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Jiang Qingyu opened her eyes, then closed them again unaccustomedly, and raised her white arms to cover her eyes.

The long-lost light seemed like a long, long time had passed.

After a long time, she slowly sat up and looked at the alien space she was in. The surroundings were surrounded by colorful light groups, and it was so foggy that she couldn't see anything clearly.

"……here it is?"

Her head was so heavy that Jiang Qing frowned, holding her forehead with one hand and supporting the ground with the other. Her eyes were attracted by those light groups, and those light groups also came very close to her, trying to stay close to her.

Jiang Qingyu's eyes paused on the moon-white light group, her mouth opened slightly, and she was a little stunned. She thought to herself, good, so kind, such a familiar power.

At this moment, a pale golden light group swayed, floating to the side of the moon-white light group as if it was walking unsteadily. The two light groups complemented each other and seemed to support each other.

Surrounding the two light groups, there are light groups of other colors, and they all seem to be alive. The white light group is as cold as snow, the blue light group is as cool as water, the cyan light group is full of vitality, and the gray light group is full of vitality. The ball of light was filled with dead silence.

If it was so obvious and Jiang Qingyu couldn't see the current situation, then her life would really be in vain.

In the early days of chaos, the sky and the earth were gray, and the pure and turbid air were mixed together. Presumably, these light groups were the gods bred by the heaven and the earth in order to maintain the order of this world.

Unexpectedly, the space under the lotus pond was actually an undercurrent in the long river of time, which was equivalent to traveling through time again, and this time traveling directly to the beginning of the world. She was a little confused about the master's intention.

Jiang Qingyu shook her head and sighed. She didn't understand why the master didn't tell her, but sent her to this place in an unexpected way.

But she couldn't think of anything else, because Master was her savior.

She will never forget that when she first came to this world, when she faced off against the Death Scythe in the Ice Abyss Valley, and when she faced off against the ice and snow, she suddenly appeared in green clothes and that warm embrace.

But what is the meaning of Master asking her to come here?

Jiang Qingyu held up the moon-white ball of light at her hand and watched as the ball of light collapsed in her palm like a big cake. Every move she made looked innocent. She smiled inexplicably at the corner of her mouth, but she was puzzled in her heart.

At the same time, Song Wu's eyelids twitched slightly as he closed his eyes and concentrated on practicing by the lotus pond, but was unable to break off the fusion and refining of the godhead midway. He thought to himself, was the Tao Yun of time suddenly triggered, the undercurrent of time?
Time passed by like this, and Jiang Qingyu, who was in the undercurrent of time, gradually became calmer from being nervous at the beginning.

After going around and around, he found that he was stuck in the same place and could not get out. Jiang Qingyu could only give up the idea of ​​leaving, and his impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

She sat down cross-legged, and as her mind became still, she found that the surrounding light clusters actually became still as well. They no longer floated and jumped, but floated peacefully, like motes of dust in the air.

Moreover, those light groups began to release pure spiritual energy. The spiritual energy was absorbed into the body along Jiang Qingyu's pores. Feeling their purity, Jiang Qingyu was slightly surprised. This had obviously been refined and could be directly converted into The aura that one uses.

Jiang Qingyu suddenly understood, and instantly understood the intention of Master Wu Lingjun!
It turns out that Master wanted her to come here to practice!
After thinking about the whole story, Jiang Qingyu didn't dare to continue to get into trouble. The scene of getting into trouble before was still vivid in his mind, but he couldn't make the same mistake again.

Wu Lingjun, who stood motionless next to the lotus pond with a folding fan, looked a little lonely, until he saw a whirlpool of spiritual power rolling up on the surface of the pond, this spiritual power!

I see……

An incredible guess gradually emerged in my mind, and with the muffled thunder in the clouds, it seemed to be confirmed.

After a long while, he chuckled, sat down and meditated, and said softly before closing his eyes: "Only you can arrange it..."

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In the blink of an eye, nine years have passed, and there are still two months until ten years.

Recently, the atmosphere in all the major sects has become more and more solemn, and the disciples of the aristocratic families are like a string being tightened, ready to go.

And this is all because of Lan Shatang, who has been making frequent moves recently.

In the meeting hall of Wanjian Sect, the heads of the six major sects gathered together, as well as representatives of five heads of aristocratic families. Everyone's expressions seemed not to be very good.

"Damn it! A bunch of bastards!" The depressed and gloomy atmosphere ended when the head of the Gu family slapped the fine golden nanmu table, causing the table to shatter with a sound.

In the past, the good-tempered head of Qingxiao Sect would have stepped forward to reconcile and say something that would hurt his body. However, these days, he himself cannot control his bad temper, let alone go there. To appease others.

The head of the Luo family, who has a good relationship with the head of the Gu family, had a troubled expression on his face. The middle-aged man who looked exactly like Luo Heng had a look of helplessness on his face. He brought the golden nanmu from the private treasury to Wan Jianzong to patch it up, and used a folding fan as a warning. Covering his mouth, he said to the head of the Gu family: "Don't go crazy here."

The head of the Gu family looked indignant, but after the head of the Luo family finished speaking, no matter how angry he was, he did not touch the tables, benches, teacups, teapots, etc., but said in a questioning tone: "Can we just let those things go?" Are the evil cultivators continuing to roam freely outside?"

The head of the Luo family shook his fan and said, "We have stopped thinking about it."

"But--"

"Master Gu," Master Gu was about to say something, but was stopped by the head of Wanjian Sect. He had a lot of words stuck in his throat. He couldn't go up or down. It was really uncomfortable. His expression looked more like he had eaten something unspeakable. thing.

The head of Wanjian Sect also had a look of helplessness on his face. Holding his forehead, it was easy to see that he was very anxious. He sighed and said, "Master Gu, the secret technique Lan Shatang newly practiced comes and goes without a trace. Every time our People rush to the scene of the incident and then disappear, which is really heartless."

After saying that, he looked remorseful, thinking that with the rise of Lan Shatang, these villains are growing faster and faster, not to mention the demons who are about to break through the seal.

Thinking of this, everyone present had a feeling of mental and physical exhaustion on their facial expressions. The fear of the unknown demons and the successive wounds from the evil cultivators were swirling in their hearts one after another.

The head of Wanjian Sect glanced at the owner of Qingling Valley and asked with concern: "Is Master Su Ling recovering?"

Mentioning this matter, the owner of Qingling Valley became even more worried. He was already a little old man, but now he looked even more hunched over.

"It's not that easy to recover after being seriously injured by the flames."

Back in time three months ago, when the evil cultivators were safe and sound, Su Ling took his disciples to the Fairy Mountain in the South China Sea to collect herbs. Unexpectedly, they were ambushed by Lan Shatang. In order to protect his disciples from leaving safely, Su Ling tried his best to protect his disciples from leaving. He returned to the valley safe and sound, but he narrowly escaped death. He couldn't even open his eyes. He depended on Qingling Valley's capital to hang on for his life.

The evil cultivator seems to have been turned on some kind of switch. From this time on, the disciples of the sect and the disciples of the aristocratic families who went out for training were ambushed one after another. Many elite disciples died as a result. There were also several elders whose whereabouts were unknown, and those who returned were also They are all wandering on the line between life and death, the kind of people who have one foot in the Palace of Hell and one foot in the human world.

As the evil cultivator's warnings became more and more ordinary, everyone realized that this was revenge, and what followed was the ten-year agreement in everyone's mind, and the return of the demon clan.

The two things basically overlapped, which made everyone have to think. The evil cultivators seemed to have a way to communicate with the demons. Perhaps somewhere they couldn't see, they had already launched a grand plan to take revenge on the cultivator world. planning.

The meeting ended unhappily, with some arguing for conservatism and others advocating for aggression. There were disagreements. In the end, no compromise could be found. However, in times of crisis, no one was allowed to break up.

The head of Wanjian Sect had no choice but to go against all opinions and take the lead in choosing to be conservative. When the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we advance. Using this method to deal with them, the head of the family who had no good solution finally chose to compromise.