The whole sect is reborn

Ling Junqian stood there blankly, looking at his own body on the ground. He couldn't react for a moment. After a while, he remembered to see his disciples. But at this time, time had passed quickly.

He saw with his own eyes that his disciples were threatened by those immortal and demonic cultivators who threatened the lives of their fellow disciples, brothers and sisters, and he devoted all his efforts to continue doing things for them.

He saw that his third disciple Mo Huizhen, who had the softest heart, had to use a large number of monsters and spiritual beasts to do things for those people and died tragically. He even watched his fifth disciple Mu Xingshu, who was the weakest in health, vomiting blood while doing his best.

When making the Talisman and Seal Formation Disk, I am afraid that they will abuse my little junior sister who does not know whether she is alive or dead...

But what Ling Junqian saw most clearly was the young disciple Zhu Fu who was suffering in Xiamoyuan.

He, this young disciple, has been everyone's favorite since he came to the Wuji Sect, and he is not willing to let her suffer at all. But now, in the empty Xia Mo Abyss, he has become an ordinary person

The little disciple dragged his crippled hands and feet to crawl to survive. He had no food or drink. He could only eat the dirt on the ground and drink the black water seeping out of the ground...

In the end, he had no choice but to eat his own flesh and drink his own blood.

Ling Junqian's whole body was trembling.

If he knew that this young disciple would live a life worse than death, he might as well take Zhu Fu away with him!

But no matter how painfully Ling Junqian struggled, he could only watch everything in front of him.

The only thing that comforted him was that the young disciple did not give up hope of living even in such a difficult predicament. Whether the light in her eyes was due to hatred or concern for her senior brothers and sisters, at least she did not give up.

Even during the days when she went to the Demon Abyss, the blood of immortals and demons in her body was successfully stimulated. It was only at this time that Ling Junqian realized that the young disciple actually had two sets of spiritual veins and two sets of spiritual roots. In addition to the abolished Dantian Zi

Outside the house, this child actually has a complete set of Dantian spiritual veins!

There is nothing but endless dark demonic energy in the Demonic Abyss. And this just stimulates the demonic bloodline in Zhu Fu's body.

Ling Junqian watched with his own eyes that Zhu Fu had gone through arduous training and finally climbed out again after three years. However, it was still a step too late.

The other six disciples originally thought that their hard work for the enemy could be exchanged for the safety of their little junior sister. However, when they accidentally learned that the little junior sister had been destroyed in Dantian Zifu and even her hands and feet three years ago, and then thrown into the Lower Demonic Abyss

After waiting to die, the six of them will have nothing to worry about!

Even those immortal cultivators and demon cultivators never imagined that the six disciples of the Wuji Sect who thought they had smoothed their edges would one day completely explode.

Just half a month before Zhu Fu came out of Xiamoyuan, an unprecedented riot occurred in the Jinyuan world.

That day, countless violent monsters with blood-red eyes came overwhelmingly, covering almost half of the Jinyuan world.

The luster of the formation kept flickering, and for a moment the monks who came to imprison the Wuji Sect people after hearing the news couldn't tell how many formation plate talisman seals Mu Xingshu had made!

At the same time, there were countless riots caused by the self-destruction of spiritual weapons. Every time a spiritual weapon exploded, the culprits felt heartache. Those were hard-won first-grade spiritual weapons!

Then there is the 'Yanxiu' garment of the eldest disciple Zhong Kelian. Every time it flashes, there is a large area of ​​monks who have been cursed to death.

Ling Junqian watched this scene quietly, and then smiled bitterly for a long time. When he met the three siblings before, he knew that Zhong Kelian was hiding something from him. Unexpectedly, he was actually dreamed of by that kid Zhu Fu. Zhong Kelian

Ke Lian actually single-handedly changed the family's "Yanxiu" clothing, but he didn't expect it to be used here...

In short, the chaos of that day directly wiped out nearly half of the monks who besieged them, until in the end, all six of his disciples died of exhaustion!

The six self-destructing light groups that lit up one after another almost blinded Ling Junqian.

But this is not the most painful thing. What makes Ling Junqian feel the most painful is that his little disciple who tried his best to climb out of the Lower Demon Abyss through all kinds of hardships found out as soon as he came out that all the people he was fighting for turned out to be

already dead!

Just half a month ago! I died because I no longer had any worries in my heart after learning the news that I was ‘dead’. I put everything I had into it and died!

The young disciple's helpless and hasty cry that echoed throughout the world almost made Ling Junqian collapse.

In the midst of endless collapse, Ling Junqian asked in tears!

Why?! Why does the Wuji Sect always treat people well, but fails to produce good results?

What on earth did they do wrong?!

"Ahem!"

Ling Junqian woke up choking on his own tears. It was also the first time he knew that he could cry so miserably. Tears and snot flowed all over his face, and even poured into his nose, directly choking him awake.

He reached out and touched his cheek, and found that there were cold tears on his face. Ling Junqian was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses from the illusion that was so real that he realized that this was not a dream.

Slowly supporting his body to sit up, Ling Junqian felt that his body was so weak that he could hardly sit up. But fortunately, he was able to sit up with support.

Then, the first move he could make was to rush over and check on his disciples one by one.

He stretched out his trembling fingers to test the disciples' breathing. When he found that they all had warm breaths instead of cold corpses, Ling Junqian withdrew his fingers as if he had been burned and fell to the ground.

Then he covered his mouth and nose, crying and laughing, his face covered with tears and runny nose, but he did not dare to make a sound.

Still alive...

Still alive!

His disciples are still alive!

And each one of them is so healthy, lively and full of vitality, instead of being squeezed out of all their energy and carrying such a blood feud and so dark and hateful that it seems like even their breath is soaked in poison!

They are still alive and well!

This is better than anything else.

Ling Junqian raised his eyes and looked at the roof above his head. He seemed to see the gods and Buddhas through his tears and the roof.

Obviously he himself is a cultivator of immortality and does not believe in such gods and Buddhas that only ordinary people can believe in. However, at this moment, he still couldn't restrain his trembling thanks.

Thank God for allowing his disciples to live well...

Of course, all this must be thanked by another person.

At this moment, his six sleeping disciples also made noises and woke up one after another.

Ling Junqian quickly wiped away his tears and nose, and when he took a closer look, he found that the faces of the disciples were full of surprise, pain and resentment, and he probably had some confidence in his heart.

It seems that the scene just now was not just seen by myself.

"Master!"

"Little junior sister!"

"Big brother!"

…

There were exclamations one after another, and the six disciples of the Wuji Sect almost jumped up from the ground. When they saw the familiar and unfamiliar brothers, sisters and master, these monks, even if they had decades of memories, were still

I couldn't help but look at each other in silence, and then burst into tears.

Obviously, only half an hour had passed, but at this moment, they looked at their relatives who had gone through a lot of hardships for no reason, and suddenly they felt a strange feeling.

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

However, they are indeed familiar with each other, whether it was decades ago or now.

I don't know who made the move first, but everyone followed almost subconsciously, and then hugged each other tightly and tightly.

They hugged each other so tightly, as if they were strangling each other's bones and blood, but no one felt any pain. It was as if only in this suffocatingly tight embrace could they feel each other's living breath.

The red sun on the chests of everyone in the Wuji Sect gathered together at this moment, seeming to illuminate each other and this small world.

It's good to be alive.