readx;? Above the sky, the flying sword that was moving forward at great speed trembled slightly, and Wu Yue tried his best to control it to make the flying sword fly smoothly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, it wasn't that she didn't cultivate enough, but that Shaoyang did it on purpose, and he wanted to abuse this girl on a whim.

Therefore, he secretly released his spiritual power to cause uneven fluctuations in the surrounding air pressure, causing the flying sword to be unbalanced.

In the face of Shaoyang's trouble, with Wu Yue's cultivation, even if she had some doubts, she couldn't detect it at all, so she could only think that it was her own problem.

"Hold on to me, don't let go!"

While increasing the output of spiritual power to control the flying sword, Wu Yue didn't forget to remind Shaoyang, which made him a little ashamed, so he didn't dare to tease anymore.

Because of his trouble, Wu Yue, who was already at the back of the team, fell behind.

Yu Qinghai, who was flying in front, swept his senses and found that Wu Yue had been left far behind, and he was immediately a little displeased, and then said:

"What are you grinding over there, speed up and keep up!"

The divine sense transmitted, and the voice suddenly sounded from Wu Yue's heart, startling her.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yu!"

Not daring to slack off, she hurriedly increased her spiritual power again and followed.

However, it seems that it is still a little difficult for her to maintain the full speed of flying.

After a while, her breathing became a little rapid, and beads of sweat were faintly oozing from her forehead, but she still gritted her teeth and supported herself.

Shaoyang didn't help, which was also a kind of exercise for her.

About half an hour later, as far as the eye could see, a towering mountain peak appeared in view.

Under the mountain peak, a huge bluestone mountain gate is faintly visible, and the three big characters of "Linhai Pavilion" above the mountain gate shine brightly.

And at the top of the peak, the rows of staggered attics are magnificent, and they are a blessed land of immortals.

Shaoyang was amazed, such a small sect had such a luxurious building, which could only show that the prosperity of this place was once lonely.

"Attention, I'm going down!"

Wu Yue didn't have the time to enjoy these paintings, she grew up in Linhai Pavilion since she was a child, and she was used to everything here, and she was not surprised.

When the words fell, Shaoyang symbolically retracted the arms around Wu Yue's slender waist again, and hugged her tightly.

She then controlled the flying sword through the mountain peak, and then continued to fall downward.

Behind the peaks is the endless sea, and the sun shines brightly on the sea, reflecting a dazzling crystalline light.

And on the edge of the beach, an altar of dozens of zhang in size is made of white stone and jade.

The altar is octagonal, and there is an inclined staircase of more than 100 stone steps facing the sea and the opposite place.

On both sides of the inclined staircase, there is a disciple standing guard every five steps, which is very magnificent.

And on the altar, needless to say, the people standing were all the high-level of the Linhai Pavilion and the disciples who had cultivated to the seventh order or above, and Yu Qinghai was impressively in the ranks, and he talked to an old man with white hair wearing a brocade yellow robe next to him from time to time.

This old man looks like a fairy wind and bones, and the rest of the people around him are also like monks, of course, his cultivation is also the highest among everyone, and he is in the middle of leaving.

There is no doubt that this person is the pavilion master of the Linhai Pavilion.

However, he was not the only one in the middle of the departure, there was also a middle-aged woman not far from him who also cultivated this, and this person's clothing was a little incompatible with the Linhai Pavilion.

He was wearing a huge blue-gray robe, which concealed his figure and looked a little puffy.

Her hair was combed up, and she had a handful of white dust on her right hand, which was completely the same as that of a girl, so it could be guessed that her identity should be the Lord of Qingxia Guanguan.

At this time, she was talking to her disciples, and when Shaoyang heard it, he understood that she was talking about Cheng Cheng's death.

Even if Wu Yue chased with all her might, Xiu Wei was there, and it was impossible to catch up with Yu Qinghai, and she was the last to come back at this time.

After landing on the edge of the altar, he waited for Shaoyang to descend to the altar, then put away his sword, and walked quickly to the white-haired old man, and said respectfully:

"Master!"

The white-haired old man nodded with a smile on his face, and said:

"You see you're the last to arrive, and you need to double your cultivation in the future and work hard to improve your cultivation!"

"Yes, Master!"

Wu Yue looked respectful, nodded and retreated to the side alone, there was nothing for her at this time.

Shaoyang's divine sense swept the audience, taking everything around him into his mind.

He found that the man surnamed Guo, who arrived first, had been ostracized to the edge of the altar, and he was pacing back and forth impatiently alone, but his eyes were constantly looking ahead.

His son, as well as Old Man Li's grandson, were placed in a cradle on a stone table in front of the altar.

There is a faint layer of spiritual power around the cradle, which is supposed to protect the baby from harm.

At this time, the two babies were breathing evenly, sleeping soundly, and looked very cute.

Shaoyang smiled slightly, very pleased.

In fact, on the way here, his divine sense has always locked on the two people holding the baby in his arms, and if there is an accident, he will save him as soon as possible, and will never let the baby be in any danger.

"Fairy Qingyan, I deeply regret the accidental death of your disciple Cheng Cheng. But this is not the time to find out the cause, so let's investigate it in detail later. The Holy Child is coming, and you and I are still in the best spirits to greet you, and maybe the Holy Child will reward you with something good. Otherwise, if you annoy the Holy Child, you and I won't be able to eat and walk around!"

At this time, the white-haired old man stepped forward and said quietly.

Qingxia Guan Master Qingyan frowned slightly, turned around with a bad face and glanced at the white-haired old man, and said in a cold voice:

"Jin Hai Lao Dao, don't talk cool words there, and the one who died is not your disciple, so you naturally don't feel distressed. ”

"You ......"

Jin Hai was taken aback, and immediately blew his beard and glared, but he was not a person who was easy to get emotional, and he returned to normal after a while.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, a distant wind chime rang.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The sound is crisp and pleasant, like the sound of heaven, resounding all over the world.

The sound was the wind chimes hanging from the altar's octagon, and there was no sea breeze blowing at this time, but it was a windless sound, which surprised everyone.

And those who have experienced it naturally know that the sound of the wind chimes means the arrival of the so-called "Holy Child".

"Fairy Qingyan, the Holy Child has arrived!"

After speaking, Jin Hai hurriedly stood at the front.

Qingyan snorted coldly, obviously disagreeing with Jin Hai, but she still walked forward honestly and stood respectfully side by side with Jin Hai.

For this Holy Child, she was obviously very afraid and did not dare to make a mistake.

The rest of the crowd also stood in neat rows, waiting with their heads halfway.

At this moment, the wind suddenly blew, and the wind chimes were blown and suddenly the "bell bells" rang non-stop, and the calm sea surface was surging and surging, and the waves were surging and churning, rolling up layers of big waves, blowing against the surrounding rock walls.

"Kneel!"

Jin Hai let out a low shout, and then knelt on the ground with his legs, and at the same time, Qingyan next to him did the same, not daring to be lazy.

Seeing that his pavilion master and the viewer master both knelt down, all the disciples also knelt down one after another.

At this time, everyone's expressions were extremely nervous, and the degree of respect was even greater!

Shaoyang's divine sense swept across the sea, only to see that the sea was turbulent, and a huge whirlpool was formed after a while.

His brows furrowed, his face twitched, and from the momentum he felt just now, he concluded that this Kraken cultivation was not weak, and he definitely had the strength of the Half-Spirit King level.

But he can't tell whether he will reach the level of the Spirit King, after all, what he feels at this moment is just a prelude.

However, this should not be possible, if it reaches the strength of the Spirit King level, how can this Kraken play with these juniors who are leaving the country?

At this time, I saw that from the huge sea whirlpool, two strange demon beasts actually stepped out of the sea.

This monster is about two feet long, like a fish and not a fish, but it has the body, scales, tail and fins of a fish.

It is like a snake but not a snake, but it has a snake's head, and under its body there are six crocodile-like feet, and the toes are extremely sharp.

This beast is called Ran's Relic Fish, which is an ancient marine beast that lives at a depth of several hundred meters in the sea, feeds on the fire rocks on the bottom of the sea, and rarely surfaces in the shallow sea, let alone to the coast.