“Amitabha, this female benefactor has no demonic aura and is undoubtedly human. Moreover, she possesses the Dream Spirit Island amethyst. Just now, you and I both clearly saw in the concealment array that she took out the amethyst and attached it to the magic weapon, which opened Dream Spirit Island. It is not unreasonable to say that she is a successor of Dream Spirit Island. Furthermore, we have only heard the Shadow Sect Master's side of the story about who destroyed Dream Spirit Island. It is time for this female benefactor to speak.”
These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the immortal sects.
"The AI Master is right. It has always been the Shadow Sect Master who speaks, so it is only right to listen to what this young lady has to say."
“I think there’s something fishy about this. Didn’t you see that the Shadow Sect Master used a deadly attack? Four sixth-rank cultivators were seriously injured just now before they could withstand that palm strike. If it had hit that girl, she would have died long ago, and her soul would probably have been scattered, making it difficult for her to be reincarnated.”
“That’s right! The girl said that the Shadow Sect Master killed the entire Dream Spirit Island sect. If that’s true… this matter is truly terrifying to think about.”
"I don't think the Shadow Sect Master is wrong. Everyone knows that the Shadow Sect Master and his junior sister were very close back then, like siblings. Naturally, revenge should be taken by killing the other party completely. Why would he leave them any way out?"
"The appearance of those three was too abrupt, and it's highly likely that the Shadow Sect Master didn't have time to stop."
Linghu Lan walked to the Intelligent Master's side and bowed. "Thank you for saving my life, Master. Now that I am cold, please take these pills to heal your wounds. The rest is up to me."
"I wouldn't dare. The Palace Master of Shenci Palace has been kind to Qianfo Temple, so please don't stand on ceremony, Miss." Master Zhineng glanced at Linghu Lan's empty hands, but remained unfazed. He stretched out his palm, took the non-existent pill that Linghu Lan had placed in his hand, and put it into his mouth, making a swallowing motion.
This composure and calmness in the face of adversity impressed Linghu Lan greatly.
The intelligent master swallowed the pill, his eyes flickered slightly, he looked at Linghu Lanxuan and chanted a Buddhist prayer, then sat down cross-legged to heal his injuries.
Linghu Lan stood up and looked at Ying Hua, sneering, "Sect Leader Ying, more than a hundred years ago, in order to obtain the cultivation resources needed to advance to the seventh-grade Spirit Saint, you slaughtered..."
With a flick of his sleeve, Yinghua unleashed a powerful aura that rendered Linghu Lan speechless.
The four members of the Intelligent Master Association immediately jumped up and stood in front of Linghu Lan, sensing that something was wrong.
Yinghua's eyes were filled with a deep black, which spread like ink, darkening the surroundings and causing the wind and clouds to change color.
A long sword gradually appeared in his hand, and even before it was drawn, it possessed the power of thunder.
He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, drew the longsword, and with a burst of light, slashed down at the crowd with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.
Linghu Lan felt her blood boiling, as if the sword's force was about to evaporate it completely.
The four AI masters unleashed their magical treasures, but these treasures were no match for Yinghua, as easily as a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Their treasures shattered and turned to ashes in an instant.
The four were about to perish.
A dragon's roar resounded from the depths of everyone's heart, making people want to roar to the sky along with it.
A giant dragon suddenly appeared and blocked the four of them, its gaping maw devouring Jia Wangyinghua's sword energy.
Yinghua's expression turned solemn. She paused, her cold eyes fixed fiercely on the sky.
A figure gradually appeared in the sky. A handsome man slowly walked down from the sky. There was clearly nothing under his feet, but his walking posture made it seem as if he was stepping on a ladder to heaven.
twenty three
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