Above the big pit, a gate of demonic energy gradually began to shrink.
Although the high priest did not rescue those eighth-level demon lords, he naturally would not give up on these eighth-level peak demon lords.
When he saw that the situation was hopeless, he used the Demonic Gate to rescue all the eighth-level Demon Lords in the area.
Wow!
A white jade pillar emitting the aura of peak combat power continued to shrink and returned to the hands of a man in white clothes, white hair, and a gentle face.
His aura was clearly at the peak of the eighth level, and he could only mobilize a portion of the power of the artifact, but it was enough to drive away those peak eighth-level demon lords.
"Is this one of the four great artifacts of the hermit world, the Sky-supporting White Jade Pillar?"
"The Holy Lord Fuguang has arrived in person, holding the sacred artifact of his own holy land. This can be considered the strongest combat power below the peak combat power."
"It's truly a divine weapon. Its aura is powerful yet not harsh. Just one glance at it makes one yearn for it."
Listening to the sighs of the people around him, Li Xuan realized that the white jade pillar was actually a sacred artifact, and it looked like it was directly moved down from a temple.
At this moment, he and Huo Yi and others beside him withdrew their gazes that were attracted by the artifact and began to look for their own master here.
However, after their mental exploration, they did not find anyone here.
"How could this happen? Could it be that Master and the others..."
Hai Qing suddenly raised his head, tears already welling up in his eyes.
"Impossible! My master will be fine, absolutely fine..."
Huo Yi seemed to have lost his soul, and kept repeating the second half of the sentence, but his voice became smaller and smaller.
Kong Wen's face no longer had the previous joy on it, and he searched around anxiously again and again.
His younger brother Kongjian was relatively calmer. He began to recite the Heart-Connecting Mantra in his heart, hoping to use it to check whether the connection between him and his master was still there.
Beiyue no longer cared about being too sentimental, and tears were also welling up in her eyes.
Li Xuan also found it difficult to remain calm, although he had already prepared himself mentally before coming here.
Because the battle at Xianweng Mountain lasted for so long, and the demons had an absolute advantage, there would inevitably be casualties in the battle among the eighth-level peak combat forces.
The others also thought so, so they all rushed over as soon as possible to see how their master was doing.
But unexpectedly, no one was seen.
Wow!
Li Xuan immediately flew into the air and headed straight for the Holy Lord Fuguang who was dressed in white and had white hair.
"Senior! May I ask where my master and the others are?"
He asked directly, and didn't believe that his master and the others would all die.
As the first strong man to arrive here and drive away those demon lords, the other party naturally knew the result here.
Huo Yi and the others also reacted and flew up.
The Holy Lord Fuguang did not answer directly, but raised his head with a somewhat sad and emotional expression.
This scene made Li Xuan and others feel nervous.
Wow!
The next second, an old and slightly hunched figure appeared from the sky. It turned out to be the immortal who had never appeared in Xianweng Mountain.
At this moment, he looked older than before, and his eyes were not as bright as before.
Wow!
He raised his sleeves, and several figures suddenly appeared.
“Master!”
"Abbot!"
"Father!"
…
Gu Xianzhi, the abbot of the Buddhist sect, Huo Yuan, the abbot of Mingyue Temple, and Zhuge Qing appeared one after another.
After seeing them, Li Xuan and others couldn't help but fly over, even though they were already seventh-level powerhouses and the pride of the hermit world.
But at this moment, he still became a child who reunited with his relatives after a long separation.
"Master, I knew you would be fine!"
Li Xuan looked at Gu Xianzhi in front of him, and the heavy stone in his heart was finally put down.
Although he said this, he was extremely afraid that his master would leave.
"Haha, that's not right. Although your master's strength is not the strongest, his life-saving skills are first-class. I will teach you a few tricks when I have time!"
Gu Xianzhi felt better when he saw that his beloved disciple Li Xuan was also safe and sound.
As soon as Huo Yi met his father and master Huo Yuan, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
The environment he had been living in with his father since he was a child was extremely strict and harsh, but he, who had always been strong-willed, had tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
Huo Yuan said in a somewhat stern tone.
But then, he patted Huo Yi on the shoulder and said, "You didn't let me down! From the moment I saw you just now, I knew you were great!"
When Huo Yi heard this, he couldn't stop crying.
But everyone else was almost the same at the moment. When Beiyue saw her master appear in front of her, the tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped from flowing.
"Master! You...you're back!"
Looking at his disciple crying inconsolably, Master Mingyue smiled slightly. At this moment, Tai Shang Wangqing was not so important in the face of true feelings.
"Silly girl, I've never walked here before." The abbot looked at her lovingly.
This was the first time she showed her emotions in public.
Hai Qing's situation became even worse without the rules of Tai Shang Wang Qing. She threw herself into her master Zhuge Qing's arms and started crying.
"Okay, okay! You are the eldest sister after all, it's time for you to act like one!" Zhuge Qing comforted her with a helpless smile.
Hai Qing wiped her tears and said, "But I am also your disciple. How can a disciple not worry when the master is safe?"
Buddhism has always been a peaceful place, and the abbot did not have any special emotions at the moment. He lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and said to the two disciples:
"Amitabha, Kongwen Kongjian, are you all okay?"
“Master!”
Kongwen shouted again, and he hung directly on the old monk abbot without any image.
He was of strong build, taller than the abbot, and looked a little funny hanging on the abbot.
"You... Kong Wen, please pay attention to the dignity of Buddhism!"
This immediately confused the usually calm abbot, who was at a loss for a moment.
Kongjian was originally in a sad mood, but after seeing this scene, he couldn't help but touch his bald head and laughed.
When they got together.
The white-robed and white-haired Holy Lord Fuguang looked at the Immortal Elder with sorrow in his eyes.
At the same time, he shouted two words: "Teacher!"
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