In the eyes of these Thousand Thousand Sect disciples, they couldn't even remember that they had stood there for a while, let alone that they had seen anything. So all the memories remained, and I walked all the way, and then I seemed to shake my mind a little.

Before they shook their heads, the whole team was obviously still in good shape. But when they came back to their senses, they suddenly found that the soul of a fellow Daoist beside them was suddenly shattered, which made them not frightened.

Nuomi earnestly hoped to repair the monk's broken soul, but unfortunately she tried, and finally could only sigh and give up.

The disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect were all gathered around Nuo Mi, but the allied monk was standing outside the crowd in some horror.

He didn't show his panic in front of others, but Zong Wude, who was standing further outside, naturally took his expression into his eyes.

This man must have been suspicious. After all, there were only two of them in the team who did not belong to the Thousand Thousand Sect, and now, there was already one such monk whose soul was shattered.

Zong Wude didn't know much about these curves and curves in the training team. He was an outsider, and he only thought that the monks who came over this time were all disciples of the Qianren Sect, and when he saw that the other party actually showed a frightened look, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Zong Wude cautiously glanced at the pillar from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, and he didn't know what it should be like in his heart.

He followed the glutinous rice, of course, not for nothing. He had also heard the name of the Thousand Hundred Sect, and even knew more than ordinary monks. Almost as soon as he saw the glutinous rice, he had already remembered the rumors that were circulating in a small group of loose cultivators.

Among the sect called Qianren Sect, there is a young deputy head of the sect, who is a rare alchemist.

That's why he was reluctant to fight with glutinous rice in the first place. Because it doesn't matter who wins. He didn't want to have any trouble with the same alchemist. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the person standing in front of him was not just a young alchemist, but also an immortal cultivator whose cultivation level and spiritual veins and spiritual roots were much more powerful than him.

Zong Wude once wanted to join the Thousand Thousand Sects, but before he could start acting, the human world had already fallen into chaos, and he himself was lucky. I followed some friends in a daze. They all took refuge in the netherworld. When he came back, he didn't think of Qianrenzong again.

When Nuomi's training team first came to this vicinity, Nuomi didn't see Zong Wude in the casual cultivation. And at that time, Zong Wude was indeed not in the old site of Xuantian Pavilion.

When the two met for the first time, they were already faced with a fight.

Zong Wude has been feeling quite annoyed since then, so he will silently follow behind not far away, hoping to ease the relationship between the two sides - although in Nuomi's heart. I didn't feel any disgust for Zong Wude.

He was begged by those loose cultivators, so he came forward to participate in a competition on their behalf. According to Zong Wude's own thoughts. He would never get involved in any of these things. Whether it was in the original immortal cultivation world or in this chaotic place now, he was not the kind of person who liked to cause trouble, and preferred to hide in his cave and cultivate quietly.

has considerable strength, Zong Wude can also be regarded as an arrogant monk. There are even some sects of cultivating immortals, and he is very interesting. It's just that he didn't join those sects in the end.

- Alchemist.

Zong Wude glanced absentmindedly in the direction of glutinous rice again.

Nuomi had already closed her eyes at this time, pulling the monk who had lost her mind, and her whole body exuded a comfortable atmosphere.

Look at her like this. Even Zong Wude knew that Nuomi was trying to use his divine sense to guide. So as to integrate and awaken the other party's somewhat fragmented souls. It's just that this doesn't mean that if she guides, the other party will be able to respond, and it must be if the other party's soul is not too broken.

They stood quietly, but the other monks who had come back were not so quiet.

Fang had just woken up and turned around, and before he could figure out the situation, he stayed far away for a while. And now that they had finally fully woken up, and remembered where they were, they put away the vigilance in their eyes and began to open their mouths to speak.

The cultivation level of these monks is even lower than that of the pillars, although they are some immortal cultivators, they are even worse than the pillars.

The pillar still remembers what he saw, so he fell into a state of confusion, but he doesn't remember what he saw.

But these monks had even forgotten that they had seen things, and they could not remember that they had fallen into a daze, and when they woke up, they found that Nuomi was standing quietly with a sluggish monk, so they all opened their mouths in confusion to ask questions.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"What is the deputy head teacher doing?"

“…… This man, this ...... He...... What's going on? ”

Nuomi is still completely immersed in her own divine consciousness, so naturally she won't bother with these words. And the pillar was originally silent, and he had talked to Nuomi about what they had seen before, and he would not open his mouth to answer.

So in the end, these questions were thrown out in a noisy, but Zong Wude glanced at them with a rather strange look, hesitated and asked, "You guys...... Don't remember what happened to Fang Cai? ”

"Fangcai? What's going on. Nothing happened. One of the monks replied with a frown.

Most of them were disciples of the Thousand Thousand Hundred Sect, and only two monks were allies of the Thousand Thousand Sect. It was one of the alliance monks who was held by Nuomi, and the one who answered Zong Wude at this time was another alliance monk.

Because of the previous competition, the disciples of the Qianren Sect were still a little hostile to Zong Wude at the moment, and no one took his words. It was from the eyes of these disciples that Zong Wude also saw the same meaning.

In their minds, it was as if they really didn't have any impression of what had just happened. Not to mention that it is like glutinous rice, leaving a vague shadow in my heart, and I don't even remember that I have ever stood still. Seeing Nuomi and the completely stupid monk standing quietly, they all showed worried looks.

"Deputy Commander...... There won't be any danger, right? ”

A disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sect muttered quietly, but no one around him answered his words.

Zong Wude was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that these guys in front of him seemed to have seriously forgotten all the things in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although he didn't know what was happening, the group of guys in front of him stood still, but he saw it with his own eyes. Not to mention that he was watching this group of monks maintain a vigilant look after being woken up by Nuomi. But it didn't take long for these guys to remember what had happened.

Don't...... Is that rumor true?

Zong Wude suddenly had this idea.

This is something that outsiders don't know about. Even the casual cultivators who had been staying in the old Xuantian Pavilion for a long time recently were just taking the rumor as a joke.

Zong Wude was thinking about it, and the glutinous rice had already opened his eyes.

"Deputy Commander." "Deputy Leader!"

When the disciples of the Qianren Sect saw that their deputy head of the sect opened their eyes, they all opened their mouths to greet each other, and hurriedly gathered around Nuomi.

The remaining alliance monk in the crowd hesitated slightly, but he didn't follow those Thousand Thousand Sect disciples to Nuomi's side, but just paid attention to the sound of speech coming from there.

"The deputy is all right. What's going on, what's going on with this man? The anxious Qianren Sect disciple had already opened his mouth and asked.

Glutinous rice was stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

But when she spoke again, she didn't mention the matter of Fang Cai, but just looked up at the monk standing stupidly in front of her with some regret, shook her head and said, "His spirit is broken." I was going to help rechannel his soul back, but ...... It's so shattered, it's completely tricky. ”

The disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect were stunned, and they were in an uproar all of a sudden.

Many of them have heard of such a thing as the shattering of the divine soul, but if they have really seen it, I am afraid that they have searched the entire immortal cultivation world, and there are not a few of them. Once the soul is broken, if there is no advanced cultivator to help repair it, it will be such a demented appearance for the rest of your life. Not to mention cultivation, even eating, drinking, and Lazar on weekdays are completely incapacitated.

To put it more bluntly, a monk with a broken soul seems to have become a piece of flesh without any consciousness or thought, not even a baby.

Moreover, this has to repair the shattered soul, and it doesn't mean that it can be repaired if you want to. Fang Cai Nuomi had already tried this, and her cultivation level was by no means low now, but she still couldn't restore the monk's divine soul, which showed how difficult it was to repair the divine soul.

Many of them have heard of such a thing as the shattering of the divine soul, but if they have really seen it, I am afraid that they have searched the entire immortal cultivation world, and there are not a few of them. Once the soul is broken, if there is no advanced cultivator to help repair it, it will be such a demented appearance for the rest of your life. Not to mention cultivation, even eating, drinking, and Lazar on weekdays are completely incapacitated.

To put it more bluntly, a monk with a broken soul seems to have become a piece of flesh without any consciousness or thought, not even a baby.

Moreover, this has to repair the shattered soul, and it doesn't mean that it can be repaired if you want to. Fang Cai Nuomi had already tried this, and her cultivation level was by no means low now, but she still couldn't restore the monk's divine soul, which showed how difficult it was to repair the divine soul. (To be continued) R655