"Dead...... They're all dead! The Great Seal Imperial Palace is over......"

After the shock, everyone thought that the only three spirit kings in the Great Sealing Palace were all dead today. Hua Qingyun, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, today everyone recognizes this head of the Seven Peerless Sects, this is a real ruthless hero!

"Hua Qingyun, ...... you" The people of the Great Sealing Imperial Palace were afraid, and they inadvertently retreated a distance, losing the strong man of the Spirit King, they instantly felt very uneasy, and some of the timid people had even begun to retreat.

Hua Qingyun ignored them, he coughed lightly, wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then turned around and returned to the team of the Seven Peerless Sects, and the other Great Seals along the way retreated.

At this time, Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu supported Yuwen Lei, and the other disciples of the Seven Peerless Sects and the eighteen martial monks of the Qianzang Temple formed a circle, looking at the half-dead bloody man in horror.

Hua Qingyun walked to Yu Wenlei's side, put his fingers on the pulse of his wrist, leaned less, Hua Qingyun frowned and shook his head, and put his hand back.

"Master, how is my eldest brother, you must save him!" Zhuo Biao said hurriedly.

"There's no way, there is a crack in his spiritual vein, this is secondary, the key is that there is an evil force that has almost wiped out his will, and now he is power......less."

"No, no, the eldest brother won't die!" Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu were unwilling to accept this result.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this time, the eighteen golden monks led by Cheng Yu also came over, of course they saw Yuwen Lei's state, his breath was intermittent, and he was afraid that he might lose his breath at any time.

"Amitabha, Master Huashi, forgive the poor monk for offending, and let the poor monk take Uncle Lei back......" Cheng Yu said in a deep voice.

"Hmm, master, do you have a way to save him?" Hearing this, Hua Qingyun exclaimed.

"Back to the donor, the time is pressing, and the poor monk does not dare to promise, for the sake of today's plan, he can only let the poor monk take him back, and let the abbot and uncle help him. ”

"Hmm, abbot, go! Hua went with the masters. Hua Qingyun immediately made a decision, took a deep breath and said.

"This ......" Cheng Yu pondered for a moment, Qianzang Temple does not accept secular forces casually, but the situation is special, he finally nodded and agreed, "Huizhen, you help Master Lei Uncle Ancestor, let's go back." ”

"Yes, Uncle Cheng Yu. ”

Subsequently, Hui Zhen carried the unconscious Yuwenlei on his back, and the eighteen warrior monks and eighteen golden monks took Yuwenlei and Hua Qingyun, Hua Qingyun only gave a few brief explanations, and then set off with him, and Zhuo Biao and Gu Yu strongly demanded that they also follow.

Seeing these figures leaving, the people who were still left behind sighed, a big battle ended, the wounded died, Elder Mo Feng and Qian Chunqiu picked up a life, and they were each carried away, until this moment Elder Mo Feng was still unconscious, and on the way back, Elder Zhong showed suspicion of this Elder Mo Feng.

Several high-ranking members of the Seven Peerless Sect were preparing to leave for the sect with a group of disciples, and at this moment, Hua Ziyuan and the three deacons suddenly appeared, looking at the devastated ground, they were horrified, and hurriedly joined the elders of the sect, and Hua Ziyuan's spiritual power tracked into the distance, and immediately jumped out and quickly chased after him......

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Forty or so people rushed to the northeast of Dafeng, and halfway through, the great monk Cheng Yu directly carried Yuwen Lei on his back, and the eighteen golden monks and Hua Qingyun took the first step, and the speed soared sharply.

And the eighteen warrior monks and Zhuo Biao Gu of the 'Hui' generation, after all, the speed is much slower, and the situation is critical at this time, so they have to go separately.

With the speed of the Spirit King's powerhouse, in just over two hours, they returned to the Qianzang Temple, and more than twenty figures flew into the temple halfway up the mountain, Hua Qingyun looked at this small temple in disbelief, who would have thought that such a small temple in the deep mountains would hide eighteen spirit kings!

After landing, at the next moment, an old monk wearing a purple robe fell down, and Jiji suddenly frowned, and inserted the golden jade Zen staff on the ground, and his figure instantly came to Yuwen Lei's side.

"Uncle Abbot, Uncle Lei, he ......"

Before Cheng Yu's words were finished, he stopped stopping it, at this time, his old face was dignified like never before, and a terrifying momentum emanated, and a spiritual power entered Yuwen Lei's body, and he exchanged hands with that evil force.

"Shhh...... This, this is ...... Spirit Emperor Strong!"

Hua Qingyun behind him was stunned, this spiritual power is definitely not at the level of the Spirit King, I can't imagine that this temple still has a strong person above the Spirit King! Spirit Emperor, this kind of strong person will not be too much in the entire Western Frontier, it is really the top force in the Western Frontier. In Dafeng, it is rumored that the sect leader of the Lingyan Sect, the old man of Yundao, has broken through the Spirit Emperor, and now, there is still one in this barren mountain!

After the exclamation, Hua Qingyun restrained his thoughts, and it was inconvenient to make any more noises at this time, and then he was also watching the changes on the side. For a long time, even beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the old monk, during which Yuwen Lei's chest rose and fell violently many times, as if it was caused by the confrontation between the two forces in his body.

"Alas......"

Suddenly, Ji Ji withdrew his spiritual power and let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Abbot, Uncle Lei?"

"It's difficult, even his own willpower has been eroded, if Senior Brother Lei doesn't take the initiative to resist the evil force, the old man can't do anything......"

"This master, what else can be done?" Hua Qingyun stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Who is the benefactor?"

"Master Hui, the junior is Hua Qingyun, the head of the Seven Peerless Sects, and the Lei Fa mentioned by the master is the disciple of my Seven Peerless Sects. Hua Qingyun is colorful.

"I see, alas, Senior Brother Lei Fa he...... It's hard to get through today......"

"What? Even the master can't do anything?" Hua Qingyun frowned, looking at Yu Wenlei who was dying, his eyes full of regret.

In Hua Qingyun's heart, a disciple with a heart like Yu Wenlei is what the sect needs most, and he still has an ambition that is about to move, and even hopes that one day, he will lead the Seven Peerless Sects to rise in Western Xinjiang and become famous all over the world. The process is too difficult, but if you cultivate a few disciples like Yuwen Lei, then there is hope......

Whoosh!

With the rapid sound of breaking the sky, more than 20 people rushed back at the gate of the mountain, it was the eighteen warrior monks and Zhuo Biao Guyu, and in addition, there was a woman in a white dress following behind them, this woman was Hua Ziyuan who was chasing after her.

As soon as she entered the temple, Hua Ziyuan sensed the breath, and walked towards the temple first, and finally, she saw Yu Wenlei, who had been absent for a long time, the man she had been waiting for for more than a year.

It's just that at this moment, Yuwen Lei was wrapped in dried blood shackles, looking shocking, at this moment, Hua Ziyuan felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest, and two lines of tears slid down...... (To be continued.) )