As Xingru left, the figure of the empty death also disappeared into nothingness.

Yun Que was a little surprised by Xingru's change of attitude.

At first, he was still aggressive and wanted to gouge out his eyes, but now he turned around and left, it seems that the identity of the Yun clan's bloodline is quite useful in front of the Nine Tribulation Sword Spirit.

Of course, Yun Que would not be naïve enough to think that he was a descendant of the Qingyun Sword Immortal and was qualified to master the Nine Dao Sword Spirits.

Xingru obviously has a very high mind, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire Spirit Sword Sect was built by her, and the founding ancestor of the sect back then should have used the power of Xingru.

To be able to maintain a sect for thousands of years and become a first-class sect in Yunzhou, this method alone is far superior to others.

The higher the mind, the more scruples there are.

Regardless of whether Xingru is afraid of the Yun bloodline, or afraid of the existence of empty death, this sword spirit has its own judgment and thinking.

Changing to a sword spirit in a completely berserk state like Tsukihime, Yun Que believed that even if he said it wildly, he would not be able to escape the fate of being devoured.

Unless the Qingyun Sword Immortal arrives in person, I'm afraid that no one will be able to surrender to the berserk Blood Tribulation Sword.

It's good to have scruples......

Yun Que whispered in his heart, "Uncle Death, if I go to take a bath in the spiritual pool, will she be angry?"

"I don't know, you can try."

The voice of empty death sounded in Yun Que's ears, and he reminded him: "Get dressed and bubble."

Yun Que nodded solemnly.

You must wear clothes, Lingshuitan is not a bathhouse, and you almost have your eyes gouged out when you look at Lingzun, if you take a bath, the end will definitely not be too good.

The lessons learned by the Elder Gate are the best examples.

Unless he urgently needed to refine his body, Yun Que didn't plan to take a bath in the spiritual water pool.

The black curtain and thunder gradually dissipated, and the thunderous cage finally dissipated.

The conversation and figure between Xingru and the empty death in the thunder prison, except for Yun Que, no one can see it.

Even Daozi's Daotian Eye couldn't peek through the barrier mixed with thunder tribulation and death tribulation, and others didn't know about it.

Xiu Xue finally regained her sight.

In the eternal darkness of the night, she could not feel her own breath, like a drowning person, almost drowning.

The darkness faded, Xiu Xue gasped violently, breathed heavily, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

When she saw Yun Que standing there unscathed, she was immediately surprised.

Dare to look at Lingzun, even if he doesn't die, his eyes will definitely not be protected, in Xiu Xue's opinion, Yun Que has either become a corpse or a blind man.

But don't say you're blind, it doesn't seem to be missing even a single hair.

Xiu Xue's heart was shocked!

Lingzun actually let him go!

Shouldn't it?

Xiu Xue really couldn't understand what kind of means Yun Que had used to stay safe and sound in front of Lingzun.

Yun Que ignored Xiuxue, jumped into the stands of Teng Yunfeng, and met his uncle first.

After Lingzun's breath disappeared, Li Xianyun continued to snore, turned over, and turned his back to everyone.

Yun Que just made a show, and after giving a salute, he no longer paid attention to Li Xianyun.

This is the end of the Blackpeak Conference.

The elders of each peak left separately, and the stands of outsiders also set up sword lights.

Yun Que picked up Mu Qingyao and planned to go back to Teng Yunfeng and ask Daozi to help take a look at the injury.

Everyone here was about to leave, and the Great Elder's statement arrived.

Xue Ziyi and the others immediately saluted and bowed to the side.

"Daozi stays."

The statement fell behind the stands, and he smiled at Jianping Dao: "This year's Baifeng Conference is a little ridiculous, which makes Daozi smile."

Jian Pingzhi respectfully saluted: "It's an eye-opener, it's worth the trip."

"Daozi is modest, hehe, your sect's dusty real person is fine." The argument was polite.

The dusty real person in Chen's mouth is the contemporary sect master of the Tianyi Sect.

"Everything is fine with the teacher, but the retreat has not yet come out, thank you very much

The elders are concerned." Kenhei said gently.

"That's good, the last time I saw a real person, it's been more than 20 years."

Chen Ci sighed with emotion, and laid a layer of soundproof magic array without a trace, shielding Xue Ziyi and the others.

In addition to Chen Ci and Jian Pingzhi in the magic circle, there are also Yun Que next to him and Li Xianyun who is sleeping.

Chen Ciruo glanced at Li Xianyun with deep meaning, his expression was a little solemn, and he said to Jianping:

"The thousand-year-old snow catastrophe is coming, it has been less than ten years, and it coincides with such a natural disaster, which is the fate of cultivators like us.

"The family teacher started to deal with it many years ago, and the Taoist monk will do his best." Jian Pingzhi's expression was solemn when he said this, and he said ridiculously.

"That's good, then my Spirit Sword Sect will also contribute."

Chen Ci seemed to have unloaded some kind of heart, and the whole person was a little more relaxed, and said, "Daozi can observe it by himself in the Spirit Sword Sect, and the old man is gone."

"Greetings to the Great Elder." Daozi gave him a disciple gift.

After the statement was gone, the soundproofing circle disappeared.

Yun Que can hear the clouds and mountains and fog.

Millennial Snow Tribulation?

This word cloud is the first time I have heard of it, and I don't know where there is heavy snow.

Releasing the blue sky boat, Yun Que jumped up with Mu Qingyao in his arms, and Daozi Xue Ziyi and everyone boarded the boat one after another.

"Where's Uncle Shi?"

Xue Ziyi looked back, and Li Xianyun, who was sleeping, had long since disappeared.

From the beginning, to the walk, no one noticed.

The blue sky boat took off, and soon after, it returned to Teng Yunfeng with everyone.

Mu Qingyao was always unconscious and was placed in his own residence by Yun Que.

The crowd gathered around and frowned.

Luo Xiaoyu lay next to him and whispered:

"Senior Sister Qingyao, don't sleep, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up again, Senior Brother Yun will be in a hurry."

There was not the slightest response.

Yun Que once again sensed Mu Qingyao's body, there was no external injury, but the qi and blood were weak, and the breath was very disordered.

According to common sense, this kind of injury only needs to take the elixir to recuperate, and it can be restored as before, and it is not fatal.

Mu Qingyao's state at the moment is obviously injured in the soul.

But all injuries involving the soul are all tricky and troublesome, and it is good to say that as long as you find a suitable way, you may have a chance to recover.

But once the soul is too seriously injured, the gods have no choice.

What Yun Que is most worried about now is how injured Mu Qingyao is and whether there is any possibility of recovery.

"Daozi is affected, please use the Daomen Heart Sutra to help check if Qing Yao is saved." Yun Que said sincerely.

Jian Pingzhi didn't move, nor did he nod, but muttered for a while, and said:

"The Daomen Supreme Heart Sutra does have the miraculous effect of cultivating the divine soul and exorcising demons, it is not difficult to check the injuries of the divine soul, but it is a pity that ......."

A pity, everyone's hearts were lifted.

Yun Que's heart sank even more.

Normally, this sentence is often followed by three words that are not saved.

Yun Que was really afraid that Daozi would say those three words.

If even the Daomen masters think that they can't be saved, then Mu Qingyao's life may not be guaranteed.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Que prepared for the worst and listened to Daozi's judgment.

I only heard Jian Pingzhi slowly say the three words after the pity.

"I won't."

Pity...... I won't.

Yun Que was stunned for a moment, and then became angry.

"You won't have any big garlic cloves in here!"

The next moment, the room was lively.

The sound of the stool, the sound of the table, the breaking of the teapot and bowl, and the persuasion of Xue Ziyi, Luo Xiaoyu and others, mixed into a symphony full of fireworks.