Danxia Mountain, a beautiful pine, Ouyang Wenjie is holding a crutch, his eyes are condensed, and he has been looking deeply at the distant sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just now, many female disciples of Dan Sect on Danxia Peak rushed towards the Dan Sect Canyon, and the sky there seemed to be showing extremely abnormal signs. Dark clouds cover the top, lightning and thunder, like the end of the world.

But after only a few minutes, the catastrophic scene disappeared again, and Ouyang Wenjian was full of confusion, unable to figure out what had happened.

"Brother Ouyang!" a familiar voice behind him suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Ouyang Wenjie turned his head, and then looked at the tribulation brother in front of him with a look of surprise.

Du ...... Du Brothers. His mouth, teeth, and tongue were still regenerating and healing, and his speech was slurred, but he was able to spit out words.

Ye Fan held a storage bag in his hand and handed it to Ouyang Wenji, "Brother Ouyang, to make a long story short, you have put away this storage bag, say goodbye today, there will be a period later, Danzong is an excellent place for retreat, and in the future, you must avoid the four clans and the people of Kunlun." ”

"Brother Du, are you leaving?" Ouyang Wenjie grabbed his hand tightly, and the sudden news surprised him.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, and his tone was very calm and decisive: "When you and I say goodbye, don't mention it to outsiders, Brother Ouyang, when we meet again, you and my brother are the time to really meet!"

Ouyang Wenjie watched as he let go of his hand and disappeared in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

What had happened to make this good brother leave in a hurry?

Standing stunned on the mountainside for a moment, Ouyang Wenjie returned to the stone room and opened the storage bag.

For a moment, he was stunned.

In this storage bag, there were hundreds of spirit stones, several flying swords, more than a dozen bottles of various pills, and a few cultivation classics......

"Brother Du, brother thank you......" Ouyang Wenjian looked towards the distant mountain, hugged his fists and bowed deeply.

I don't know when we will meet again, Ouyang Wenjie felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Perhaps, there really will be a day when we will meet again at a certain time and place, right? Putting away this storage bag, Ouyang Wenjie only felt that all this was like a big dream.

With the same mood as him, there are also those figures on Danzong Square.

Xi Qingxuan, Tang Lingxue, Master Dandong, Yang Liu, Elder Xu...... Looking at this devastation, everyone looked silent and speechless.

Most people didn't expect the consequences to be so serious, for Danzong, this time the loss was very painful, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder not only destroyed the entire square, but also killed dozens of Dan masters who didn't have time to flee for their lives, Danzong will face the dilemma of scarcity of reserve talents in the next few decades. These Companion Furnace Dan Masters died unexpectedly here, and the small sects they belonged to were even worse, and many sects devoted their resources to cultivating a Companion Furnace, but before they could officially learn the skills, they lost all their blood and money, and lost both people and money!

"Auntie, where are you...... Auntie" A figure rushed into the scorched earth, crying out in mourning.

This girl is Jing Xiaoyue, who has recovered her daughter's body, seeing this scene that destroys all life, tears faintly welled up in her eyes, remorse and self-blame

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