These ghostly painted female cultivators were like insane monks, each burdened with sin. However, when they regained consciousness, they were aware of the carnage they had caused.

From a standpoint, they are opposed to the creatures of this world, and even to the world itself.

But in terms of cognition, they are unified.

Therefore, this contradiction made Li Rulan feel complicated.

He looked at Lingfeng's scroll, slightly lost in thought.

Ling Feng, in the Way of Wind, was the most top-tier cultivator he had ever encountered, in terms of aptitude, character, and understanding. This even made Li Rulan want to take him in as her disciple, but she was a female cultivator of the Ghost Painting variety.

Although the disciples of Cangxia Sect have similar qualifications to Lingfeng, or even better than Lingfeng, they are still far behind in terms of character.

Unfortunately, although Li Rulan is a master of wind, he is powerless in certain matters.

Lu Qing and Yun Wan stood side by side.

The two were very close to Lingzhu, so close that they could see Lingzhu's flying hair.

Earlier, when Lu Qing and Yun Wan were not so familiar with each other, Ling Zhu, as a sober female ghost painter, took the initiative to find the two and tried to seek cooperation.

At the beginning, Lingzhu acted cautiously. After all, she was very afraid of Lu Qing and Yun Wan at that time.

However, in their subsequent interactions, she discovered that the two of them, as well as everyone in the Cangxia Sect, treated her as an ordinary cultivator and a member of the Cangxia Sect.

This made Lingzhu feel the warmth of home.

But now, it is a hasty farewell.

The pain kept flowing back and accumulating, making it difficult for her to spare some of her energy to maintain her condition and say goodbye to Lu Qingyunwan properly.

Now, all our energy must be focused on performing the technique of returning.

Theoretically, this return technique required the joint efforts of forty-eight ghost painting female cultivators to activate. Of course, when performing it together, each ghost painting female cultivator only needed to exert very little effort.

When a female ghost painter is unable to perform spells on her own, as long as she is present, the remaining female ghost painters can continue to perform spells, but it will be more difficult.

If Lingzhu were to perform the spell alone, it would be extremely difficult due to the painful reflux, and the success rate would be less than 50%.

But fortunately Linglan was there to share the pressure!

White light appeared on both of their bodies. In this state, the smell in the wind was no longer the usual pungent odor, but a fresh scent like the air above the clouds.

According to Yun Wan, the smell is somewhat similar to the one when crossing a space crack.

The white light of the scroll and the white light on the formation echoed with each other and intertwined together, like a gushing spring, constantly surging upwards.

After surging upwards for a distance.

The white light stagnated in the sky, then gradually began to outline the shape of a circle. Strands of white light began to slowly rotate around the circle, slowly forming a vortex.

But suddenly, one of the two figures in front of Lu Qing seemed to lose consciousness and fell to the ground! !

Linglan can't hold on any longer!

The white light on her body was like a broken electric wire in a thunderstorm, swinging continuously, and the electric arcs constantly radiating from the top of the wire were also announcing a daunting danger.

Everyone's heart sank.

But in this situation, no one dared to check the situation.

After all, people's understanding of the weird is not deep.

Even Geng Qiaoer, who had the deepest knowledge of weird things, was stunned for several seconds. Finally, she turned her gaze to Lu Qing.

"Lingzhu?" Lu Qing shouted.

Lingzhu did not answer, but quickly mobilized its own white light, then separated a strand, pulling Linglan and dragging her into the formation.

After completing this set of movements, the white light on Lingzhu's body dimmed instantly!

The next second, she also lowered her body and fell down.

Yun Wan took a step forward, but was stopped by Lu Qing.

Because Lingzhu was only half-kneeling on the ground, the white light guided by his hand was regaining stability.

"Linglan barely had any rest when she was guarding Lingmei in the strange world. It's amazing that she could hold on until she could start using magic with Lingzhu." Lu Qing sighed.

"Then Lingzhu, what is she...?"

"She must have been practicing this technique since the day she found us."

In the sky, a dark dot has appeared in the center of the white light vortex.

This dark spot should be the channel connecting to their original world.

However, this channel has not yet been fully formed!

Lingzhu slowly stood up.

Everyone present was worried for her.

However, just before she was about to straighten up, the white light suddenly flashed a few times.

The spiritual bamboo lost its radiance and fell down! !

The vortex of white light also lost its guidance at this moment!!

Before falling to the ground, Lingzhu turned around and looked in the direction of Lu Qing. There was only a hint of pleading in his eyes that were full of pain and fatigue.

Lu Qing knew that they were asking Lu Qing to help them get rid of the trouble.

For a moment, Lu Qing almost released the power of a sect leader.

But Lu Qing still stopped.

We can’t let all our efforts go to waste!

We must not let all our efforts go to waste!

And Geng Qiaoer thought so too.

She braided the wires into a strand and emitted a beam of the same white light!!

The white light merged with the ghost painting female cultivator's white light, causing the shaking vortex to stabilize again! !

But that was all she could do.

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