Chapter 1295: The Man in White is as Elegant as a Fallen Immortal
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!”
The man suddenly let out a painful and desperate roar, with bright red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was emptiness in them, without any emotion, just like a puppet.
His body was shaking, trying to support his collapsing body so as not to fall.
As if sensing something, the man suddenly raised his head and stared at the door of the side hall.
A smile appeared at the corner of her sexy, bloody lips, which was evil and weird.
"Brother, you are finally here." The man murmured softly.
There was hope and a hint of relief in the desperate voice.
This person is none other than the previous leader of the Qingyun Sect, Wu Rong.
He has a handsome face, a cautious look, and his eyes are as calm as water.
Rongwu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, pulled up his white clothes to cover the bloody hole on his chest, and supported his weak body to get down to the ground.
He walked towards the back of the side hall with trembling legs, his steps slow and heavy.
There is the task assigned to him by his senior brother.
…
After the formation was activated, Gu Jin, Ling Qiong, Wu Zihua and others stepped into Yunshan and saw a different scenery.
They stood halfway up the mountain and saw that although the Yunshan Mountain was not small, its area was smaller than a mountain of the Qingyun Sect a thousand years ago.
Everyone was floating in the void, and what they saw were the endless seventy-two mountains and thirty-six caves.
The air is filled with rich spiritual energy, and this place is undoubtedly the most suitable place for monks to practice.
All the spiritual energy around gathered towards a mountain of the Qingyun Sect, as if it was being intentionally guided there by someone.
Wu Zihua pointed at the suspension bridge leading to Qingyun Sect and whispered, "Uncle Master, our cultivation is not high enough, so we can only walk from the suspension bridge into Qingyun Sect."
This means that he can only send Venerable Xuanling here.
Ling Qiong put his arm around Gu Jin's waist and stared at the center of the seventy-two peaks, where the main hall was.
It is the place where all the spiritual energy of Qingyun Sect gathers.
The Qingyun Sect has seventy-two mountains and thirty-six caves. The master of each peak and each cave is at least a cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage.
How majestic the Qingyun Sect was in the past, but now it is deserted, with no more seventy-two peak masters or thirty-six cave masters.
Lingqiong's divine sense could not detect any breath of living people.
His eyes darkened slightly, and the look in them was bone-chillingly cold.
Ling Qiong glanced at Wu Zihua, his eyes were like torches, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly: "Then I will go ahead and wait for you in the main hall."
After he finished speaking, he hugged Gu Jin and quickly headed towards the main hall of the Seventy-two Peaks. His figure disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
Wu Zihua, Wu Gan and his son, as well as the Qingyun Sect disciples behind them, were simply astonished when they saw this.
"Father, let's go."
Wu Gan stepped forward and reminded.
"Walk!"
Wu Zihua spoke, and everyone immediately stepped onto the suspension bridge leading to Qingyun Sect.
Their cultivation was not high enough, so if they wanted to enter the sect, they could only walk.
The suspension bridge is full of dangers, but it will not take anyone's life. Every time you cross the suspension bridge to reach the sect, there will always be a big gain.
This road can test the ability and state of mind of the monks.
If you have a pure heart, you will gain unexpected rewards every time you successfully cross the suspension bridge.
Improvement in cultivation, or sudden enlightenment.
…
Ling Qiong and Gu Jin flew to the main hall of Qingyun Sect.
The two men landed and stood in front of the magnificent main hall. A white light flashed and rushed towards them at a rapid speed.
"Girl!"
Ling Qiong sensed the danger and pushed Gu Jin away immediately.
Gu Jin also sensed the danger, and the spiritual power in his palm suddenly rose up and flew towards Lingqiong.
The two of them retreated several meters away from where they were.
The white light that came towards them landed on the main hall door.
The door of the main hall, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, slowly opened due to the impact of the white light and spiritual power.
"Brother, you have caused me so much pain. You have made me wait for you for a thousand years."
A low and resentful voice came from a distance, mixed with sighs and helplessness.
Lingqiong looked back and looked in the direction of the sound.
Gu Jin is the same.
The voice arrives before the person arrives.
A white figure flashed out from the side hall behind the main hall's mountain peak.
His facial features could not be seen clearly. His long jet-black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. He was wearing white clothes with red patterns on them. He was approaching from far away.
As the other party approached, Lingqiong and Gu Jin could clearly see the man's face.
He floated in the sky with a cold look, dressed in white, handsome and elegant like a fairy, with an otherworldly appearance like a banished immortal, dazzling enough to make people look up to him.
Ling Qiong raised his eyes and stared at the person who was nearly a hundred meters away from him.
The familiar face appeared in front of him. His expression was gentle and the corners of his lips were slightly raised: "Junior brother."
The voice is indescribably close.
Wu Rong floated in the void, closed his eyes and sighed: "Senior Brother."
After he finished speaking, he flew down and stood in front of Lingqiong and Gu Jin.
Wu Rong is the seventeenth-generation leader of the Qingyun Sect. He was also a well-known figure in the spiritual world a thousand years ago, and was one of the top ten masters.
He established his foundation at the age of eighteen, formed the elixir at the age of thirty, and entered the Nascent Soul stage at the age of sixty. In just three hundred years, he became a great master with the cultivation level of a spirit.
His cultivation speed is second only to Venerable Xuanling among the righteous cultivators.
Ling Qiong stared at his junior brother who he hadn't seen for a thousand years and was standing opposite him. Suddenly, the joy on his face disappeared, his eyes darkened, and he looked as if he was walking on thin ice.
"Junior brother, why has your cultivation regressed so much?"
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and Wu Rong's cultivation has now regressed to the Nascent Soul stage.
Ling Qiong could tell at a glance that his body was weak and there was a faint aura of death lingering above his head.
Wu Rong's cold and elegant face showed no emotion. His eyes were calm and his voice was gentle: "Brother, why don't you go into the main hall and take a look? Your memory that has been sealed for a thousand years is in the hall."
When Lingqiong heard this, his pupils shrank slightly and he turned to look inside the main hall with the door wide open.
There was a flash of golden light, floating in the center of the hall. It seemed to sense his presence and was struggling to pounce on him.
Junior brother's cultivation has declined, the sect's 72 mountains and 36 caves are empty, and the memories are sealed for unknown reasons.
What did he do thousands of years ago?
Lingqiong was eager to know all this.
He let go of Gu Jin's hand and slowly stepped into the main hall with heavy steps.
Wu Rong watched him enter the main hall and slowly walked up to Gu Jin.
From the very beginning, he noticed the woman's presence.
As I got closer, I could finally see Gu Jin's exquisite and beautiful face clearly.
"Fairy Luo Yu, long time no see."
Wu Rong's voice was familiar, as if he was facing an old acquaintance.
Gu Jin's eyes were filled with surprise, and he tilted his head slightly: "I'm not Luo Yu."
Her voice was light and emotionless.
Wu Rong looked at her carefully, as if he had noticed something, and chuckled, "Fairy Luo Yu is still so interesting."
Gu Jin frowned slightly, not liking Wu Rong's attitude.
She is Gu Jin, not Luo Yu.
Even if the thousand-year soul is Luo Yu, she is just Gu Jin now.
Wu Rong took a deep look at Gu Jin and whispered, "If it was Luo Yu from 5,000 years ago, there would not be Gu Jin now. Everything you have now was fought for for you by Senior Brother in the sea of blood and in desperate situations. Whether you are Luo Yu or Gu Jin, you are someone Senior Brother is willing to protect even at the cost of losing his mind."
(End of this chapter)
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