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"There is no more Mo Xianglian in the Xiaoyao Sect, what does this mean?" After racking her brains and thinking for a while, she still couldn't think of why, so Poria had to cast her puzzled gaze to others.

"The meaning is very simple, the secret realm of Moxianglian has been completely sealed, and no one can open it." Answering in a relaxed tone, Mu Yanran smiled, and there was a little joy flashing in her clean and bright pupils.

The series of things that happened around Mo Xianglian finally came to an end.

Xiaoyao Sect's such outspoken eviction order has been issued, how can anyone here not understand?

It must be something that happened inside the Xiaoyao Sect, doesn't this even say that there is no more Mo Xianglian.

There are not a few people here who know the roots of the Xiaoyao Sect, the secret realm of Mo Xianglian is equivalent to the place where the ancestors once lived, and the Xiaoyao Sect dares to make a fuss about Mo Xianglian, which must have happened something unknown to everyone.

The people from all the sects were calculating what was going on inside the Xiaoyao Sect, but on the surface, they were still politely saying goodbye to the two inner and outer sect masters who had just appeared with a bad face.

And the Immortal League, a small shop, and traveling from all directions, there are not many people who come, and even Mo Xianglian's secret adventure, they did not participate in it.

Hearing that Xiaoyao Sect had issued such a clear order to expel guests, he immediately no longer hesitated, and after sending the prepared congratulatory gifts to Xiao Yi, the master of the inner gate, he got up and said goodbye.

When tomorrow morning is about to leave in the footsteps of the Immortal Alliance. She paused for a long time, staring back at the beautiful land, listening to the sound of the spring tinkling. After a long time, I once again savored the light medicinal fragrance emanating from the air.

This is the taste of the old garden, the spring water, the woods, the medicinal fragrance, the flowing stream, all of which are the land she once loved the most.

But there's no going back.

"Goodbye. The Old Garden. ”

The moment she turned, a hot tear ran down her cheek and dripped down the stream that flowed beneath her feet.

And Feng Ni, who had been staring at her in front. For the first time, he has been standing in place and looking at her indifferently, waiting for her.

Looking up at those cold eyes, Ming Chen showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and Feng Ni still stood in place without saying a word. Waiting for her to cross the stream.

A wave of tiredness welled up in my heart. When he walked out of the Valley in silence and slowly, Ming Chen finally raised his hand and wiped away his tears.

If you can't go back, it's really, you can't go back.

"Senior Sister Mingchen, I'm still gone after all, I don't understand, and I can't figure it out" kept staring at the lonely back and walking slowly. It wasn't until she couldn't see the person's figure clearly that Mu Yanran spoke out in confusion.

"All the abandonment. It's often because there's something more important. I don't know what Ming Chen is carrying, but I can indeed feel her deep love for Xiaoyao Sect from her. Staring into the distance, Mo Kongjing quietly looked away.

To a certain extent, she really can't see the transparent morning, she loves her deeply but insists on leaving, she is reluctant but she still moves forward without looking back, and she still has to pretend to be chic and full of indifference.

Although her steps only paused slightly, she walked slowly but firmly, but her back really gave others a kind of determination and never looking back.

Pouting disapplauded, she couldn't understand such a profound conversation at all, Poria had to turn her gaze away, but when she saw the figures left on the Qinglong Stage, she was puzzled.

"Hey, what are these people staying for?"

As Poria pointed out, the two of them immediately looked over, and saw that although the disciples of the various sects had almost dispersed, there were still a few disciples in the five major sects still standing in place, and it seemed that they had no intention of leaving.

The immortal wind bones left behind by the Ethereal Peak, the three arrogant and lonely disciples are Qin Yin, Qin Yan, and Yi Junxiao.

Bi Yunxiao's disciples also stayed, in addition to Bi Yunxiao's chief disciple Xiaoying, there were also Bi Ling and another enchanting female disciple.

And Mu Ze, the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword, who had been standing alone from beginning to end, still had the same absent-minded appearance.

As for the Ten Thousand Demon Sect where the divine dragon saw the head and the end, except for a few figures at the beginning of the grand ceremony, it was really rare to see the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect for such a long time.

"Looks like it's going to be stormy again."

Staring at the white clouds surging above the Wuyue Square, Mo Kongjing, who had just felt it, turned his head indifferently, and happened to meet the cold pupils of Fushuang.

After staring at the disciples of the old man for a long time, Fushuang, who sighed slightly in his heart, looked away indifferently, and said to a few people: "You guys come with me, as for the other disciples in the five major sects, let's wait here for a while." ”

"The Great Elder is slow, the younger generation has something important to do when he comes this time, and I hope the Great Elder will give him advice." Mu Ze, who was quick-eyed, stepped forward quickly, and everyone only felt 'boom', and there was another handsome back in front of them.

"Elder Ben naturally knows why you came here, but no matter how long it takes, there will always be only one answer that I can give from the Xiaoyao Sect. Don't mention it again, everything, let it be. After shaking his head slightly, the earnest Fushuang never gave Mu Ze the slightest chance to listen.

With a quick and dazzling pace, in the blink of an eye, the figure of Fushuang appeared more than a dozen feet away, which was really unresponsive.

Mu Ze raised his hand in frustration and wanted to save something, staring at the back of the unrelenting figure for a long time, he finally put down his hand and shook his head lightly and sighed.

"That direction is Juyi Hall, Uncle Fushuang probably has something to explain, let's hurry up and keep up." Sensing Mu Ze's frustration, the clever and intelligent Mu Yanran quickly summoned a few people to walk towards the Juyi Hall.

Yue Yi and Poria glanced at each other, and they both realized in their hearts that this trip must be related to the artifact vortex, but if the rumor of the stolen sound leaked, it would inevitably set off a storm in the entire immortal cultivation world.

The moment Fushuang announced the end of the ceremony, the four huge platforms in the huge Wuyue Square were suddenly dismissed, and except for the few remaining disciples of the five major sects, no one else stayed.

Seeing that Xiaoyaozong, as the master, was walking and scattering, Biling, who was a little annoyed, couldn't help frowning, and then, she turned around and asked the opinion of the person in front of her.

"Senior sister, are we just waiting here?"

"Guests are up to the guest, so just wait."

After hearing the pleasant voice, Biling also returned to normal, standing straight behind Xiaoying and waiting together.

Also standing in place without moving at all was Mu Ze, the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword, who listened, and Yi Jun, the chief disciple of the Ethereal Peak, smiled.

This time the task and discussion, the five major sects have made up their minds, and at the same time let go of the hands of the leaders of the sects.

How could a person who was crawling in the world of cultivating immortals not understand in his heart?

Those who can really achieve great things have all grown up from the lessons of blood and tears.

Even if you are the chief disciple of the sect, if you don't let go when you should let go, what will be delayed will only be the splendid future of these proud sons.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )