These venerables and disciples who escaped death looked around at the collapsed statue of the Divine Ancestor Tongxuan and the two or three remaining cats and kittens. Each of them had a look of confusion and fear about the future.
There were only three venerables left, but they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.
A disciple limped to one of the venerables and said, "Venerable Platinum, should we report..."
"shut up!"
The disciple was interrupted by the Venerable before he could finish what he wanted to say.
The disciple at the back was a little dazed, looking at the venerable in front of him with a face full of tension and fear.
The venerable looked at his disciple and said in a panic, "I know what you want to say. Don't even think about it. We are lucky to have escaped death this time."
As the venerable stood up and said, "We were originally accepted into the Tongxuan Holy Land. We just came here to cultivate for a period of time. After one day, there will be no Tongxuan Holy Land in the world, and I will no longer be the venerable of the Tongxuan Holy Land. Everyone, we will meet again if we are destined to do so!"
After the venerable monk finished speaking, he didn't care about his injuries, stood up and staggered away towards the sky.
The remaining two venerables also stood up and flew towards the horizon, leaving behind a dozen disciples who looked at each other in bewilderment. Seeing that the three venerables had all run away, these disciples did not dare to stay any longer and fled down the mountain one after another.
When a saint passed away, heaven and earth wept, but then a golden lotus was bestowed from heaven, and heaven and earth congratulated him. Such strange and bizarre phenomena left countless powerful people in this world baffled.
But they were just sure of one thing, that something big had happened.
In the depths of a secret place somewhere, an old man with white hair and beard opened his cloudy eyes, which burst into golden light, and looked in the direction of Tongxuan Holy Land.
His expression was sometimes solemn, sometimes doubtful.
After hesitating for a long time, the old man sent out a golden light, which turned into a scroll and flew out.
There were more than one person who had the same action as this old man, and the entire Shenlong world became lively because of this big event.
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In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Zhaojun looked at the strange phenomenon in the distant sky and was secretly worried.
"Your Majesty, please go back to the palace first. You have been standing here for several hours since Senior Su left!"
The blue bird came to Wu Zhaojun and said something worriedly.
"I...well, I can't stand here now."
After Wu Zhaojun came back to her senses, she nodded, but she did not go to rest. Instead, she walked towards the government hall on the side, saying as she walked: "Have the cultivation of those holy land disciples who fell into the water been wasted?"
"Your Majesty, don't waste us. Those disciples and even the venerables have been beaten to death by Senior Su. No one survived."
The blue bird said to Wu Zhaojun behind her.
"Okay, I understand. You can summon all the ministers to Fengyi Palace to discuss it."
"Also, carve a statue of Mr. Su out of the spirit stone at the fastest speed. If possible, tell others that it is... the statue of Sword Saint Su Lingfeng!"
"After it is built, it will be placed outside our Fengyi Palace, and all court officials will be required to pay homage to Mr. Su before going to court."
Wu Zhaojun talked as she walked.
"Ah? Senior Su is a saint? Or a swordsman?"
The bluebird's mouth opened wide instantly, with a look of disbelief on its face.
"Bluebird, I actually don't know how strong Mr. Su's true realm is. But he once promised me that he could solve this problem. I... believe in Mr. Su!"
"If Mr. Su can solve this problem, then he is a true saint. If not... our Great Zhou Dynasty will be buried with Mr. Su under the revenge of the Holy Land. So... whether we can live or not depends on Mr. Su."
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