Chapter 1295

"Ah, ah, ah

The man suddenly uttered pain, desperation, roar, mouth out of bright red.

His closed eyes suddenly open, eyes in a blank, no emotion, just like a puppet in general.

His body trembled, supporting his collapsing body.

Seems to feel something, the man suddenly looked up, staring at the gate of the side hall.

It's full of blood color, sexy lips, a smile, evil and weird.

"Elder martial brother, you are here at last." The man whispered softly.

There is hope in the voice of despair, and some happiness.

This person is Wu Rong, the last leader of Qingyun sect.

His face was clear and handsome, his expression was like walking on thin ice, and his eyes were as calm as water.

Rong Wu raised his hand to wipe the blood color on his lips, pulled his white clothes, covered the blood hole in his chest, and supported his weak body to the ground.

With trembling legs, he walked to the back of the side hall, slowly and heavily.

There are tasks assigned to him by elder martial brother.

……

After the array is opened, Gu Jin, lingqiong, Wu Zihua and others step into Yunshan and see another scene.

Standing at the foot of the hillside, they can see that although Yunshan is not small, its area is less than that of a peak in Qingyun village thousands of years ago.

The crowd floated in the void to enter the endless 72 mountain peaks and 36 caves.

There is a strong aura in the air. This is undoubtedly the most suitable place for monks to practice.

All the auras around him gathered in a mountain peak, as if they were deliberately guided away.

Wu Zihua pointed to the suspension bridge to qingyunzong and said in a low voice: "uncle, our accomplishments are not enough. We can only walk from the suspension bridge to qingyunzong."

This means that he can only send Xuanling here.

The spirit dome stretched out his hand to hold Gu Jin's waist, staring at the middle of the 72 peaks, where is the main hall.

It is the place where all auras of Qingyun sect gather.

Qingyunzong has 72 peaks, 36 caves, each peak, the peak owner of each cave, at least the monk Yuanying.

How powerful was Qingyun sect in those days, but now it's empty. There are no more seventy-two peaks and thirty-six caves.

There is no breath of living people detected by the divine consciousness of the spiritual vault.

His eyes were light and cold.

The spirit dome Ni gave Wu Zihua a look, his eyes were as bright as fire, and the corners of his mouth were almost invisible. He said, "I'll go ahead and wait for you in the main hall."

Words fall, he embraces Gu Jin to quickly go to 72 peak main hall, figure in a twinkling of an eye disappear in public eyes.

Wu Zihua, Wu Qian and his son, as well as the disciples of Qingyun sect behind him, are absolutely astonished.

"Father, let's go."

Wu Qian stepped forward and reminded him.

"Go

When Wu Zihua spoke, they immediately stepped onto the suspension bridge to qingyunzong.

They don't have enough accomplishments. If they want to enter the sect, they have to walk.

The suspension bridge is full of crisis, but it will not take people's lives. Every time we get to the suspension bridge and reach the zongmen, there will always be a lot of harvest.

This road can test the monk's ability and mood.

If you are pure hearted, every time you pass the suspension bridge, you will get unexpected results.

To improve one's accomplishments, or to have an epiphany.

……

Lingqiong and Gu Jin fly to the main hall of Qingyun sect.

Two people landed, standing in front of the resplendent main hall, a white light flashed, fast towards two people.

"Girl!"

The spirit dome perceives the danger and pushes Gu Jin away for the first time.

Gu Jin also sensed the danger, and his palm's spiritual power suddenly rose and flew to the spirit dome.

They retreated a few meters away.

The white light that came towards them fell on the door of the main hall.

The door of the main hall, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, was slowly opened because of the impact of the white light.

"Elder martial brother, you've done me a lot of harm. You've kept me waiting for you for thousands of years."

A deep voice, from a distance, mixed with sigh and helplessness.

The spirit dome looks back and looks along the sound source.

So is Gu Jin.

Before a man comes, a voice comes first.

A white figure flashed from the side hall behind the main hall peak.

The black hair was pulled up by a white jade hairpin, and the man in white flashing red pattern was from far to near.

With each other close, Ling dome and Gu Jin clearly see the man's face.

He floats in the sky with a cool look. He is as handsome and elegant as an immortal in white. His appearance is like a banished immortal, which is dazzling and admirable.

Lingqiong raised his eyes and looked up at the person who was nearly 100 meters away from him.

His face is soft, and his lips are slightly crooked: "younger martial brother."

The voice has an unspeakable closeness.

Wu Rong floated in the void, closed her eyes and sighed: "elder martial brother."After that, he flew down and stood in front of lingqiong and Gujin.

Wu Rongqing, the 17th generation leader of yunzong, was one of the top ten masters in the spiritual world thousands of years ago.

At the age of 18, he built the foundation, at the age of 30, he became a Buddhist monk, and at the age of 60, he entered Yuanying. But in 300 years, he became a great power of transforming God and cultivating.

The speed of his cultivation is second only to that of the Xuanling.

The spirit dome stares at the younger martial brother who has not been seen for a thousand years. Suddenly, his joy disappears, his eyes are light, and he looks like walking on thin ice.

"Younger martial brother, why did your cultivation regress so far?"

In the twinkling of an eye, Wu Rong's cultivation has fallen back to Yuanying.

The spirit dome just one eye, see his body weak, and the top of the head linger light dead spirit.

Wu Rong is cool and handsome. He has no mood fluctuation. His eyes are light and his voice is gentle: "elder martial brother, why don't you go into the main hall and have a look? Your memory of thousands of years is in the hall."

The spirit dome hears the speech, the pupil in the eye shrinks slightly, turn a head to look inside the main hall that the hall door opens greatly.

There was a flash of gold, floating in the center of the hall, as if sensing his existence, struggling to rush towards him.

My younger martial brother's cultivation is backward. He lives in the seventy-two peaks of the gate, and the thirty-six caves are empty.

What did he do a thousand years ago?

Lingqiong is eager to know all this.

He released Gu Jin's hand and stepped into the main hall with heavy steps.

Wu Rong watched him enter the main hall and walked slowly to Gu Jin.

From the beginning, he noticed the existence of this woman.

Close up, finally see clearly Gu Jin's exquisite and beautiful appearance.

"Luoyu fairy, long time no see."

Wu Rong has a familiar voice, just like facing an old acquaintance.

Gu Jin Mou Guang is surprised, tiny side head: "I am not Luo Yu."

She has a low voice and no mood.

Wu Rong seriously looked at her, as if to see what, a low smile: "Luoyu fairy is still so interesting."

Gu Jin frowned slightly, and didn't like Wu Rong's attitude.

She is Gu Jin, not Luo Yu.

Even if the soul of millennium is Luoyu, she is only Gu Jin now.

Wu Rong took a deep look at Gu Jin and said in a low voice: "if Luoyu is five thousand years old, there will be no Gu Jin now. Everything you have now is for you by your elder martial brother in a sea of blood. Whether Luoyu or Gu Jin is good, you are the one that your elder martial brother will protect even if he pays for distraction."

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