The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

Luo Yinhuang returned to Kyoto the next day, and Ning Xi continued to take leave to accompany Jiuying and Longgui to recover.

She didn't know that there were many people gathered in Moon Lake at this time, most of them were still wearing Taoist robes, and they were constantly looking for something.

In the suburban villa, the middle-aged man hurried upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

The old Taoist frowned when he saw the eldest disciple in such a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Master, Lao Qi may be dead!" The middle-aged man said anxiously.

The old Taoist's face changed, and he stood up at once, "What? Lao Qi is dead? Did you see the body?"

"There is no body, but Lao Qi led Ning Xi to Moon Lake a few days ago, and there was a fluctuation of fighting there. But now Ning Xi is still alive and well and appeared in Qianlong Pavilion, but Lao Qi seems to have disappeared, and he can't contact him at all."

He couldn't contact Lao Qi before, and he didn't dare to report it just like that, but searched carefully and found that he couldn't find anyone, so he came.

Seeing his master's face getting uglier and uglier, the middle-aged man added: "Old Second and I have organized people to search Moon Lake vigorously for several times. There are traces of thunder and explosion battles there, and we also found the remains of Old Seven's destroyed ghost banner, so we suspect that Old Seven may have been wiped out with it."

"Pah!" The old Taoist slapped the coffee table next to him with force, and the coffee table instantly broke into countless pieces.

"Damn it!" The old Taoist's heart was tightened. He had brought Old Seven up since he was a child. His talent and cultivation speed were the best among all the disciples, and he loved him very much.

But he didn't expect that he would never come back this time!

"Master, what should we do now?" The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

The old Taoist pondered for a moment, and asked instead: "Is there anyone behind Ning Xi?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Old Seven asked us not to interfere, so we don't know what happened in Moon Lake that day, and we don't know whether there is anyone behind Ning Xi."

"But if Old Seven is really dead, then no matter whether Ning Xi has someone behind him, his strength should be above Old Seven." He said hurriedly.

This was also to make his master give up the idea of ​​sending them out for revenge.

Sure enough, the Taoist looked even worse after hearing this, but he did not arrange any more tasks, "I will report this matter to Kyoto, and we must also avenge Old Seven, but let's wait for now."

"Send someone to monitor Ning Xi, and let me know if she has any abnormal behavior." He ordered again.

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully: "Yes!"

Ten days later, with the help of Luo Yinhuang's elixir and the blessing of the soul formation, the souls of Jiuying and Longgui were completely stabilized.

The originally weak breath also recovered a lot.

Ning Xi looked at them and asked: "How will you go out with me in the future? In the state of soul?"

If someone sees them in the state of soul, it will definitely attract attention or scare others.

Jiuying lay under the shade of a big tree and said lazily: "My innate magical power can condense a body, and I guarantee that those people won't be able to see it."

The dragon turtle floated out of the pond and landed in front of Ning Xi. He silently recited a mantra and soon transformed into a handsome boy with a little baby fat.

The boy's face was shy, "Master, I also have the innate magical power to condense a body."

This is the magical power of transformation that most mythical beasts have.