes, and a red mole on her forehead, which is even more enchanting and evil.

"My deity, the venerable Xuanling!"

Ling Qiong's voice was low and domineering, shocking the entire Yunshan Mountain.

As soon as he said these words, there was a harsh roar from the depths of Yunshan, accompanied by the screaming of people's pain.

The sound was short and rapid, and faded quickly, too fast to be caught.

Ling Qiong frowned slightly, with a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the depths of Yunshan.

There seemed to be something calling him there, eagerly and mournfully, when Ling Qiong's thoughts moved, he flew up, ready to rush into Yunshan.

"Spirit Vault!"

Seeing that he was leaving, Gu Jin hurriedly called out.

The figure of Ling Qiong leaving stopped.

"Qingyun Sect's eighteenth generation disciple, Wu Zihua has met Master!"

Wu Zihua respectfully knelt on the ground and gave a big salute, no more reluctance before.

"Qingyun Sect disciple Wu Gan has seen Venerable Xuanling, and welcomes the return of the ancestor!"

Wu Gan knelt on the ground with his father and saluted.

"Qingyun Sect disciple..."

The other Qingyun Sect disciples also knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.

Their faces were surprised and complicated, and more of a panic.

They actually did something to their ancestors, and the thousand-year-old Venerable Spirit Seeker is already the number one person in the spiritual world.

Today, the cultivators are on the decline, and the spiritual world of thousands of years has long since changed. In today's era of scarce spiritual energy, their ancestors are undoubtedly the number one person in this world.

I just hope that Venerable Xuanling can forgive them for their previous presumptuousness and lead the sect to flourish.

For so many years, they have been hiding at the foot of Yunshan Mountain and dare not join the WTO because they are waiting for the return of their ancestors.

Only in the hands of Venerable Xuanling can Qingyun Sect shine brighter.

Ling Qiong floated in the void, he slowly turned around and looked down at Gu Jin who was standing on the ground.

Facing her worried eyes, Ling Qiong had a solemn face, but because of Gu Jin's unconscious expression, it gradually eased, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Girl, come with me."

Ling Qiong stretched out a slender, fair and beautiful hand, with a soft aura all over her body.

His face was gentle and doting, and his eyes were full of affection.

Staring at Void's outstretched hand, Gu Jin hesitated for a moment, 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 things in the world.

He glanced down at the disciple of Qingyun Sect, who was kneeling on the ground, and his eyes finally fell on Wu Zihua.

"Get up, Wu Zihua starts the Yunshan Formation, the deity is going to enter the mountain!"

"Yes!"

Wu Zihua got up immediately.

He ignored his son and the disciples of Qingyun Sect, and flew to the three ancient trees on the side of Yunshan Mountain.

Under everyone's attention, Wu Zihua stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and stroked lightly 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 against the ancient tree.

Next, everyone saw a miraculous scene.

The connected three dry ancient trees came alive in an instant, and the dry branches gradually turned green and grew green leaves.

The trees were sucking Wu Zihua's blood at a frantic speed, and Wu Zihua's face turned pale.

While providing the blood supply, he activated his spiritual power to cast spells on the other ancient tree opposite the three ancient trees.

The four ancient trees seemed to have a medium, and they reacted in an instant.

The trees swayed wildly, without the 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 rays of light are entangled and dazzling.

Ling Qiong and Gu Jin floated in the void, and when the dazzling light was emitted, Ling Qiong stretched out his hands to cover the eyes of those around him.

The entangled powerful forces between the four ancient trees flew straight to the formation as if they were conscious.

Only to hear a huge roar, the sound is harsh and shocking.

Wu Zihua spat out a big mouthful of blood, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve, and walked a few steps forward with the help of his son Wu Gan.

He knelt on the ground in a proper manner, and his voice was respectful and pious: "Master, the formation has been opened. Master, his old man is on the mountain, and he has been waiting for you for seven hundred years."

Ling Qiong lowered her eyes and frowned tightly.

Wu Rong, a cultivator of the Divine Transformation Stage, has a lifespan of ten thousand years. If he hadn't had an accident, he would not have handed over the Qingyun Sect to a disciple who had just stepped into the Golden Core Stage.

He stretched out his finger to Wu Zihua, and a golden light flew away.

Wu Zihua had lost a lot of blood, and his body was weak. After this golden light penetrated, he repaired his body as quickly as possible.

Feeling the power in his body, he looked stunned and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, uncle!"

Ling Qiong said solemnly: "Tell this deity what happened in the past thousand years, what happened to Junior Brother Wu Rong, why did Qingyun Sect fall to this point!"

"Disciple obey!"

Wu Zihua got up and replied Ling Qiong with the shortest words.

"In the past thousand years, the master has followed the instructions of the uncle and led the Qingyun sect to hide and no longer join the world. The disciple only knows that the master has been busy with the tasks you explained. Three hundred years ago, the master encountered trouble and began to retreat from physical discomfort. A retreat is three hundred years, and the master said that three hundred years is enough for you to show up."

Ling Qiong's complexion darkened, and the light in his eyes was dim and unclear.

In other words, it was his orders that Qingyun Sect had fallen to the present point.

Junior Brother Wu Rong was also unable to practice in seclusion because of the task he had given him and encountered a lot of trouble.

If it is a small trouble, he believes that the junior and junior brothers in the spiritual transformation stage will definitely be able to solve it.

After three hundred years of seclusion, he must have been seriously injured.

Everything was because of him, but Ling Qiong didn't remember it at all.

"You lead the way!"

He decided to go up the mountain and explore it first.

"Disciple obey!"

Wu Zihua flew up with the disciples and led the way in front.

Gu Jin also left with Lingqiong.

Before leaving, she told Linda and others to stand by.

Even if the Darwin family can keep up with their speed, this is Qingyun Sect after all, and outsiders will always be rejected if they step in.

...

In the depths of Yunshan Mountain, Qingyunzong.

Inside this grand and quaint palace, it is empty and silent.

In the side hall not far away, there was a roar of pain.

Just listening to his voice, you can feel the pain of the cripple, hoarse and unbearable.

In the side hall, a man dressed in white sat on the bed with his eyes closed, sweating profusely, and a hoarse neigh came from his mouth.

His white shirt was open, and the blood on his chest was blurred. Looking closely, there was nothing there.

The man has no heart.