Wang Qingmin and the Holy Lord of Lei Ling also hurriedly followed, at this time, a group of senior monks of the original Ethereal Sect had already left, and some Yuanying monks were arranging for their disciples to board the flying boat, and the scene was a little chaotic.

To the southeast, Xianyuan City.

Just like the scene in the 2012 movie The End of the World, an extremely huge crack happened to split through the very center of Xianyuan City, and the ground opened a ruthless mouth, devouring the life of this mortal.

When Reg and the others arrived, it was already too late.

Within a few minutes, a huge crack had already engulfed the entire Xianyuan City, except for a very few people who escaped the catastrophe because they went out to leave the city, and those who stayed in the city all died.

Reg stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, looking down numbly. With his eyesight, the sea of fire magma in the depths of the earth seemed to be almost right in front of him.

In the face of the forces of nature, mortals have almost no ability to resist, and the fragility of life is no different.

In such a scene, there are almost no wounded, except for death, the rest is still death.

When the rest of the people from the Ethereal Immortal Sect came, they were relatively speechless when they saw such a scene of extinction.

Long.

The Thunder Spirit Holy Lord came to Reg, and Reg in front of him seemed to be a little old.

"Friend Reg, are you alright?" The Thunder Spirit Holy Lord asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just a little sad. There is a child in my Reg's generation who has excellent qualifications, and I originally planned to pick him up after we were busy with the merger of the two of us, but now... Alas! ”

"All this is fate, destiny cannot be violated, and you don't blame yourself too much. We are only surviving now, and we have less than a hundred years to go, and when the continent is destroyed, I am afraid that we will also die together. Lei Ling said.

"Forget it, mortals' lives are short, but I seem to be a little delicate, and it is imperative to save them as much as I can."

Reg is no ordinary person, and he recovers from his grief very quickly.

So, the first day of the establishment of the Ethereal Immortal Sect was spent in such a tense rescue.

A month later, in the main hall of the Ethereal Immortal Sect.

Reg handed a jade slip to Lei Ling beside him, his brows furrowed.

Although this world is said to be less than a hundred years old, the signs of natural disasters have already appeared.

Volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis......

All sorts of disasters began to occur frequently on the continent, and new news came every day. However, judging from the news in the past three days, the mainland has begun to stabilize and is waiting for a new round of outbreaks.

"Brother Dao, unless we can soar to the Immortal Realm within a hundred years, we have no way to escape." Reg said with some disappointment.

"Yes, the only thing we can do now is to practice as hard as we can and strive for that slim future." Lei Ling followed.

"It's okay, from today onwards, our Ethereal Immortal Sect is also going to start fighting, come on, I have something to order." Reg said outside.

Soon, a monk on duty came to the main hall and saluted the two of them.

"Qinglong, tell me to go down, starting today, let go of the sect's resources and go all out for the disciples to cultivate. Open the Chuan Gong Pavilion, open the forbidden land of the sect, open the supply of elixir, and in the last hundred years, my Ethereal Immortal Sect must fight. Reg finally made up his mind.

Lei Ling listened to his words, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and Lei Ge wanted to let go of the elixir supply, and this burden was about to fall on Wang Qingmin. I don't know if Regg ever greeted him.

"Haha, fighting with the sky, the fun is endless, fighting with the earth, the fun is endless!" Reg laughed out loud and walked towards the apse.

"Lei Daoyou, I'm going to retreat soon, don't you want to fight for the last hundred years?" Reg said, drifting away.

Lei Ling looked at his back and also made a decision.

"Qinglong, I will also retreat immediately, at present, there are only three Mahayana monks in the Ethereal Immortal Sect, the three of us must fight, Tianfan Patriarch retreats and cultivates all day long, not to mention it, once I and the sect master retreat, I am afraid that the major events in the sect will fall on Wang Qingmin's Taishang Protector, but he is responsible for the supply of pills in the sect, I am afraid that he will be lacking in skills, you and other gods and monks must take on the heavy responsibility and protect the safety of the sect."

"Yes, Deputy Sect Master." Qinglong nodded in response.

He also understood that this was the final sprint of the Ethereal Immortal Sect, and the three Mahayana Patriarchs were the three closest to the end, and during this period, they must not be disturbed in the slightest.

"Also, Qinglong, what the sect master arranged just now, go and do it immediately, and all the disciples who have been stationed in other places for a long time will be recruited back, in the last hundred years, I don't want the sect disciples to have any regrets."

After Lei Ling finished speaking, his body turned, turned into a spiritual light, and flew towards his station.

Qinglong glanced at the empty hall again, turned into a cyan phantom, and flew out.

Soon, Regg's order was carried out in the Ethereal Immortal Sect.

Several forbidden places filled with spiritual energy were opened, and disciples could enter at will with their sect identity jade cards. The Great Guardian Array of the Transmission Pavilion has been removed, and the guards have become sparse, and the exercises inside can be read at will. As for the elixir, there are no elixirs to improve cultivation, but the life-saving elixirs have been issued by Wang Qingmin in large quantities, basically every disciple has ten bottles of big red potion and ten bottles of big blue potion in his hand, and each god cultivator has ten bottles of healing potion in his hand in case of emergency.

Wang Qingmin is not in complete retreat, he is actually in semi-retreat. However, so many medicines were distributed, and no one came to disturb his retreat for a while.

In this way, every few years, Wang Qingmin will issue a batch of medicines, and time will pass slowly.

One day thirty years later.

The sun is always so fresh in early spring, the earth is slowly waking up, and some strong plants have already begun to change their clothes to add a little green to the world.

In the west of the Ethereal Immortal Sect, on a flying magic weapon, a female monk with a frown on her brows was driving the magic weapon with a nervous face, her whole body's spiritual power boiling, and she flew in the direction of the Ethereal Immortal Sect.

On the magic weapon, there was also a man covered in blood who looked to be dying, and the blood that spat out of his mouth from time to time indicated that this person might not live long.

A teenage girl was wiping the blood from her lips with tears in her eyes, and it seemed that this man must be her close relative.

"Sister Rou, how long will it take to arrive, Brother Cheng is dying."

The girl said anxiously.

"When I arrived, it was the floating mountain, where the sect of the Ethereal Immortal Sect was located." The friar, who was controlling the flying magic weapon, breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived.

The magic weapon rushed directly to the top of the floating mountain with a yellow aura. Several Yuanying monks who were on duty hurriedly greeted them.

"Senior Sister Rou, who is this person?"

A primordial monk said.

"Get out of the way, I want to see the Supreme Protector, and I'll explain to you later." The flying magic weapon did not stop, and flew directly towards the pavilion where Wang Qingmin was.

It is a three-storey wooden pavilion with a brownish-red color that makes it look very ornate and dignified.

At the door of the pavilion, two tall skeletons in armor were standing in the doorway, the red light in their eyes flashing from time to time, and the two skull heads looked around from time to time. 、

"Taishang Dharma Protector helps."

In the distance, Senior Sister Na Rou's voice came, and her voice was extremely anxious.

"Senior Sister Rou?"

From inside the pavilion, a person rushed out quickly, looking at the yellow light shooting from the air.

"Senior Brother Tong, Lord Taishang Dharma Protector can be inside, save this person quickly."

It can be said that Senior Sister Rou at this time is the only way she can think of to save this person.

"The Supreme Protector is here, but his old man just announced a seven-day retreat yesterday!" Senior Brother Tong looked at his Rou Senior Sister and said helplessly.

"No, I must see the Supreme Protector, please Senior Brother Tong, let me in." Qiao Rourou asked anxiously.

"This ...... Senior sister, it's not that you don't help, it's really ......"

At this moment, three rays of light fell here, but they were three Yuanying monks on duty.

"Senior brother, the Supreme Protector said that as long as there is an injured person, you can come to him at any time, and you can't see death without help." A monk who looked very young.

"But ......," Senior Brother Tong had to say.

"Goo," the man on Qiao Rou's magic weapon spit out another mouthful of blood.

Qiao Rourou was in a hurry, and was about to rush in, but suddenly found that there was one more person on her flying boat.

I saw that the man was wearing a silver-white robe, and his long black hair was coiled behind his head with a silver button, and he was tied together. This person was born with clear eyebrows, but his handsome face revealed a trace of calm maturity, and the eyes under the thick eyebrows radiated fine light, making people dare not look directly.

"Lord Taishang Dharma Protector!"

The crowd hurriedly saluted.

This person is Wang Qingmin, in the past seven days, he is preparing to fight with the **oss in his only copy map, that is, the city lord of the golden city, and now he has finally cleared up an area of elite monsters, and when he is ready to fight the other party, the injured people outside the door make him have to retreat again.

It's so helpless, it's the third time I've been interrupted.

Now Wang Qingmin has accumulated a large number of ingots after 30 years of practice, and his experience has grown rapidly in the ingots bubble map, and now he has reached the sixty-third level, and as long as there is an opportunity, he can be promoted to the sixty-fourth level and become a Mahayana monk. However, this opportunity has never appeared. (To be continued.) )