Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Ji Hongxi opened his eyes, and his red pupils suddenly turned black. Looking at the last lightning calamity that was close at hand, Ji Hongxi took the initiative to embrace it.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of the Qianqiu bell pierced through all emptiness and resounded through the sky. The huge Qianqiu bell appeared above Ji Hongxi, and the thunderbolt struck the bell. The Qianqiu bell made a small buzzing sound, resisting most of the damage.

The rest of the tribulation thunder did not cause fatal damage to Ji Hongxi.

Someone vomited blood, but it wasn't Ji Hongxi, but Taoist Nanshan.

He finally let go of the hand on top of Lu Yun's head, his arms were trembling, his face was as white as paper, and his body exuded a strong sense of bitterness.

After a while, the formation on the ground made a creaking and breaking sound, and exploded in front of everyone.

Lu Yun was blown away and was caught by Nanshan Taoist again.

After finally standing still, Lu Yun opened her eyes, black and white eyes full of doubts.

Her five senses were restored and she could see everything again.

She looked at Taoist Nanshan and said, "Master...Father."

It was a very soft whisper, like going through a long dream, forgetting everything when waking up.

"……it's me."

Looking at the disciple in front of him, Taoist Nanshan's eyes drooped, covering the emotions in his eyes, and his voice was steady.

"Junior sister, are you alright?"

Ji Hongxi, who was a blessing in disguise, walked over. After meeting those eyes, Ji Hongxi frowned, and Liuli's blood was on the opponent's neck.

"You are not my junior sister."

The words were firm, and Ji Hongxi's eyes glowed coldly, making "Lu Yun" grab Nanshan's sleeve and hide behind him.

"Don't worry, she's fine."

This is what Nanshan said, and she, Ji Hongxi, knows what she said.

"where is she?"

Ji Hongxi asked, your sword pointed at Nanshan again.

For this senior, Ji Hongxi respects, but is absolutely not afraid of.

"I do not know."

"And what you want to know, I have already told you, you should wake up."

The bell rang again, and as the master of the dream, the Nanshan Taoist expelled these visitors from later generations.

Everyone's bodies uncontrollably became nothingness, then dissipated little by little, and reappeared outside Nanshan's tomb.

Ah Li still stood on the tombstone and looked down at them. Looking at the surprised eyes of those people, Ah Li showed a happy expression.

"Little junior sister hasn't come out yet."

Ji Hongxi didn't care about the extra memory in his mind, but talked to Yuntian.

Looking around, he didn't see Lu Yun, Yun Tian could only look at A Li.

"Don't worry, she's fine."

The dimple on Ah Li's face was very sweet. She sat on the tombstone, propped her chin and looked at the people below.

"She has a story she hasn't finished yet."

"How did you get it?"

No one answered Ali.

A memory that did not belong to them appeared in their minds, but it was also part of the process they had just experienced.

For that part of memory, Ji Hongxi felt the deepest.

Under the catastrophe, the space was split into cracks. In the black gaps, he saw a huge door and the cocoons hanging in front of the door.

Human figures can be seen in the transparent cocoon. Those "people" are alive, but they seem to be sleeping in the cocoon.

And this is the horrified glimpse of Taoist Nanshan when he was holding on to cross the catastrophe.

Those faces are the same as theirs, but what those people have in their bodies is not spiritual power, but immortal power.

After crossing the catastrophe, the spiritual power in the monk's body will gradually become immortal power, and the physical body will also become a real immortal body.

Even with just a glance, they can see that those cocoons are "immortals".

"I recognize some of the faces."

The person who spoke was Pei Geli. After everyone looked over, he spoke, his voice trembling unconsciously.

"Those are the former predecessors of our Holy Land."

This can be traced back to a long time ago, and the portraits of those predecessors were enshrined in the holy place, so he could recognize it.

But according to the records of the Holy Land, those seniors had already ascended to immortality.

"There are seniors in my line." Elder Qin tugged at his beard. As the elder of the Mozong's Lihen Mansion, Elder Qin had a kind face.

"I also recognize a few people."

Follow-up people spoke one after another, and after speaking, there was almost frozen silence.

The number of cocoons they recognized may be only one ten thousandth in that strange space.

The remaining ones, densely packed, occupy the entire space.

There, they fell into the eternal eternity, and to a certain extent, they also achieved immortality.

That is to say, all the ascended immortals in the realm of comprehension actually went not to any fairyland, but to that strange space, and then fell into a long sleep in the void.

The so-called ascension is a hoax!

So what is the meaning of their hard work in seeking to ascend to the Tao and become immortals?

When this cognition appeared, the moods of several elders fluctuated, and the elder Bai was the most serious. He vomited blood profusely, and his cultivation was constantly declining.

"No!"

He cried out mournfully, trying to stabilize his cultivation, but when he thought that what he was after was actually a scam, his mind was in turmoil one after another.

The white spiritual power was dyed black in front of everyone.

That faint blackness is the demonic obstacle in Elder Bai's heart.

The mood is shaken, and there is a demon in the heart, which is the precursor of falling into the devil.

But everyone present couldn't blame Elder Bai for a word, even Yun Tian's supposedly stable state would fluctuate a bit.

He was silent, and the coercion surrounding him made it impossible to get close.

If the elders were only shaken in their moods, then none of the disciples supported their bodies.

Zhu Xing was also thrown out. His condition was the worst, with traces of melting appearing on his face. Yao Huai, who was closest to him, picked the thing off the opponent's face.

It was a human skin mask, and under the mask, there was a skinless face with exposed muscles and meridians intertwined. On the blood-red face, a pair of eyes protruded, which was particularly terrifying.

Ji Hongxi recognized this person.

It was the person who appeared in the Feng family with the succubus before.

Unexpectedly, the other party finally went in instead of someone from the Demon Palace. Not surprisingly, Elder Qian of the Demon Palace should have been plotted by him.

Zhu Xing, who was lying on the ground, had no time to take care of his own situation, blood was oozing all over his body.

The blood couldn't be stopped at all, and he spit out the pieces in big mouthfuls.

His body curled up, his limbs twitched, his face was ferocious like a devil, he rolled his eyes, and it didn't take long before he completely lost his movement.

What remained in place was a bloody corpse.

The opponent was already seriously injured, but was hit one after another, and died under the backlash of the demon.

A flame, holy white, fell on Zhu Xing's body and burned it to death.

It's Pei Geli.

He will also feel uncomfortable, but there is a hot flame rising in his eyes, which is a burning hope.

"That door!"

He said: "As long as we open that door, we can go to the fairy world."

The truth was too terrifying, causing their first attention to be attracted by those cocoons. After Pei Geli reminded them, they remembered that there was a magnificent door in that space.