The phantom slowly dissipated, and at the last glance, he took a deep look at Zhang Daoran, and then disappeared without a trace.

The phantom dissipated, and in the Sanqing View, the mountain-like feeling that the Dao felt pressed in their hearts also instantly disintegrated and disappeared. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even Zhang Daoran felt that the world had returned to clarity at this moment.

Raising his eyes and looking into the air, Zhang Daoran communicated with the Heavenly Dao, and clearly felt that the Heavenly Dao had also returned to calm from the Heavenly Dao. At that moment just now, the Heavenly Dao was like a great enemy, full of fear!

"What was that phantom just now?"

After the phantom disappeared, the first reaction of the Dao was what the phantom was.

Looking at Mengxi, who was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes trembled slightly at this time, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of agility, and Zhang Daoran's first reaction was to look at Mengxi's eyes.

Indifferent, indifferent, as if he had just woken up from enlightenment, his eyes were full of wisdom. Compared to the phantom's eyes, there is no resemblance.

Zhang Daoran retracted his gaze and said secretly in his heart: "The existence of the phantom, Mengxi probably doesn't know..."

Sure enough, the Wind and Dust Dao Chief was also curious about why the phantom appeared, and knew that it must have a certain relationship with Mengxi. Fengchen Daoist said, "Senior Nephew Mengxi, what did you realize when you were cultivating just now?"

There was no direct inquiry about the phantom, and the words of the Wind and Dust Dao Chief had a side-knocking meaning.

Mengxi had just woken up from the artistic conception of the cultivators, and saw that the cultivators of the entire island in the middle of the lake were all around him, their faces full of curiosity, and some of them were full of awe and fear in their eyes. Mengxi first glanced around, his face full of curiosity: "Poor Dao..."

Wasn't it in a palace in the mustard space just now?

Mengxi remembered clearly that he wandered around aimlessly, and felt the fluctuation of the law in a palace, and this fluctuation of the law had a lot to do with his own cultivation, so he sat down to comprehend.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened my eyes, the mustard seed space disappeared, and I sat in the Sanqing Temple.

Confused and puzzled, Mengxi couldn't figure it out, and didn't directly answer the words of the head of the wind and dust, but looked at Zhang Daoran. The mustard seed space was opened up by Zhang Daoran using great magical powers, so the disappearance of the mustard seed space must also have something to do with Zhang Daoran.

It's just that when he looked at Zhang Daoran, Mengxi was stunned.

Zhang Daoran's face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, it was obvious that Zhang Daoran was injured!

"Real ...... You're hurt..."

The indescribable emotions condensed on Mengxi's face.

In just one sentence, it successfully attracted everyone's attention, and it was only when everyone discovered that Zhang Daoran's face was wrong, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth that he didn't have time to wipe it. A trace of stunned emotion appeared on everyone's faces.

"Zhang Zhenren is injured?"

The hearts of the people on the island in the middle of the lake turned up in the stormy waves, and Zhang Daoran was omnipotent in the hearts of the people on the island in the middle of the lake, and his magical powers were vast.

"Who was it that hurt Zhang Zhenren?"

This is the biggest doubt in the hearts of all Daoists, Zhang Daoran's ability can hurt Zhang Daoran, so how terrible will the strength be!

Zhang Daoran nodded, and did not hide the Dao, his injury was very obvious, and he couldn't hide everyone's eyes: "Poor Dao will go to Yungong to heal his injuries now, one side, the Great Array of Protectors will be opened now......"

Zhang Daoran was injured and was seriously injured. If you want to recover, you can't recover in a day or two.

The original spirit is injured and needs too much time to cultivate.

All the Daoists looked at each other, but Zhang Yifang had already taken out the general map of the formation and opened the Great Sect Protection Array.

There was suddenly a trace of fear in the hearts of the Daoists, Zhang Daoran was like a guardian saint, guarding the island in the middle of the lake and guarding them. Now that Zhang Daoran is injured, and the world is cultivating the truth, there are less than two months left, and he is about to come, how to deal with it then?

"Real people... Are you alright..."

Hengkong Dao Chang's eyes were full of worry, looking at Zhang Daoran's back, there was always a trace of uneasiness floating in his heart.

The most powerful Guardian was wounded, and the enemy they simply didn't notice ... Wait a minute...

"Poor Dao understands, what hurt Zhang Zhenren is the phantom behind Mengxi's nephew just now!"

Hengkong Dao Chief's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of fear. As a cultivator, the Constant Sky Dao Master no longer knew how many years it had been in his heart that this kind of terrifying feeling had appeared.

The phantom was very mysterious, and the aura of revelation carried a sense of danger.

I thought that the phantom was not Zhang Daoran's opponent, but I didn't expect that Zhang Daoran had already been injured because of this!

The Daoists were even more confused, the Hengkong Daoist was originally concerned about Zhang Daoran's injury, but Zhang Daoran hadn't answered yet, but the Hengkong Daoist was already full of fear on his face.

Mengxi, in particular, is even more confused.

She faintly felt that just now, an incredible danger had occurred. The disappearance of the mustard space must have a lot to do with the danger that just appeared!

"Poor Dao is only a little injured, and it is not in the way..."

Saying that, Zhang Daoran had already opened the door of his room, and seemed to be a little uneasy: "Poor Dao needs to retreat to recuperate, it is likely that it will take a little longer, during this time, if something big happens, crush this communication jade talisman..."

As he spoke, the communication jade talisman floated backwards, like a fallen leaf, and the Hengkong Dao Leader stretched out his hand to catch it, Zhang Daoran had already entered the room and closed the door.

"It seems that Zhang Zhenren is seriously injured!"

The Hengkong Daoist secretly guessed in his heart that if Zhang Daoran was not seriously injured, he would definitely not be this kind of explanation.

The retreat will be long!

March or May?

Or a year?

"Uncle Shi..." Mengxi's heart was full of doubts, and after looking at the wind and dust Dao chief beside him, Mengxi asked, "Was there an enemy invasion just now?"

If there was no enemy invasion, why would Zhang Daoran be injured?

Moreover, during this time, the Dao of the Lake Island also got the news of extraterritorial cultivation from the outside, and they were gathering, in the four directions of the south and the north, gathering the four cultivation alliances, and the demons were secretly waiting for an opportunity to move......

On the second day of February, the day when the dragon raised its head, it was the time when the cultivators came to the island in the middle of the lake.

Although they had already set a date, they would never actually come according to their agreed date. The best results are achieved by surprise......

Mengxi's heart shook: "How long has Poor Dao cultivated? After only one cultivation, the extraterritorial cultivator has been defeated and left?" However, none of the disciples on the island in the middle of the lake seem to be injured, or did Poor Dao guess wrong?"

Mengxi's words were very difficult to answer, and everyone looked at each other, especially Feng Chenzi, and suddenly sighed, with hesitation on his face, and finally chose to conceal it: "There is an enemy invasion, but now it has left ......"

And so it was!

"Who is here, what is the cultivation realm, how many people are here?"

Three questions in a row, Mengxi was really surprised inexplicably, the powerful Zhang Daoran had already been injured because of this, listening to the words of the wind and dust chief, the enemy seemed to retreat... So how powerful are the people who came?

Mengxi's question, Zhongdao chose to be silent very tacitly, and they dispersed one by one in an instant.

Who's coming?

Obviously, Mengxi himself didn't know about the appearance of the phantom.

What does the wind and dust mean, and the people also reflect it.

"Someone came... Now she has retreated, but she doesn't know when she will appear..."Wind and Dust Daoist turned around and left: "Senior nephew, it's better to cultivate hard, and when the enemy comes back, we can also protect the island in the middle of the lake during Zhang Zhenren's retreat......"