Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The two returned to Qiyangzong and learned that it was a Zongmen test after one month.

Zongmen conducts a test every sixty years. All disciples have the qualification to participate in the competition. If they are the winners, they will be rewarded.

This reward is not a general thing, so many disciples try to cultivate for each comparison.

Although Shen Mubai did not know what the reward of this competition was, but from the memory of the original master, this reward is really very powerful, Qiyang Zong is also a big deal, want to drive the disciples in Zongmen.

When she thought about it, she still thought that she would stay in Zongmen for a while, and let the feast participate in the competition.

And the ancestors of Yuan Ling’s real people should have gone out a few decades ago. Who knows that the prediction failed, so it is only now.

As soon as he went out, Yuan Ling learned the news and immediately rushed to complain. "Yuzu, my three disciples died so badly."

The ancestor’s status in Zongmen is not ordinary. Before he retired, he was already in the late stage of the retreat. Now he is distracted by the customs. The pressure on his body is not something that ordinary monks can bear. For Yuan Ling’s ancestors, it looks like Yuan Ling’s age, which is just the way of composing people.

Chang Yi looked at him faintly. "What happened?"

The reason why Yuan Ling was emboldened in the Zongmen was his ancestors. Naturally, he did not dare to let him go in front of the other side. He said the ins and outs.

"There are many monsters in the secrets of Zongmen, and every time they will lose some disciples." This Changyi did not think.

Yuan Ling saw that he was unmoved and quickly continued to complain. "Yuzu, my three disciples are not the first time to participate in this mystery. That fifty years ago, they lost their lives in that little secret." If this matter is innocent, I absolutely don't believe it."

Chang Yi’s eyes fell on him, not angry with the prestige. “What do you want?”

Yuan Ling knows that if he does not give a reasonable explanation, the ancestors will not count on the waste of repairing and helping him, and immediately bite his teeth. "I suspect that it is the real thing and the feast."

He slowly replied those grievances and gnashed his teeth. "I thought about it all the time. I always felt that my death was not so simple. Why did the real person suddenly enter the small secret with that feast. Not because of me. Throwing a waste to her, so I hate it, so I let my child die."

If Shen Mubai is here, I am shocked to hear this shameless logic.

This Chang B is not so brainless. "This reason is too far-fetched."

Yuan Lingqiu asked, "Zhuzu, you don't have the tool to search for the soul, just help me."

He has raised three apprentices for so many years, saying no, no, and the qualifications are still the best. How can you swallow the breath, even if the dead skin is going out, today, let the teacher Shuzu take out the implement.

Chang Yi seems to think of something, slightly frowning. "Is there a name card for each disciple? Is it murdered? You can see it at a glance."

Yuan Ling gnawed his teeth. "Yuzu, that life card is broken in half, not killed by the same disciple. But the disciple feels that things are definitely not so simple. Certainly someone is wearing a weapon and lurking in our sect. Maybe it's a magic repair."

Talking about the magic repair, I am afraid that every sect will change color.

At that time, the devil world once succumbed to the realm of cultivation, and many devils were lurking in various sects. The purpose was to unify the realm of cultivation. At that time, the situation was very dangerous. If it were not for the comprehension of several powerful forces, the demon statue was just due to repair. The body is self-destructing, and today's comprehension is afraid of another scene.

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