Seeing that the disciples of the Precepts Church came, it was always inappropriate to kill people in person. Qingtan used his flying sword and stabbed Lei Meng's limbs a few times before he gave up.

After collecting the magic weapon, she pointed at Lei Meng on the ground angrily and said, "This person is a barbarian spy. I suspect that the Golden Body Hall cannot escape. You go to Ambergris Gorge first and arrest everyone in the Golden Body Hall. Don't let anyone go!"

After saying that, she took out the jade slip for a quick message, communicated with her spiritual sense for a while, and looked up and said, "I have notified Master, and she is coming soon too! You go quickly. As soon as Master arrives, we will go!"

The disciple of the Precepts Hall was at the peak of the transformation of the gods, and he was stunned when he heard this.

Although his cultivation is not as good as Qingtan, as a disciple of the Precepts Hall, his identity is not much lower than Qingtan. Now that the other party directly instructed himself to do things so arrogantly, he was somewhat unbearable to face.

Just as I was about to make a few sarcastic words, I heard what Qingtan said later, and my face immediately changed.

Qingtan is the personal disciple of an elder of Qingmutang, and that elder is a master in the Nascent Soul stage. He is considered a high-level figure in the entire Fuyu Sect. He is not something he can afford. But why are the masters of that level coming to do this little thing?

Although he was a little hesitant, he did a great job in his face and nodded quickly. However, he was still kind-hearted. He felt that he would be afraid that he would be killed by this woman when he left. He gave a wink to the men around him. A group of people went over and raised Lei Meng, shouting: "Let's go and take this spy to the Golden Body Hall to testify!"

At this time, many people had arrived from afar. Most of them were monks from various halls with flying magic weapons gathered together in a noisy way. No one noticed that there was a disciple wearing a yellow robe. There was no emblem of the Floating Jade Sect on his chest. At this time, he was staring at Qingtan with his eyes blazing...

Xiang Yang did not find the small precious stone in the underground cave, so he had no choice but to leave. With his current cultivation level, it was only a matter of driving on Fengbao Silk to return to Ambergris Gorge for a while, but when he passed by Danxue Mountain, he found that this place had completely changed. He looked at it for a few more times and happened to encounter this.

After taking a closer look, I found that the man who was lying in a pool of blood was actually thunderous. I was furious and almost directly sacrificed my magic weapon to kill the woman. A mere immortal cultivator in the early stage of the elixir was like an ant to him. What is it?

However, when I looked at it with my spiritual sense, I found that although Lei Meng looked extremely miserable, most of them were physical injuries. I felt a little bit wider, so I resisted it and didn't take action directly.

As the people around him talked, Xiang Yang had already learned about the matter and looked at Xiang Xian, who had already gotten up and hid behind Qingtan, with a few glances, with a cold light in his eyes.

He wanted to see how the Fuyu Sect’s precepts hall would handle this matter, and what kind of big figure is that Qingtan’s master. If they are all birds of a feather, then they will be in a bunch of things.

Not long after, the people from the Precepts Hall took Lei Meng to Yunzhou and rushed directly towards the direction of Rumberg Gorge. A group of people who watched the fun and had flying magic weapons followed him noisily. Even the Qiushan found a familiar elder, and rubbed against the other person's Yunzhou with a stern face and followed him.

Xiang Yang's Fengbao silk was invisible and colorless, and it was too conspicuous to use it like this, so he took out a Taoist weapon and flew away with the wind.

It was not long since we got to Ambergris Gorge. Not long after, a group of people had arrived at the ground and fell directly from above the canyon. Xiang Yang looked at the familiar scene and felt inexplicably sore.

This is the starting point for his immortal cultivation and the second home after the fishing village. The love that the elderly have given to them is remembered in his heart.

But now, the whole canyon is dead, the scene that was originally full of chaos has disappeared, and there are not even a few pigs left in the pig pen. So many people have arrived, and the hut is still quiet, without any movement, and there is not even a place to go out to watch the fun.

Xiang Yang's spiritual sense is so powerful that he fell on the mud in the middle of the hut. Seeing that the situation was wrong, he immediately swept all the huts, and then was stunned.

Originally, there were more than 30 people in the Golden Body Hall, except Xiang Yang and Lei Meng, all of them were old people. At this time, more than 20 were lying in the thatched hut, each of which was haggard, and a few were even dying.

Among his three masters, the second master Yu Tie and the third master Gu Zhen were not included, while the master Fu Gu was lying alone in his thatched hut, his face was like gold paper, his breath was as hot as a fucking silk, and his saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he was obviously almost gone.

Xiang Yang was not too concerned about anything else. He put away his flying sword and ran towards Fu Gu's thatched hut. At this time, the disciples of the Precepts Hall had also begun to go into the house to look for people. His actions were inconspicuous in the chaos, and few people paid attention.

As soon as he entered the hut, a sour smell came to his nose. Xiang Yang didn't mind at all, so he rushed to Fu Gu's bedside, carefully helped him up, leaned on his arm, and reached out to wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Fu Gu was obviously exhausted. Although he felt someone picking him up, he still struggled for a long time before spreading his eyelids into a thin slit. His muddy eyes looked at Xiang Yang who was close to him for a long time without any attention. He suddenly widened a little, and his pale lips squirmed: "Yang... Yang'er..."

He took a cup of tea to say these two intermittent words, and then there was a drop of hot tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Master, it's me! I'm back..." Xiang Yang's eyes were also wet. As soon as he thought, a slight breath came into his body from the palm that was pressed against Fu Gu's back.

With the cultivation in the illusion of time, over the past ten years, although he still could not command the source fire and the Hongmeng branch in the sea of ​​consciousness, he established a trace of connection with the immortal seedlings of Pantian Tree. He could usually use a little bit of its power. This wood-type energy from Pantian Tree is extremely beneficial to the body and spiritual consciousness.

What level of treasure is the Sky Tree? With a trace, the effect will be obvious. Fu Gu's whole body trembled, a trace of blood appeared on his gray face, and his breathing gradually became stronger. Not long after, he actually stretched out his hand and shook Xiang Yang's face: "I'm not dreaming, am I really Yang'er? You're back..."

"Master, it's me! It's me that I'm unfilial... You've suffered!" The tears in Xiang Yang's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he rolled down, hugging Fu Gu and cried bitterly.

He is actually extremely resolute. During the trial, he was in desperate situation several times and never shed a tear, but at this time he was sincere and unconcealed.

I'm back. Although I don't know why you have become like this, I swear that with me, I will never let you suffer again!
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