The Sand Sculpture System Is Going Crazy, And The Spirit Treasure Is Full

The ancestor of the Piaomiao Sect is named Ning Luochen.

Ning Luochen is a powerful person at the pinnacle of the Immortal Venerable Realm Ninth Layer.

It's just a stone's throw away from Saint Realm.

But just because of this thin line, Ning Luochen went into retreat five times without success.

Ning Luochen opened his eyes helplessly.

It's always just a little bit different.

Sometimes things just happen by coincidence. As soon as he opened his eyes, he received a message from Mo Xian.

Immediately, he dodged and left the Cave Mansion.

Mo Xian didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He was stunned for a moment and then immediately prostrated: "Acting sect master Mo Xian has met the ancestor."

"Acting Sect Master..." Ning Luochen frowned.

"Ancestor, that's what happened." Mo Xian said hurriedly.

"A Profound Rank Secret Realm was discovered in Beiganzhou."

"The sect master, Saint Child, and all the peak masters and elders entered the Secret Realm to seize the opportunity."

"That's why I let my subordinates temporarily take over the position of sect leader."

"My subordinates are incompetent and cannot do their part in the Secret Realm. They can only manage the affairs of the sect."

"Let the sect master and all the peak masters and elders have no worries in Secret Realm."

"Everything was fine."

"He is a waste of his subordinates. He made a mistake while practicing a spiritual skill, and he was seriously injured in the backlash."

"Needs immediate retreat for recuperation."

"But there is really no one available in the sect now, and the subordinates dare not hand over the position of acting sect leader at will."

"That's why I sent a message to wake up my ancestor, and I want him to work hard for a few days."

Ning Luochen touched his chin: "Profound Rank Secret Realm..."

When Mo Xian heard this, he sighed inwardly. He should have said it was the Yellow Rank Secret Realm just now.

"Although it is a Profound Rank Secret Realm, it has realm restrictions."

"You can enter under the Venerable Realm."

"Moreover, it has been open for half a year, and it will probably be closed soon."

"As little as three to five days, as many as eight or nine days."

"It's a pity that my subordinates didn't stand up well during the last few days of duty."

"I still need to trouble my ancestors to get out of seclusion."

Only then did Ning Luochen's thoughts come out of the Profound Rank Secret Realm.

It’s no wonder that his first focus was on Secret Realm.

The Profound Rank Secret Realm is really too tempting.

Ning Luochen raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Xian, then raised his hand slightly.

A flash of cyan light from his fingertips quickly penetrated into Mo Xian's eyebrows, and traveled throughout his body as Spirit Vein.

Mo Xian immediately felt warm inside his body, and the injured area was being repaired.

He was so frightened that he immediately reversed the Spirit Vein and performed the technique backwards.

The two energies collided instantly, and Mo Xian spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Luochen then retracted his hand: "The injury is indeed serious, the Spirit Vein is reversed, and the skill is reversed."

"It's because my subordinate is incompetent." Mo Xian said with a pale face.

Ning Luochen took out a celadon medicine bottle and threw it to Mo Xian: "Take the elixir and go into seclusion."

"Thank you, ancestor." Mo Xian hurriedly took it.

Then he cupped his hands and said: "Ancestor, the authority of the mountain protection formation is still in the hands of my subordinates. I will hand it over to you now."

As he spoke, white light flickered on Mo Xian's body, and finally condensed into a transparent token.

Ning Luochen waved his hand casually, and the token disappeared into his palm.

Mo Xian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ancestor, everyone in the Piaomiao Sect, please worry about it now. I am going to retreat."

"Go." Ning Luochen nodded.

"My subordinates say goodbye." Mo Xian bowed and saluted again, then hurriedly left the small Secret Realm.

After leaving the small Secret Realm, he flew away from the Piaomiao Sect without stopping.

After leaving the Piaomiao Sect, he used several teleportation talismans.

After being thousands of miles away from the Piaomiao Sect, he sat down on the ground.

First he looked back furtively for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, the ancestor has been in seclusion and is easier to fool.

Mo Xian took out the elixir given by Ning Luochen, and his eyes widened in shock: "It turns out to be Eighth Grade."

In my heart, I felt guilty for a moment.

The ancestor treated him so well.

Seeing that he was injured, he actually took out an Eighth Grade elixir to heal his injury.

But he wanted to trick the ancestor once.

Woohoo, he's not human.

After crying for about three to five breaths, Mo Xian wiped away his tears and swallowed the Eighth Grade elixir in one gulp.

Originally, relying only on this Eighth Grade elixir, he would be able to do well in three to five days.

But he was really afraid of long nights and dreams, so he gritted his teeth and took out the Eight Grade elixir he had treasured.

Two Eight Grade elixirs entered his abdomen, and he recovered from his injuries in just half a day.

Not only has he recovered from his injury, but his strength has even improved a bit.

It's a blessing in disguise.

After recovering from his injury, Mo Xian immediately took out his flying sword and headed for Wanjue Mountain.

As for the short-term guilt that arose before, it has long since disappeared.

He learned this from his sect leader and tried hard to implement his words and deeds.

Ning Luochen did not leave the small Secret Realm immediately.

Instead, he frowned and thought about what went wrong.

Why did I retreat for five times without any breakthrough?

It's obviously just a little bit different.

He has even touched the threshold of the Saint Realm, but why can't he break through?

Ning Luochen sat in the small Secret Realm for half a day.

It wasn't until night that I remembered that he was now the temporary leader of the sect and had to deal with some internal affairs of the sect.

After all, it is one of the four sects, so there must be a lot of things on weekdays.

Otherwise, Mo Xian wouldn't be able to rush him out of seclusion.

Then let's take care of it for a few days.

After Gu Chenyuan and the others came back from Secret Realm, he would go out for some wandering.

Visit old friends.

Maybe if you relax your mind, you might be able to break through.

Ning Luochen took one step out of the small Secret Realm, and the first thing that caught his eye was the vermilion curtain hanging in the void.

Covering the sky and the sun, it stretches endlessly.

There are many writings on it.

Ning Luochen squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully.

The more I looked at it, the more surprised I became.

Who is this Xingyue Sect? Are the standards for recruiting disciples so harsh?

And all the recruitment documents were sent to his Pianmiao Sect?

Are you trying to poach someone?

Why didn’t Mo Xian, the previous acting sect leader, mention this matter?

Did it just happen in the past half day?

Thinking of this, Ning Luochen frowned, and a giant hand appeared out of thin air in front of him and slapped the vermilion curtain fiercely.

I thought that a full blow from his peak Immortal Venerable Realm Ninth Layer would definitely shatter this curtain.

Unexpectedly, after the giant hand touched the red light, it was like a mud cow falling into the sea.

Dissipated instantly and disappeared.

At the same time, a flash of red light suddenly came and hit Ning Luochen's chest.

Ning Luochen staggered, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The injury is not serious and he will recover in a day or two.

Except for Wen Renpeng of Central Continent, Zhu Semubu only punished those who dared to take action.

Of course, if you persist in your obsession and take action a second time, it will not end well.

Ning Luochen was stunned, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned and stared at the vermilion curtain.

The breath of the vermilion curtain has long been restrained, and he can't tell the grade.

He just had an intuition that if he attacked again, he would probably die without a burial place.

What the hell is going on?

After being shocked, Ning Luochen decided to find a disciple within the sect to ask about the situation.

After all, he had just come out of seclusion, so he probably didn't understand many things.

Ning Luochen flew up and left the back mountain.

then……

From the back mountain, we flew all the way to the sect master's hall, but we didn't meet any elders or disciples on the way...

You can't even feel the breath.

PS: The name of Ning Luochen, the ancestor of the Piaomiao Sect, comes from Baozi - the little cute Tuti, okay, I love you.