The whole sect is reborn

"How did I hear that the Supreme Elder seemed to have had a daughter before..."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up—"

Yu Duanruo's screams were so panicked and frightened that she was like a thief, clinging to her only gold mine, afraid that anyone would tell the original owner of the gold mine!

Originally, everyone's attention was focused on the demon cultivator opposite, but with Yu Duanruo's loud roar, everyone's attention was attracted.

Even Zhu Fu was like this. She looked at Yu Duanruo who suddenly turned pale as if he had suffered a serious blow or was injured. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. Not only her, but also Jun Qinglun, who was very close.

People don't know what happened to their little junior sister.

In fact, everyone pays special attention to what is said about them. Even if it is just a quiet murmur or just a few strange looks, the person being stared at will feel it vaguely. What's more, they are sensitive.

Immortal cultivator. Therefore, even if the speaker is hidden among many immortal cultivators, there are many other noises nearby, and the person being stared at can feel it!

Jun Qinglun looked at Yu Duuruo with concern, thought for a moment, shielded her from the strange looks of others, and asked gently.

"Little junior sister, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Thinking that the junior sister might be feeling uncomfortable because of the dispute with the female cultivator just now, he quietly comforted Yu Duanruo behind the back of the others.

"Don't be angry, little junior sister. When you get back, you can choose as many items as you like from the storage ring, senior brother. Don't make yourself angry."

Yu Duanruo had already recovered from the dazed state at this time. Listening to the small voice in her ears, she felt that the voice was getting louder and louder, and it became more and more harsh, which made her even more nervous.

I can't help but start to have tinnitus!

However, when her senior brother looked at her with such concern, how could she make him worry?

So Yu Duanruo shook his head weakly.

"No, Senior Brother, I'm fine. I'm just a little unhappy for a while."

At this time, the monks who heard her words couldn't help but curl their lips. Can you yell at others just because you are unhappy? This junior sister of Lingyun Sect is really as spoiled as the legend says.

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However, since she was fine, the others didn't pay attention. They stared at the enemy who was about to make a move, everyone had their own plans in mind.

But Yu Duanruo didn't know that when she made such a fuss, the more she cared about this matter, the more people who disliked her would get the leverage, and they would continue to make a fuss about this matter.

After all, Yu Duanruo has offended countless people since she was a child because she didn't take others seriously. What's more, she didn't just offend some people because of her attitude.

In short, after this commotion, no one among the immortal monks present said anything idle. But once they leave the Demon Suppression Tower and return to their own territory, they don't know what they will say.

At this time, Zhu Fu had forgotten what the much-anticipated junior sister of Lingyun Sect had just said. She just stuck her head out to see what was surrounded by the three forces. Just as she got closer, Zhu Fu saw what was happening between the three.

There is an hourglass as high as a person arched in the middle, and the last trace of sand is falling now.

At this time, when the last wisp of sand fell, the door behind Zhu Fu and the others was about to close, but before it was about to close, a sharp gun tip pierced through, and the door let out a wail, which was delayed abruptly.

It took a while to close, and then someone was forced in from outside.

The door finally closed and quickly disappeared into the wall.

And that figure was also revealed at this time. Not surprisingly, it was the blue-horned demon clan.

At this time, some of the demon cultivators spoke impatiently.

"Lan Ming, the saint didn't ask you to be stationed on the seventh floor, why did you come up?"

This Lan Ming bloodline is not noble, and it is not even the strongest, but it unexpectedly caught the eyes of the Saint. They even doubted whether there was any pink deal in it, but they looked left and right, even if

Even with my blinded eyes, I couldn't see anything worth coveting in Lan Ming.

There are so many darlings of the Saint, and any one of them would be prettier than Lan Ming, right? What’s more, Lan Ming still has such a bad temper!

Sure enough, Lan Ming directly put the spear on his back and sneered unruly.

"I have completed the task assigned by the saint and blocked the immortal monks on the seventh floor. Now the barrier on the eighth floor is about to be closed and no one else can come in. Let me come and see what's going on? Are you worried that it will happen?

Not as good as you?"

"you?!"

The demon who spoke was about to get angry, but was stopped by others. In private, it was okay to fight no matter how hard they were alone, but in front of so many immortal monks and demon cultivators, they still had to show a little bit of demon

It means internal unity.

They bickered fiercely, and Zhu Fu listened with great interest, and took another look at the hourglass. It turned out that the test on the eighth level actually had a prerequisite, and it depended on time. When the fine sands in the big hourglass were finished, the competition would begin.

start.

At this time, the funnel had been emptied. Just when everyone was eager to try, an erratic figure suddenly appeared on the big funnel.

That was a Buddhist monk with eyebrows that were as white as his beard and were extremely long. His eyebrows were long, almost hanging down to his neck, and his white beard hung directly to his belly. He looked like a kind-hearted little old man. No.

People say that no one would believe that this little old man turned out to be the elder of the Endless Zen Temple who killed tens of thousands of demons in revenge for his disciples and was so fierce that he even wanted to sit at the intersection of immortals and demons with his corpse.

At this time, the old Buddha Xiu spoke kindly.

"I don't know how many Buddhist cultivators will be able to break into this place. The poor monk is very worried... But everyone has worked hard along the way. Isn't it easy?"

Zhu Fu nodded subconsciously. She had played several games before. Although it was not life-threatening, it was still very tiring.

Seeing Zhu Fu like this, Ling Junqian couldn't help but find it funny. This kid is just too honest. Who is not tired of the monks who have reached this point?

However, among the people present, only the Buddhist cultivators from Wuwu Chanyuan showed incomprehensible expressions. The others were not from their Wuwu Chanyuan, so they did not understand the elder’s temperament. But they all knew it clearly! Although this elder

He looks kind-hearted, but in fact, he is the elder of the Penalty Director of Endless Chanyuan! He is in charge of punishment!

Although he looks very kind, in fact, when the old man was in charge of the Penal Court, all the Buddhist cultivators could not help but tremble when they mentioned the Penal Court. Although this elder did not like to use bloody torture instruments to punish those who violated the rules.

Disciples, but often use various methods to make people exhausted and exhausted physically and mentally.