With the breath of Lu Jiu's lack of knowledge flowing slowly, a feeling of exhaustion swept through his heart.

Lu jiuque gently closed his eyes, things around him quietly changed, gradually blurred, and gradually clear.

What is fuzzy is the virtual form of things, and what is clear is the breath of things.

For example, the voice of the disciples' murmuring, the dark sound of the impact of the wind on the wings of the swift wind cloud bird, and even the frequency of people's heart beating, etc

These complicated information constructed a strange and familiar world, all of which poured into Lu jiuque's mind and dragged her into a very mysterious situation. She became more and more sleepy and seemed to wake up as if she were drunk.

"The ninth Emperor kisses her and drowns her

Lu jiukuo as if bewitched, fan Mengmeng looked at him, revealed a sweet smile, really relaxed himself, like a cat, the whole person curled up in his arms.

Emperor ten Fang looks at her soft and delicate appearance, in the heart loves extremely.

He closed her long hair and hid her charming sleeping face. Then he said to the people who were nervous and looked at Lu jiuque: "she is asleep. Go back to the zongmen with all your strength."

Asleep?!

The disciples looked at Lu jiuque's small head lying on the chest of the emperor's ten sides, and felt a burst of bitterness and awe.

Ah, it's all because of them that Lu jiukui is so tired. Let her have a good rest. They will surely send her back to zongmen safely!

On the way, Lu jiuque slept soundly, and his disciples were as fast as lightning.

No one stopped to yell tired, nor dare to cry tired, eager to return to the zongmen in the next moment.

After a short period of five days, they finally saw the Mountain Gate of douhunzong, which was half of the time in the past. Everyone was almost exhausted.

In order to let Lu jiuque return to the ancestral gate to have a rest as soon as possible, they really took out the strength to suckle!

They constantly force themselves to move forward and forward. When a person is tired, the second one will immediately make up for it, and the person will seize all the time to practice and supplement the star soul power.

In this way, all the disciples were busy as if they were on top of the top. They didn't even have time to breathe. Unexpectedly, they had an unexpected harvest.

When the disciples turn down from the back of the swift wind cloud bird, in addition to the feeling of fatigue emanating from the bones, what is more surprising is that they have been promoted to a level of star soul power!

"God! My star power has been improved

"Heaven and earth! Me too

"Ha ha! Me too, me too! "

……

Among them, Han Chengyu is the most powerful one!

After experiencing the feeling of life and death, he has touched the barrier of the third level star soul division!

Although he has a good talent, he has been stuck in the peak of the second level star soul division for three years.

It's very short for ordinary practitioners to attack the third level star soul master in three years. It's just a monster. But for a genius like Han Chengyu, even if it's humiliating.

He watched his fellow brothers break through one after another, crushing his pride with cruel reality.

When he lost to the bottom, it was yuan Qinglian who comforted him, so he attached to her in a special way.

Just when he thought he might break through hopelessness in his life, the miracle came like this!

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