Seeing that Wu Ziling was still honest, the old man thought in his heart, the sect master should have known about this matter and should be on the way here.

"Boy, whether you are a member of the clan or not, you can put down the five-colored stone in your hand and follow me to see the sect master, and you can explain everything to him!" the old man looked at Wu Ziling in front of the altar and said impatiently.

"Why did you stick my hand?"

Wu Ziling suddenly found that no matter how he shook it, he couldn't shake off this fist-sized five-colored immortal stone, and a suction force was released from this five-color stone, which stuck to his palm.

He smiled bitterly and turned to look at the old man behind him in embarrassment.

"You stinky boy, you can really toss!" the old man rolled his eyes and scolded, he was helpless.

Ever since Xuanqing Sect obtained this treasure of heaven and earth, no one has ever been able to resonate, and he has never seen this situation, so he naturally doesn't know what to do.

The five-colored light gradually dimmed, and everything returned to normal.

The sticky feeling in his palms suddenly disappeared, and the five-colored stone fell on the altar with a clatter.

The old man and Wu Ziling breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and finally did not make any irreversible mistakes.

"Let's go, boy, you're really bold enough, hum!" the old man grabbed Wu Ziling, gave a big roll of his eyes, and said sarcastically.

The void cracked, and a dark crack stood out.

The old man who grabbed Wu Ziling's gaze just stared, and he didn't have time to prepare anything. A shocking sword light roared out from the gap, and a black sword light flashed past the two of them.

"Ugh"

A drop of blood flowed down his eyebrows, and the old man beside Wu Ziling's eyes were round, and there was a slight whimper in his throat, and he fell straight down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

It's too fast, it's just a matter of seconds.

Wu Ziling didn't react until he heard the old man's "boom" fall to the ground, why did the old man fall down so well?

A black figure emerged from the void, and with a flick, Wu Ziling fainted and was unconscious.

The black figure took the five-colored immortal stone on the altar like the wind, and then with a wave of his hand, the void exploded again.

With one step, the void crack vanished, and the heavens and the earth returned to silence, as if nothing had ever appeared again!

After a while, the void condensed, and a figure appeared out of thin air above the mountain spring, the green robe was flying, his eyes were like blue sky, and the sect master had arrived.

He saw that the old man who usually guarded this place fell to the ground, with an undried blood stain on his eyebrows, and the five-colored immortal stone enshrined on the altar had disappeared.

He landed beside the old man, checked the old man's body, and the aura that surrounded his body suddenly became thicker.

"Clan Assembly!

An angry sound echoed throughout Xuanqing City, the sound of heaven was vast, and the methods of the strongest were undoubtedly revealed-

A day later, at dusk, somehow, in the depths of the 100,000 mountains coiled like a real dragon, a nine-year-old child woke up, gently rubbed his eyes, and made a "hmm" sound in his mouth, like the murmur of a child who had just woken up.

Wu Ziling woke up and looked around, except for the afterglow of the sunset that reflected the red sky, only the towering trees were left.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be on the mountain, and he was going to be taken by the old man to see the sect master, and then he saw a phantom, and then he didn't remember anything after that.

Wu Ziling got up and patted the dust on his body. He looked for a random direction and walked aimlessly.

Rising in the east and falling in the west, he traveled all the way to the west for I don't know how many miles, not to mention that the village was not seen, but there was not even a figure.

"Am I still on the crape myrtle star now?" Wu Ziling couldn't help but ask himself, he had already experienced the unbelievable once, and it was not strange to experience it again.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the fallen leaves are fluttering in the wind. Wu Ziling walks here, there is no so-called road, only the reflection accompanies him.

It wasn't until night that Wu Ziling finally saw the living creature, but it was a pity that the dozens of pairs of blood-red eyes were flowing with a hara, staring at him intently.

That's dozens of bloody jackals eyeing each other!

(To be continued)