The whole sect has been reborn

Chapter 42 Rebirth of the whole crew!

Ling Junqian stood there blankly, looking at his own corpse on the ground, unable to react for a while, and only thought of going to see his disciples after a while.But at this time, the stars are moving, and time has passed quickly.

He saw with his own eyes that his disciples were threatened by those immortal cultivators and demon cultivators with the lives of their brothers and sisters in the same sect, and he exhausted his heart and soul to do things for them.

He saw that his third disciple, Mo Huizhen, who was the most soft-hearted, had to drive a large number of monsters and spirit beasts to work for those people, resulting in a tragic death. He also saw with his own eyes the fifth disciple, Mu Xingshu, who was the weakest, vomiting blood while doing his best. Making the talisman formation plate, I am afraid that they will abuse my little sister who doesn't know whether she is alive or dead...

But what Ling Junqian saw most clearly was his little disciple Zhu Fu who was struggling in the lower Moyuan.

This little disciple, since he came to the Wuji Sect, has always been the treasure of everyone's hearts, and he is not willing to let her eat even a little bit of hardship.But now, in the empty lower demon abyss, the little disciple who has become an ordinary person drags his crippled hands and feet to survive. water……

Even in the end, he had no choice but to eat his own flesh and drink his own blood.

Ling Junqian was trembling all over.

If he knew, he knew that the little disciple would live like this, he might as well take Zhu Fu away with him!
But no matter how painfully Ling Junqian struggled, he could only watch all this in front of him.

The only thing that made him feel gratified was that the little disciple did not give up hope of life even in such a difficult predicament.Regardless of whether the light in her eyes was due to hatred or concern for her seniors, at least she did not give up.

Even, during the days when she was in the Demon Abyss, the blood of the fairy and demon in her body was successfully stimulated.It was also at this time that Ling Junqian realized that the young disciple had two sets of spiritual veins and two sets of spiritual roots in his body.In addition to the abolished dantian purple mansion, this child actually has a complete set of dantian spirit veins!

There is nothing else in Xiamoyuan, but there is endless darkness of demonic energy.And this happened to stimulate the part of Zhu Fu's blood that belonged to the demon race.

Ling Junqian watched with his own eyes that Zhu Fu had gone through untold hardships in cultivation, and finally climbed out after three years.However, it was still a step too late.

The other six disciples originally thought that they could work hard for the enemy in exchange for the safety of their junior sister.However, when they inadvertently learned that the little junior sister had been abolished as early as three years ago, her dantian Zifu and even her hands and feet were thrown into the lower demon abyss to wait for her death, the six of them had nothing to worry about!
Those immortal cultivators and demon cultivators would never have imagined that these six disciples of the Wuji Sect, who thought their edges and corners had been smoothed, would have a day of complete explosion.

Just half a month before Zhu Fu came out of Xiamoyuan, an unprecedented riot broke out in Jinyuan Great World.

On that day, countless berserk monsters with blood-red eyes came overwhelmingly, covering almost half of Jinyuan Great World.

The luster of the formation continued to flicker, and all of a sudden those monks who had heard the news and imprisoned the Wuji sect couldn't tell how many formation talisman seals Mu Xingshu had made!
At the same time, there were countless riots caused by the self-explosion of spiritual weapons. Every time a spiritual weapon exploded, the culprits felt a burst of heartache.Those are hard-won first-grade spirit weapons!

Then there is the 'Yanxiu' garment of the eldest disciple Zhong Kelian, every time it flashes, it is a large number of monks who have been cursed to death.

Ling Junqian watched this scene quietly, and then smiled wryly after a long time.When he met the three siblings before, he knew what Zhong Kelian was hiding from him, but he never expected that Zhu Fu's child would really dream of him.Zhong Kelian actually changed the family's "Yanxiu" clothes with his own strength, but he didn't expect it to be used here...

In short, the chaos of that day directly wiped out nearly half of the monks who besieged them. In the end, all six of his disciples died of exhaustion!

The six self-exploding light clusters that lit up one after another almost blinded Ling Junqian's eyes.

But this is not the most painful thing. What makes Ling Junqian feel the most painful is that his little disciple, who has tried his best to climb out of the devil's abyss after going through untold hardships, finds out that all the people he has worked for are actually already dead!

Just half a month ago!Or because he learned the news that he was "dead" and had no worries in his heart, and he desperately exhausted everything to die!

The little disciple's helpless and hasty cries that resounded throughout the world almost made Ling Junqian collapse.

In the midst of endless collapse, Ling Junqian questioned in tears!
Why? !Why Wuji Sect has always been kind to others, but failed to have a good result?

What did they do wrong? !

"Cough cough!"

Ling Junqian was woken up by his own tears.It was also the first time he knew that he would cry so badly, tears and snot flowed all over his face, and even poured into his nose, choking himself awake.

Stretching out his hand to touch his cheek, he found that his face was covered with cold tears. Ling Junqian was stunned for a long time before recovering from the illusion that was so real that he understood that it was not a dream.

Slowly propping up his body and sitting up, Ling Junqian only felt that his body was soft, and he could hardly sit up.But fortunately, he still supported himself and sat up.

Then, the first thing he could do was to rush over to check on his disciples one by one.

Stretching out trembling fingers to test the breath of the disciples, when he found that they all had warm breaths instead of cold corpses, Ling Junqian withdrew his fingers as if he had been burned, and fell to the ground.

Then he covered his mouth and nose, crying and laughing, tears and snot all over his face, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

alive...

Still alive!

His disciples are still alive!

And each of them is so healthy, lively and full of vitality, instead of being squeezed out of all energy like in the future, carrying such bloody hatred and gloomy hatred that it seems that even the breath is soaked in poisonous juice!

They are still alive and well!

It's better than anything.

Ling Junqian raised his eyes to look at the roof above his head, and his eyes seemed to see the gods and Buddhas through the tears and the roof.

Obviously he himself is a cultivator of immortals, and he doesn't believe in such gods and Buddhas that ordinary people would believe in at all, but he still couldn't restrain his trembling gratitude at this moment.

Thank God for allowing his disciples to live well...

Of course, all of this must be thanks to another person.

At this moment, his six sleeping disciples also made noises and woke up one by one.

Ling Junqian quickly wiped away his tears and snot, and took a closer look, and found that the faces of the disciples were full of surprise, pain and resentment, and he probably had a bottom line in his heart.

It seemed that he was not the only one who saw the scene just now.

"Master!"

"Little Junior Sister!"

"Big Brother!"

……

One after another exclamation sounded, and the six disciples of the Promise Sect almost jumped up from the ground. When they saw the familiar and unfamiliar brothers and sisters and the master, these monks, even those who had decades of memories, still I couldn't help but look at each other speechlessly, and then burst into tears.

Obviously only half an hour has passed, but at this time they looked at their relatives who had gone through many vicissitudes for no reason, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

However, they are indeed familiar, whether it was decades ago or now.

I don't know who moved first, everyone followed up almost subconsciously, and then hugged each other tightly.

They hugged so tightly, as if they wanted to strangle each other's flesh and blood, but none of them felt pain.It seemed that only in this suffocatingly tight embrace could they perceive each other's breath of life.

The red sun on the chests of the Wuji sect gathered together at this moment, seeming to illuminate each other and this small world.

It's good to be alive.

(End of this chapter)