The Chiyan Sect's foundation has now been taken away by the Tianyan Sect, and the sect's Jindan masters are being hunted down with a bounty on their heads. There is really no point in staying here.
It would be a wise choice to take the opportunity to leave and save yourself for a way out.
This Wen Changyan seems to be from Cangyue Peak.
A glimmer of light flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes.
She has no good feelings towards the Chiyan Sect, but has a friendship with Cangyue Peak.
Not to mention the rumor that the leader of Cangyue Peak tried every possible way to save her during the negotiations at Fangcunji that day, even Lin Beilan's undisguised attitude of protection, although useless, was genuine.
At least...if Lu Zhu were still alive, there would be someone who cared about him and loved him.
A hint of tenderness flashed across Xiang Sheng's eyes, but then quickly returned to being cold.
She waved her sleeves to cast a warning barrier, concealing the layers of white mist that gathered behind her and sank into her brows.
In the misty space, a phantom stood up again, and a flying sword appeared in his hand. As the seals changed, the flying sword shot out like lightning.
"Flying Sword Technique" external sword-refining technique!
Xiang Sheng stared closely at the shadow's movements with an extremely focused expression.
In full view of everyone, she quietly absorbed the aura of the token and began to practice.
She wanted to use these spirit tablets for trading, but she never said that she would leave the aura of enlightenment to them.
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At the same time, the true disciples of the upper-level sects had all received the message, and for a time, there was a commotion among the teams of each sect.
Xiang Hongyu probably never thought that one day he would become famous in the Dongzhou cultivation world in this way.
In a corner of the maze, the Chiyan Sect team all sat cross-legged on the ground, with the six true disciples among them.
Lin Beilan put down the emergency communication talisman and immediately looked at the pale young man next to Dong Jinghuan with a strange expression.
The pale young man sensed the gaze and turned around, asking respectfully, "Why are you staring at me, Senior Sister Lin?"
This young man was none other than Xiang Hongyu, whom Xiang Sheng had been searching for for a long time.
But compared to a month ago, he was now much thinner, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and he looked like a sickly mortal.
Lin Beilan always felt that Xiang Hongyu's gaze was malicious. He turned his eyes away uncomfortably and waved his sleeve to reveal the contents of the communication talisman. "See for yourself."
The golden characters of the communication talisman appeared, and everyone was shocked when they saw it.
"Junior Brother Xiang is being hunted down with a bounty on his head?"
"Who has such a grudge against Junior Brother?"
"A casual cultivator actually had the ability to integrate the token into the maze's stone walls? Don't you think it's strange, fellow practitioners?"
“…”
Everyone was talking about it, but Dong Jinghuan looked at the content of the communication talisman without saying a word.
The only person who could do such a thing and offer a reward for Xiang Hongyu's death could be Xiang Chang, who never plays by the rules.
She actually dared to come here. Isn't she afraid of her identity being exposed and seeking her own death?
But when he thought about it, it had been almost five months since Xiang Hongyu had planted the furnace and cauldron technique.
If Xiang Sheng delays any further, he will eventually die. Instead of waiting for death, he might as well fight to the death.
Thinking of this, Xiang Hongyu secretly admired him, but... it was just admiration.
He is busy taking care of himself, so how can he have the time to care about other people's affairs?
"Brother Xiang, what's going on?"
Shu Gaoming waited for a while, and seeing that Dong Jinghuan still didn't ask, he had no choice but to speak up.
"Senior Brother Shu, cough cough..."
Xiang Hongyu covered his chest and coughed twice, "I'm so sorry, I roughly knew the identity of that casual cultivator and that it was related to my Xiang family's opportunity, but I didn't expect... that person would chase here for a little opportunity."
"How can you call this opportunity of helping someone quickly form a pill just a small one? Junior Brother Xiang, please don't underestimate yourself."
Shu Gaoming's smile was filled with deeper meaning, "Junior Brother Xiang should be thankful that this upper level is not a maze, but a maze array.
The four elements in the formation are reversed. As long as you focus on hiding, others will have no way to find you. Otherwise, Junior Brother Dong will not have to think about how to break this ultimate formation, but how to choose your life or death.
"Brother Shu, this is wrong."
Lin Beilan snorted coldly. Although he disliked the temperament that Xiang Hongyu showed, he still refuted him:
"Cultivation is inherently against the will of Heaven, and conflict with others is inevitable. If everyone were as heartless as Senior Brother Shu, who would want to form a sect to cultivate together? It would be better to just become an independent cultivator."
Shu Gaoming was choked, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Junior Sister Lin is still so angry."
Shu Gaoming's indifferent reaction was like a punch on cotton. Lin Beilan felt extremely uncomfortable and could only angrily say, "Senior Brother Shu, you are still so disgusting!"
Shu Gaoming smiled but didn't answer. A flash of purple light flashed in his eyes, and after a moment's glance at Xiang Hongyu, he suddenly said, "Junior Brother Xiang has turned a disaster into a blessing, achieving the Golden Elixir. He seems to have calmed down a lot, too. It's truly a cause for celebration."
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