Luo Yuyu collected all the picked spiritual plants into the Kunlun ring he was wearing.

She moves slowly.

The four of them slowed down all the time, quietly watching her movements.

In their conversations from time to time, Luo Yuyu also knew that the Jindan Realm male cultivator who was the leader was named Jing Hao, and he was a disciple of the Xuantian Sect's Dusk Mountain True Person.

Another slightly shorter male cultivator is a junior of the elders of the outer sect of the same sect, Zhang Chutian, who is on the eighth floor of the foundation realm.

Two female cultivators, one of whom is an ordinary inner disciple, Zhou Meidie, is on the third floor of the foundation realm. There is also a miscellaneous disciple of the outer gate, Ming Haitang, the five elements spirit root, and the eighth layer of the Qi realm.

"Uncle Jing Hao, has the Ancestor of Dusk Mountain arrived?" Ming Haitang looked at the sound transmission stone that was flickering in Jing Hao's hand, and asked timidly.

Master Dusk Mountain is the hall master of the Penal Law Hall, and he is very majestic, and every time she sees him from a distance, she can feel that the other party seems to be able to easily perceive her intentions and the little secrets hidden in her heart.

Jing Hao glanced at her slightly and nodded in response.

Since he got the essence blood, he can use this sound transmission stone that has a little bit of spiritual sense attached to his master to transmit sounds.

He informed the other party of everything that happened in the Savage Forest, focusing on the Eight Rank Golden Emperor Lantern Fruit and the mysterious high-ranking female cultivator who rescued them.

The master said that he would come and pick them up in person, and there was a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Xuantian Sect has not had a rising monk for nearly a hundred years, it should have been one of the eight major sects of the first class, in the past hundred years, there have been no monks to ascend, many high-level monks have continued to sit down, and the status of their sect has fallen again and again, and now it has been reduced to a second-class sect, depriving many mines of the right to use.

The level of the disciples is uneven, and the outer disciples only need to have spiritual roots, and they can be recruited directly. The reason can be imagined, no new blood is willing to join their sect.

If they can bring this senior back to the sect, at least three years later, their ranking will be a little higher, and the cultivation resources they will share will also be skewed.

"Senior, my master has sailed over with the spirit boat, let's go out." Jing Hao saw that after Luo Yuyu had collected a spirit plant, he suddenly said loudly.

Luo Yuyu gathered a water balloon and washed her dirty hands.

Then he walked over.

She could sense that there was a spirit boat floating not far away, and on it sat a Refining Void Realm and a Tribulation Realm cultivator.

"Then let's go." She stroked her sleeve, still carrying a small food basket.

Zhou Meidie walked to Luo Yuyu's side intentionally or unintentionally, "Senior, junior has something to understand, I don't know if the seniors have solved the puzzle?" ”

When Luo Yuyu heard this, she glanced at her with a smile, "Just say it." ”

"Seniors know that there is a White Pearled Star Grass in the depths of this wild forest, and this immortal grass has gone beyond the scope of the Ten Rank Spirit Grass, but no one has ever seen it." Her tone was clean, and she didn't hear a hint of anything else, as if she was just curious.

"I didn't know." The name of this grass is very familiar, as if there is exactly one in the Kunlun ring that Chi Xun gave her.

Zhou Meidie bowed to her, "Senior Xie informed." There was a faint look of frustration in her eyes.

One of the meritorious golden lotus trees in the sea of Luo Yu is shining with dazzling light.

There are voices of believers petitioning.

She was silent for a while, her soul disappeared into the mountain god seal, and she listened carefully to this person's heart, "Where is the white canzhu star grass, there is not even a wild forest, how to save him." ”

A faint sound knocked on the wall of the golden lotus, scattering subtle golden light.

Her subconscious told her that the person Mei Die wanted to save this week must have great merit.

It can arouse the merit of the Golden Lotus in a third party, even if it is just a thought in the heart, it can resonate with the Golden Lotus. The power of merit possessed by that person must have been no weaker than that of ordinary earth immortals.

Since it can stir up the golden lotus, it is destined for her, and I think I will have the opportunity to meet it in the future.

Just as he was thinking about it, a spirit boat slowly descended in mid-air.

The two middle-aged male cultivators jumped down, and they were none other than the true people of Dushan Mountain and the head of the Xuantian Sect, Qingyang Ancestor.

Luo Yuyu saw at a glance the dying state on Qingyang's body.

It was very clear, there was a circle of filthy qi around his body, and he was already close to sitting, and even his soul had begun to be unstable.

Luo Yuyu's fingers flicked slightly, and a wisp of immortal power flew into Qingyang's body, temporarily separating him from those filthy qi.

Qingyang sensed that the feeling of being tightly bound all over his body disappeared, and the power of the fairy spirit still appeared.

He was a Tribulation Realm cultivator, and he could sense that the power was the immortal power that he had cultivated for many years, but he couldn't ask for.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life." He bowed tremblingly to Luo Yuyu.

Twilight Mountain on the side felt the changes in the master's body, and there was a hint of respect in his eyes when he looked at Luo Yuyu.

"Senior, please get on the Lingzhou, and we will go to Fusang City. Xuantian Sect also has a base there, and the seniors can go and repair it. His voice was strong.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

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On the flying boat, Twilight Mountain controlled the spirit boat while asking his disciples about the specific experience of this experience.

Luo Yuyu stood by the railing, looking at the landscape here, and felt that it was indeed much more flexible than that of Liuxiazhou. She could also sense that there were also many scattered immortals and earth immortals in the surrounding realm.

There are even a few gods like her.

Luo Yuyu let go of his divine sense and searched for the traces of Changyi in the air.

She could only sense a faint response, and the other party seemed to be far away from her.

She didn't find anyone, but a few waves of friendly consciousness responded to her.

Most of them are second-turn and third-turn earth immortals.

The immortal power that Luo Yuyu inadvertently emanated made everyone on the spirit boat feel awe.

A glimmer of hope emerged in Qingyang's cloudy eyes, this senior's cultivation was unfathomable, she might be an immortal who had been an immortal for a long time, if she was willing to inherit the Xuantian Sect, their sect would be saved.

Luo Yuyu's sea of knowledge echoed this old voice.

This came from the Golden Lotus of Merit that Qingyang had provided to her, and she saw the light of the Golden Lotus in response again.

It seems that the person with great merit must be related to this Xuantian Sect.

Receiving the resonance of the merit golden lotus twice a day, is this a premonition in the dark?

I'm thinking about it.

Suddenly, she felt that the little black dragon in the cave had woken up.

There was also a man in black standing next to it, with bursts of thunder flashing around him, it was Chu Lu who was stuffed into the cave by Luo Yuyu.

She separated a touch of divine consciousness and entered the cave.

"Are you really Chu Lu?" Luo Yuyu stared at the familiar person, the same face, the same voice. It's just that she carries the power around her that makes her can't help but be afraid, but maybe the two have signed an equal contract, and she can bear this breath.

The cold scent of his body was gone, replaced by a strange smell of wood and straw mixed together.

Chu Li's deep eyes showed the figure of a girl, he silently took a step back, subconsciously reined in the momentum on his body, and by the way, he put the little black dragon lying on the ground and pretending to be dead into the spirit pet space.

"It's me." A dark voice rang out.