novelraw Chapter 1294: Congratulations on the return of Xuanling ancestors
Chapter 1294: Congratulations on the return of Xuanling ancestors
Next, just like Wu Zihua's transformation before, Lingqiang also had a major transformation.
His long hair that was fixed with a hairpin was not tied, and his black hair was dangled at will, moving with the wind, and the evil charm and laziness were released in an instant, and his tall and straight figure revealed a noble and natural aura.
His casual clothes disappeared, transforming into a red robe at a flickering speed.
A beauty with long red hair, a long jade body, a handsome face, a faint golden light flashing in his eyes, and a red mole on the forehead, which is even more enchanting and evil.
"Venerable Profound Spirit!"
The voice of the spiritual sky was low and domineering, shocking the entire Yunshan Mountain.
As soon as he said this, there was an ear-piercing roar from the depths of the Yunshan Mountain, accompanied by human painful neighs.
The sound was short and rapid, and faded quickly, too fast to be grasped.
Ling Qiong twisted his eyebrows lightly, with a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the depths of Yunshan.
There seemed to be something beckoning him there, eagerly and mournfully, with the thought of the sky, he flew up, ready to rush into Yunshan.
"Spirit dome!"
Seeing that he was leaving, Gu Jin hurriedly called out.
The leaving figure of Lingqiang stopped.
"Qingyunzong's 18th generation disciple, Wu Zihua has met his uncle!"
Wu Zihua knelt on the ground respectfully and bowed a big gift, reluctantly before.
"Qingyun Sect disciple Wu Gan has seen Venerable Xuanling and welcomes the return of the ancestors!"
Wu Gan followed his father to kneel on the ground and bowed.
"Qingyunzong disciple..."
Other Qingyunzong disciples also knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.
Their expressions were pleasantly surprised and complicated, and more panicked.
They actually did something to the ancestors, the thousand-year-old Venerable Spirit Seeker is already the first person in the spiritual world.
The monks are now declining, and the world of spiritual practice for a thousand years is no longer what it used to be. In this era of scarce spiritual energy, their ancestors are undoubtedly the first people in this world.
I only hope that Venerable Xuanling can forgive their presumptuousness before and lead the sect to flourish.
They have been hiding at the foot of Yunshan Mountain for so many years, and they dare not enter the world because they are waiting for the return of their ancestors.
Qing Yunzong can only shine more brightly in the hands of Venerable Xuanling.
The spirit dome was floating in the void, and he slowly turned around, condescendingly looking at Gu Jin standing on the ground.
Facing her worried and restless eyes, Ling Qiong's solemn face gradually eased because of Gu Jin's unconscious expression, and his lips curled up slightly.
"Girl, come with me."
Ling Qiong stretched out a slender, white and beautiful hand, with a soft aura all over his body.
His complexion was gentle and doting, and his eyes were full of affection.
Staring at Void's extended hand, Gu Jin only hesitated for a moment, tapped his toes, flew away, and came to Lingqiong.
She put her hand in the big slender and white hand.
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Ling Qiong held Gu Jin's hand, as if holding the most precious everything in the world.
He swept towards the Qingyunzong disciple who knelt down from a condescending position, his sight finally fell on Wu Zihua.
"Get up, Wu Zihua opens the Yunshan formation, the deity wants to enter the mountain!"
"Yes!"
Wu Zihua got up immediately.
Regardless of his son behind him and all the disciples of Qingyunzong, he flew to the three ancient trees on the side of Yunshan Mountain.
Under everyone's gaze, Wu Zihua stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand and swiped lightly towards the spread left hand.
The aura cut through the flesh and blood, and the bright red color slowly dripped. Wu Zihua immediately pressed the bleeding wound on the ancient tree.
Next, everyone saw a magical scene.
The three dry old trees that are connected live in an instant, the dry branches gradually turn green, and green leaves are growing.
The trees were sucking Wu Zihua's blood, the speed was crazy, and Wu Zihua's face became pale.
While providing blood supply, while urging his spiritual power, he cast spells at 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 shook frantically, without 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 together, blooming with dazzling light.
Ling Qiong and Gu Jin floated in the void. When the dazzling light was emitted, Ling Qiong reached out to cover the eyes of the people around them.
The powerful force entangled between the four ancient trees, as if consciously, flew straight to the formation.
Just listen to the huge roar, the sound is harsh and shocking.
Wu Zihua spit out a big mouth of blood. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeves embarrassingly. With the help of his son Wu Gan, he walked forward a few steps.
He kneeled on the ground properly, and his voice was respectful and pious: "Uncle, the formation has been opened, and his old man is on the mountain. He has been waiting for you for seven hundred years."
Ling Qiong looked down and frowned tightly.
Wu Rong, a cultivator of the **** stage, has a life span of tens of thousands of years. If there is nothing wrong with him, he will not hand over Qingyunzong to a disciple who has just stepped into the Golden Core stage.
He stretched his hand to Wu Zihua, and a golden light flew away.
Wu Zihua originally lost too much blood and had a weak body. 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 in a deep voice: "Tell the deity what has happened over the past thousand years, what happened to Junior Brother Wu Rong, why did Qing Yunzong fall to this point!"
"Disciples obey orders!"
Wu Zihua got up, and in the shortest words, returned to the sky of spirit.
"Over the past thousand years, the master has led Qingyunzong to hide and no longer enter the world in accordance with the instructions of the master. The disciples only know that the master has been busy with the tasks that you have explained. A retreat is three hundred years, and the master said that three hundred years will be enough for you to show up."
Lingqiong's complexion was dark, and the light in his eyes was dull and unclear.
In other words, it was all his orders that Qingyun Sect had fallen to where it is now.
Junior Brother Wu Rong was also not allowed to practice in retreat because of the tasks he confided and encountered a lot of trouble.
If it's a small trouble, he believes that the younger brother in the cultivation stage will definitely be able to solve it.
He must have been seriously injured after three hundred years of retreat.
It was all because of him, but Ling Qiong didn't remember it at all.
"You lead the way!"
He decided to go up the mountain first and then talk about it.
"Disciples obey orders!"
Wu Zihua flew up with his disciples and led the way.
Gu Jin also left with Lingqiong.
Before leaving, she told Linda and others to stand by.
Even if the Darwinians can keep up with their speed, this is the Qingyunzong after all, and outsiders will always be rejected if they step in.
...
Deep in Yunshan, Qingyunzong.
Inside this magnificent, antique and magnificent palace, it is empty and silent.
In the side hall not far away, there was a roar of pain.
Just by listening to his voice, you can feel the pain, hoarse and unbearable of the waste.
In the side hall, a man dressed in white sat on the bed with his eyes closed, his head sweating profusely, and a hoarse scream in his mouth.
He opened his white shirt, and his chest was bloody, and when he looked closely, there was nothing there.
The man has no heart.