Volume 1, Chapter 234 Dongfang Qingzhu was in a trance for a day.

Kyushu Imperial City.

Two funeral bells sounded again from the Saint's Hall, seeming to be heavier than before.

The lamp keeper who was guarding the eternal lamp collapsed to the ground at this moment.

There was confusion in his eyes and a look of madness with a hint of fear on his face.

"This is impossible... absolutely possible."

On the lampstand that was dedicated to eternal light, the second and third lamps were completely extinguished.

A day later, two more saints died.

In the space of one month in Kyushu, seven saints died one after another.

This has never happened in the thousands of years of history of Jiuzhou.

And now the lamps that were extinguished were those of Dongfang Shuo and Wang Changsheng.

The two men who are known as the strongest in Kyushu.

In Zhulu Academy.

Liu Bai put down the book in his hand and looked at the sky in the distance.

"It seems that I am the only one left among these old guys."

He sighed sadly, stopped reading the book, and stood up and walked out the door.

On the main peak of Tiandaoyuan.

The Zhenlong Sect fired nine shots in a row.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"Wang Feng, the 98th generation disciple of Tiandao Academy, respectfully sends the old Heavenly Master to heaven!"

Around the mountain gate, countless disciples in Taoist robes knelt on one knee when they heard the bell ringing.

After nine rings of the Zhenlong Bell, the leader passed away.

Wang Changsheng died.

The long sword fell from Chao Xiao's hand.

His expression changes from cloudy to bright.

I received news yesterday that my grandfather Qi Qianqiu passed away, and the two great masters of Tiandao Academy also passed away.

The dragon-suppressing bell is ringing today.

My own master also passed away.

This news filled his mind deeply.

His master is the best in Kyushu.

How could he die?

How is that possible?

"ah........"

He roared to the heavens.

Rage attacks the heart.

Almost fainted.

He knelt on one knee and looked outside Zhulu City.

"My dear brother, how did you do it? How dare you kill my grandfather and then my mentor? You... you deserve to die!"

In the Second Prince’s Mansion.

Laughing wildly at Feng Dian.

“Hahahaha…hahaha…”

"Wang Changsheng is dead. It's a good death..."

In the palace.

The biological mother of the current eldest prince, also the Queen of Jiuzhou, collapsed on the phoenix bed.

He kept repeating, "This is impossible, this is impossible."

At the same time, the five great heavenly masters of the Tiandao Academy who were outside automatically deduced the news of Wang Changsheng's death in their sea of consciousness.

Their expressions tensed.

His face was full of disbelief.

Zhang He and his four companions, who were fighting with the five royal family members, left the battlefield as soon as possible.

"Go back to Tian Dao Temple..."

Wang Changsheng was dead, and this was a fact they could not accept.

Did they lose the battle at Shuiyunjian?

If not, how could the leader die?

Watching the four people leave in a hurry.

The five tribes’ elders have interesting facial features.

"What's wrong with them? They're so flustered."

The elder of the clan frowned. Although he was confused, he couldn't guess it.

He said, "Ignore it for now and head to Shuiyunjian at full speed."

Far away in the north.

Half Moon Residence.

Dongfang Qingzhu was still sitting in front of the mountain gate.

Looking at the sky of the northern gangster.

That direction was the direction Ye Tingmu left, and also the direction the ancestor left.

She looked a little haggard at this time.

It even has a bit of a low tone.

If Ye Tingmu saw it, he would be shocked.

This is no longer the lively and lovely Oriental Qingzhu.

There was now a hint of indifference on that originally peaceful little face.

Her eyes were red.

But no tears were shed.

Maybe the tears have dried up.

There were three figures standing behind her: Dongfang Yuan, Dongfang Qinghu, and a young woman who still had some charm.

The three of them had the same look of worry and sadness on their faces.

His eyes were full of heartache.

"It's been three days. Zhu'er can't kneel like this anymore. Will something happen?"

"Aunt, how could I not know, but I can't persuade her."

Dongfang Qinghu also frowned.

"I haven't eaten for three days. I'm afraid I can't take it anymore..."

Dongfang Shuo walked for three days, and Dongfang Qingzhu sat here for three days.

From beginning to end, it never moved.

She didn't drink a drop of water or say a word.

At first she was still crying, but later she simply stopped crying and just stared blankly at the sky in the distance.

Just when the three of them were sighing and had no idea what to do about the matter.

A golden light suddenly burst out from between Dongfang Qingzhu's eyebrows.

Then wrap it up.

The three of them looked tense and their expressions changed.

“What’s going on…?”

I saw the three people looking at me in surprise.

Dongfang Qingzhu was completely enveloped by this light.

Slowly float into the air.

Then ripples spread out.

Then, purple lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air around Dongfang Qingzhu.

Although it is electricity, it is extremely gentle.

Her hair and skirt are floating.

Dancing in the air.

Her aura was also changing rapidly.

Powerful energy waves surged wildly through her thin body.

Tempering the body·Opening the Yuan·Pneumatic·Closing and Combining·True Yuan, until it stays in the state of spiritual wandering.

Dongfang Yuan and the other two stood there in a daze, as if they had been struck by lightning.

The look of surprise on his face was as if he was stunned by a wooden chicken.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

How is it possible...

Dongfang Qinghu's Adam's apple moved.

"The realm of divine wandering."

Dongfang Yuan's eyes instantly turned red.

That's right, his daughter, the one the world called a waste, was now in a trance.

Such a result shocked and delighted him at the same time.

She can start practicing from today.

He came back to his senses from his daze.

The surprise in his eyes was slowly swallowed up by excitement and enthusiasm.

Instead, there was a look of relief and excitement.

"That's great! My Zhu'er...is no longer useless."

The young woman next to her covered her face and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, Dongfang Qingzhu fell to the ground.

The golden light curtain on her body slowly dissipated.

The current that was wandering like water waves also stopped moving.

She slowly opened her eyes, as if a gust of wind had blown out of nowhere.

The hair in front of her forehead was blown away, and a purple mark appeared between her eyebrows.

This mark is the same as Hua Zhilu's.

But they are different. Hua Zhilu's is peach blossom, while hers is purple lightning.

However, there was nothing there originally.

At this moment, purple lightning flashed in her eyes, looking particularly deep.

It also feels particularly cold.

She walked slowly towards the three people.

There was no sign of any emotion on that face.

Dongfang Yuan looked at his daughter. She seemed so familiar, yet so strange.

He asked, "Zhu'er, are you okay?"

Dongfang Qingzhu remained calm, and her bright eyes were peaceful and serene.

"Father, Third Grandfather, Little Grandma, Grandpa... are dead."

Her tone was flat and cold, without any fluctuation.

The three of them remained silent.

When Dongfang Shuo left here, they already knew the answer.

So at this moment, apart from a little distortion on their faces, the three of them did not have any extreme reactions.

"Father knows!"

Dongfang Qingzhu said: "Starting tomorrow, teach me how to practice."

"good......"

After saying that, Dongfang Qingzhu was the first to walk down the mountain. From beginning to end, she did not cry or make a fuss.

It was as if he was a completely different person.

It's so strange.

This day.

The people of Beimang City knew two things.

The Eastern Ancestor died.

Oriental Qingzhu was in a trance for a day.