After Yun Du finished speaking, he didn't get a response from Ling Junxuan, but fortunately, he didn't look at her with the eyes of a fool, but swept around the hall in silence.

His eyebrows and eyes were still cold, but the gloomy and heavy aura had faded a little.

"Cloud Twilight, have you seen the corpse mountain and the sea of blood?"

Unlike the faint evil aura on Ling Junxuan's body, as soon as he spoke, Yun Duan felt a cold aura rushing towards him.

His tone was very indifferent, as if he was not talking about a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but about the uneventful weather.

Yundui had actually seen it, but she didn't answer, but focused her attention on the deep meaning of his words: "You're going to kill?" ”

The hem of Ling Junxuan's wide clothes brushed over with his movements, falling lightly on Yun Dui's body.

In the next second, Yun Duan found that he was being grabbed by Ling Junxuan's waist.

After he held her in his arms, he directly soared into the air and suspended above the main hall, overlooking the Qi Refining Stage disciples kneeling below.

Yun Duan subconsciously hugged Ling Junxuan back, his movements were natural, and there was no sense of disobedience.

This undisguised wholehearted trust made Ling Junxuan chuckle, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "I'm just letting some people go back to where they should go." ”

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Before Yun Duan could figure out who Ling Junxuan was talking about, he saw Ling Junxuan raise his hand, and he didn't know what spell he had cast, and everyone who was originally kneeling on the main hall disappeared with a gust of wind, as if they had never appeared.

Ling Junxuan looked at the empty hall, reached out and gently touched Yun Dui's long hair, and squinted: "Believe it or not, there will be a bunch of people here soon." ”

At the same time as his words fell, the air in the hall seemed to be like water waves, swaying slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then hundreds of people appeared in the phantom of the void and the reality.

Among these hundreds of people, there were men and women, old and young, and they were all floating in the air like Ling Junxuan, with an extremely dangerous aura, surrounding Ling Junxuan.

Yun Du only felt that the strength of these people was unfathomable, and she had a free hand, ready to help Ling Junxuan at any time.

Although she was only a junior disciple in the Qi refining period, her water ability, swordsmanship, and ancient martial arts were not in this world's strength measurement system.

Her instincts told her that she had something to do.

"Where did you send those disciples?" An old man touched his beard, looking like he was on top of it, as if he wasn't worried that Ling Junxuan would escape from their palms.

Ling Junxuan put his eyes on the old man, hooked his lips and said, "You look for it yourself, don't you know?" However, you probably won't waste any effort looking for it. In your eyes, it was just a group of young disciples in the Qi refining period, and it was insignificant. ”

The old man's movement of touching his beard stopped, meaning something: "It's just a group of junior disciples in the Qi refining period, and it is really insignificant." But if you want to rely on them to deliver the news and call on others to save you, you can only say that you are naïve. ”

Ling Junxuan sneered: "Deliver the news? You really underestimate your own brainwashing skills. Don't worry, those little disciples may try their best to return to Ling Tianxian Mansion, only to feel that they have suffered an unwarranted disaster. ”

"It doesn't matter what happens to these disciples, the important thing is, should this month's blood be given?" A voluptuous woman interrupts their conversation while admiring her shiny nails.

A thin man answered: "Jun Xuan Daojun, because you sent away many new disciples of Ling Tianxian Mansion without authorization, according to the rules, this month's blood volume should be given two hundred drops. ”

Ling Junxuan saw that they were unaware of the situation they were about to face, and showed a strange smile: "In the past thousand years, your cultivation has increased a lot, but your IQ has not improved at all. ”

As soon as they heard this, the originally leisurely and casual Bailai people suddenly became serious, and they began to observe Ling Junxuan carefully, wanting to see what he relied on for this today.

After a few minutes, they didn't see what was going on.

Ling Junxuan's body was still so weak, his face was as pale as paper, and they could even see the tiny blue veins on the wrists under the hem of his wide coat.

If there is any difference, it is that he has an extra woman in his arms.

In fact, they had found out that there was a woman in his arms before, but because her strength was too low, it didn't attract their attention.

In their eyes, Twilight is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed to death with just an outstretched finger.

An ant is not enough for people to notice, and they will not care if they see it.

However, because of Ling Junxuan's meaningful words, everyone looked at him carefully, even observing an ant in his arms for a long time, just to know why he dared to say this.

Looking at it this way, wasn't this woman one of the two hundred Qi Refining Stage disciples sent in? It seems to be from the Cloud Palace, right? The other disciples were sent away, and it was not known why the woman was left behind.

Could it be that Ling Junxuan has taken a fancy to this female disciple?

No.

A thousand years ago, when the Ling clan had not yet fallen, the female cultivators who admired Ling Junxuan were like carp crossing the river, and there were even male cultivators who recommended themselves for pillows.

Countless people were crazy about him, but he was unmoved.

Gentle humor is all ignored, and it is directly killed by forcible grabbing.

Commissure. None of the elders of the Mahayana period of the Huan Palace captured Ling Junxuan, how could this female disciple be able to do so?

Wait, how did their thinking deviate to such a place, they wanted to observe what kind of confidence Ling Junxuan had to say such arrogant words.

Thousands of years have passed, his cultivation has not increased at all, and his body has become so weak that he can't do it no matter how he looks at it. The way things are.

However, Ling Junxuan has always been a man of his word, and a person who tells the truth will never play those false.

He can do what he says.

When they think about it, their hearts begin to feel empty.

Yun Du nestled in Ling Junxuan's arms, and he didn't know why he wanted to laugh.

Although these hundred or so people can be called a large number of people, because of Ling Junxuan's words, their expressions have become very solemn.

Compared with their great enemy, Ling Junxuan was particularly calm.

In order to boost morale and comfort himself, the old man who spoke to Ling Junxuan at the beginning spoke: "I didn't expect that Junxuan Daojun would also learn to speak big after staying in the Meditation Hall for a thousand years. Are you so weak that you think that if you say something specious, we will be afraid? ”

Ling Junxuan withdrew the hand that was stroking Yun Dui's long hair, and pressed it in the air, as if smiling: "Even if I am so weak, you are still too weak for me. ”