After going through twists and turns, the Holy Sect finally settled down for the next period of time. Because of the shroud of golden light, coupled with the induction of Aoki's breath to this radius of a hundred miles, even if any situation occurs, it can be known in advance.

However, although the disciples were recovering quickly, since that time when the soul essence dissipated in everyone's body, perhaps Zhao Long always felt guilty, and for a long time, all the disciples couldn't see others.

I still remember that at that time, after Zhao Long was sure that everyone was fine, he calmly, and even coldly dropped a sentence, he would continue to retreat, and no one was allowed to disturb him, so he disappeared in front of everyone, no matter who it was, he couldn't see him.

The days are passing day by day, and on the side of the Dan Divine Palace, there are disciples of the Holy Sect who snooped on it a few days ago, because the blood shadow is still sealed, so that evil force cannot break out yet, so there is no movement for the time being.

Cultivate, defend, cultivate, rest. It's like this cycle of days going back and forth. Gradually, they seemed to have forgotten their original sense of crisis, and their state of mind became lazy, and they even learned to be lazy in their cultivation.

Sect Master Zhao Long retreated, and the overall situation was handed over to Ling Yu, who had always been very low-key. Although the latter is a woman, her means are no worse than Zhao Long. It's just that these days, she has always been in a bit of an absent-minded trance.

After a few days, the disciples found that Ling Yu was in charge and would always secretly hide in a quiet place by himself. Nothing else, just sit quietly, often with tears in the corners of your eyes.

Finally, there was a time when the disciples couldn't stand it anymore. He boldly asked, "Chief, can't you go on like this?" You are now our backbone, is there anything we can't say and we can solve it together?"

In front of all the disciples, Ling Yu always had to maintain the posture of a principal. So he tried his best to cover it up: "You don't cultivate well, what are you guessing here? Why don't you hurry up and cultivate, and you want to be lazy?"

Helplessly, the disciples didn't want Ling Yu to be too faceless. turned around to leave, but stopped at the moment of turning: "Lord, all things in the world can be explained and analyzed, but feelings can't." ”

"That's right, if you really miss him, go find him. His heart has not yet been untied, and it is time when he needs your comfort. That time, it wasn't on your purpose, so he shouldn't have been obsessed with it. ”

Hearing this, Ling Yu's body trembled, and he was stunned on the spot. Could it be that he was so obvious? Even the disciples had already seen it? The helpless wry smile was indeed not intentional at the beginning, but there was indeed a certain selfishness.

When Elder Aoki injected the soul essence into the Aoki Holy Scepter and Zhao Long inadvertently opened it, Ling Yu actually knew what was going to happen, but because she couldn't bear it, she didn't say it immediately.

After Zhao Long found out, he never said a word to Ling Yu again. She knew very well that Zhao Long's retreat was just an excuse. There was a pimple in his heart, and he didn't know how to face Ling Yu. And what about the latter?

There are thousands of knots in the heart, but at best it is just a barrier like window paper, as long as one party gently pierces it, it can suddenly be opened. Both of them are dying to save face, so they have been in a stalemate until now.

"Alas......" sighed lightly, Ling Yu shook his head helplessly. My state of mind has been completely affected, so I must adjust it as soon as possible. The overall situation of the Holy Sect still needs to be presided over by himself, and he cannot continue to be so passive.

Just as Ling Yu sighed lightly, she didn't see that in the darkness not far away, a phantom shadow flashed. Under the night, there seemed to be a hint of blood red. And after flashing, it still leaves a bloody breath in the air.

In the Danshen Palace, in the center of the main hall, there is a huge pillar of blood. The pillar of blood was crystal clear, and a figure could be faintly seen in it. It's just that he is imprisoned by some force, and he can't break free for the time being.

But even so, the blood around him was constantly flowing, and the anger in the blood was also making the seal constantly impact and be eroded again and again. It should only be a matter of time before this seal is broken.

Suddenly, a phantom flashed and condensed in front of the blood pillar crystal. Then he knelt directly on one knee, clenched his fists and said: "Qiyu Palace Master, his subordinates have already spied on the truth, and the Holy Sect's side is just bluffing, so there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

"Holy Lord Mu Yang broke through the sky and disappeared, although he has a close connection with the Holy Sect, but now I am afraid that he is also too busy to take care of himself. And Gong Huanyang is completely blackened, and he is already our person. Although it is sealed, it is also a hidden danger for them. ”

After a pause, the figure continued, "Also, after repeated blows, the Holy Sect is now crumbling. The subordinates have already tested it, and the so-called defense is actually not difficult to break, as long as the palace master is willing, it can be broken at any time. ”

Although Zhao Long was the acting sect master, with his tendon temperament, he was not a threat at all. Therefore, the current Holy Sect is a piece of fat meat for them, and they can get their hands on it whenever they want.

On the surface, the Holy Sect seems to be impregnable, with layers of defenses set up, and not even a fly can fly in. But the truth that was spied on, the Holy Sect was so vulnerable, it seemed that their chance to turn the tables had arrived.

At the same time, in the world of thousands of star fields, Muyang's refining continued. It's just that the remnant soul of the Holy King is like watching a good show, staring at the phantom mirror in front of him, and an inexplicable smile rises at the corner of his mouth: "It's really exciting." ”

At this moment, Mu Yang's body was flowing with raging flame energy, which was wrapped around him like a chain. And his main divine consciousness has been wandering between the vast sky, as if he is snooping and looking for something.

Using itself as a smelting furnace, this is something that no second refiner can do except for Mu Yang. The power of the stars has gradually been refined by him. And the more he progressed, the stronger his divine sense became.

In the vast world of white mist, Mu Yang's divine sense power is constantly growing, so he seems to have spied on some important information, which is also the truth he has always wanted to know, but it is still vague.

"Old fellow, is there a game like you? A true gentleman who has no regrets, don't you understand this point?" In the void, there seemed to be a sound of quarrel. Mu Yang concentrated and continued to listen.

"What do you know? Do you think this is an ordinary chess game? Do you dare to say that I, aren't you the same? Every move we make is related to the life and death of important people, shouldn't we be more cautious?"

The sound of water dripping. Mu Yang was listening attentively, and a voice came without warning: "Boy, have you heard enough?" I really can't imagine that you can spy here so quickly, it's really surprising." ”

His heart trembled, and Mu Yang instinctively knew that this voice was not something to mess with. The afterimage flashed, and he wanted to escape. But in the next second, he slammed into the invisible wall, the ripples trembled, and he couldn't escape at all.

(End of chapter)