Zhang Yu stood on the big platform, staring at the long sword. At the moment when Mo Guangchen finally died, he saw a red-eyed and white-skinned young man reflected in his eyes.

This was undoubtedly Mo Guangchen's intention to show him, if his guess was right, this true cultivator should have been controlled by some means.

The scheming person behind this used Mo Guangchen to kill him, instead of doing it himself, presumably because he was afraid of the power he possessed, and secondly, he had the intention of trying to observe his divine channel technique.

In fact, no matter how detailed these observations are, they may not really be useful in real combat, and even if they are the same method, they will produce completely different changes when they are used in specific terms.

What's more, in addition to his swordsmanship, that is, he used the technique of "Ruler Step Heavenly Void", and the rest of the methods were not used, at most, let the other party know that he was strong enough to defeat Mo Guangchen and other true cultivators of the same generation head-on.

In fact, when the other party tried to inspect him, he also invisibly exposed some of his own situation.

However, the appearance shown by Mo Guangchen was the most important clue, which couldn't help but make him think of a certain person.

"Xuanzheng?"

Zhang Yu turned his eyes and saw that it was Wan Ming Dao who had come close at this moment, while the rest of the monks were gathered around, and he said to everyone: "There is nothing to do here, you should disperse first." ”

When the cultivators heard him say this, they bowed to the rooftop and then withdrew.

Wan Ming Daoist asked at this time: "Xuan Zheng, I don't know what happened just now, why did Zhen Xiu make a move against Xuan Zheng?"

Zhang Yuyan said succinctly: "This person is also controlled by others. ”

Wan Ming Dao's people were in a daze, Mo Guangchen had seen it before, it was not an exaggeration to say that the mana was strong, such a person would actually be swayed by people's consciousness, and the magical means of the person who made the move must be extraordinary.

Zhang Yu stretched out his hand at this time, and the long sword flew up from the ground and fell into his hand on its own, but the black and red sword spike on the hilt turned into a pile of dust and floated out at this moment.

Wan Ming Daoren's expression condensed slightly, and said: "Xuanzheng, although there is a reason for the incident, but this person will die here after all, and I am afraid that there will be some trouble in the Lingmiao Xuan Realm." ”

Zhang Yu nodded, he also knew this.

Although on the surface, Mo Guangchen was killed by him, in fact, his last finger was only intended to wake up his people.

At the moment of soberness, Mo Guangchen seemed to feel that he could not get rid of the shackles, so he used all his strength to choose self-extermination.

But even if a person was not killed by him, it is not difficult to verify the truth, but sometimes, even if he accepts it intellectually, he may not be able to get by emotionally, especially since there has always been a contradiction between true cultivation and Xuan Xiu, so some people may not necessarily reason with him.

But he doesn't care about these either, for this matter, there is a reasonable way to be reasonable, and there is a way to be unreasonable if you are unreasonable.

He also brought the scabbard at this moment, put Mo Guangchen's long sword inside, and then put it in the purple star bag, and said, "Call someone to deal with it here, and then send the book to the Spiritual Mystery Realm, and let them deal with it." ”

More than ten days later, the mysterious realm.

The change of the sun and moon in the Xuan Realm is very rigid, the last moment it is still full of sunshine, warm as spring, and the next moment it is full of stars and moons, and silver frost is everywhere.

In one of the grottoes, with every breath, a drop of water fell from above to the pool below, and a distant ethereal sound came out, as if someone was gently tapping on the smooth cave.

In front of the pond, a Taoist sat with his back to the entrance of the cave, his cold blue coarse sermon robe soaked in the moonlight, making the place look extremely cold and lonely.

The sound of footsteps came, and a young disciple appeared at the door of the cave, he stood still, and said, "Uncle Yin, the people from the Xuanfu are here." ”

After a while, the Taoist said, "Is it for Senior Brother Mo's business?"

The young disciple replied, "Yes. He paused, "Someone saw that Uncle Mo died when he was fighting with that Xuanzheng in Xuanfu......

The man said lightly: "This statement is not enough to win trust, whoever spreads this word will let him receive the punishment and retreat for ten years." ”

The young disciple hesitated for a moment, said yes, he paused, and said, "Then uncle, how should we respond?"

The man said: "Go and bring back Senior Brother Mo's spirit first, and the rest of the things will be said after I get out of the customs." ”

The young disciple bowed and retreated.

In a cave in the rocks of the wasteland, there were bursts of light that flickered and dimmed.

Yuan Tong Old Ancestor's palm was floating with a grain of crystal bright things, which were emitting colorful light at this moment.

It is like broken glass debris, when it collides, there is a fine and crisp sound, but as there are more and more of each other, although some of the broken crystals become more and more delicate, the sound also becomes soft and pleasant. In the end, it turned into a thin veil that drifted like a colorful mist.

"It's done!"

He reached out and took it into his hand.

He looked at the tulle in his hand with satisfaction, this time he used up all the blood essence he had obtained this time, and only then did he refine it into this "refining veil".

The biggest advantage of the Blood Essence Refining Treasure is that it can be completely compatible with the exercises on the body, and there is no need for the rest of the treasure materials at all, only the cultivator's own qi is needed.

Moreover, these blood essences have already gone through the sacrifice of those evil cultivators, and all the impurities in them have been removed, which can be regarded as extremely pure, and the sacrifice is even more effective with half the effort.

Now that the seven-day period has passed, he has not returned to his body, because he has already taken a fairly passable evil cultivation body as a carrier, allowing him to stay outside for a longer time.

It's just that he is not ready to go to Zhang Yu immediately, because Zhang Yu is not alone, and there are many monks around him to protect him, so he has to wait for a suitable opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

Inside the square platform, Zhang Yu was sitting on the big platform looking at a scroll, and the nascent sun in the east poured in the light from the window and fell on his desk.

These days, the opponent who is hiding in the shadows has not appeared for a long time, and he should be waiting for an opportunity.

But he was not idle during this time. He looked at the scroll spread out on the desk, where were all the records about Yuantong Ancestor that he had asked for from Xuanfu.

Judging from the image reflected in Mo Guangchen's eyes, the person behind him should be the ancestor of Yuantong.

Although the Yuantong Ancestor died, but this is a high-ranking monk, and his supernatural powers are far beyond the cognition of ordinary monks, if there is any way to preserve the divine soul consciousness, it is not impossible.

On the record of this volume, there are most of the supernatural means that the ancestor of Yuantong is good at and the magic weapons he carried in the past, and in some places, there are also methods of restraint.

It's just that......

He stretched out his hand and clicked on those notes a few times, in the past, even Jin Liangding could be taken out of the Xuanfu, and these restraint methods may not be credible.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that there were lights flickering one after another on the wasteland in the distance, which was a light transmission from various sentry posts, but now it actually flickered.

He suddenly realized that something important must have happened.

After a while, he heard bursts of cheers outside, and then the sound of footsteps started, and he saw a disciple hurrying in with excitement, bowed his hand to him, and handed over a handwritten newspaper with a red face, and said: "Xuanzheng, the two provinces Mangguang transmitted, and spread the news inside and outside the continent, the northern gods and monsters have retreated, Xuanzheng, we have won!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Yu stood up and stretched out his hand to take the newspaper, and at this moment, the cheers in his ears became louder, and almost the entire disciples inside and outside the station joined the ranks.

He can understand that, too.

Since the arrival of the turbidity tide more than sixty years ago, the main enemy of Qingyang Upper Continent is the Taibo Divine Monster, and it is precisely because of the shielding of these gods and monsters that it has become extremely difficult for Qingyang Upper Continent to contact other continents and even Yujing.

In the past few decades, although the big war has not started, I don't know how many small wars have been carried out, and I don't know how many Tianxia people have died in the war between the two sides.

And above the wasteland, there are countless low-level gods and monsters, almost all the young monks have been fighting against these gods and monsters in the process of cultivation and growth, and now that such a great enemy has been defeated, it is no wonder that the disciples are so excited.

He opened the newspaper, which did not have a specific process, but only a brief description of the battle situation.

Just two days ago, the battle between the two provinces of Qingyang destroyed the largest stronghold of the Taibo Monster entrenched in the Northern Wasteland, and the main force invested by the Taibo Monster in this battle was almost completely wiped out.

Now the remnants of the gods and monsters have retreated to the depths of the wasteland, although there are still quite a few, but they no longer have the strength to compete with Qingyang in a short period of time.

In other words, the war in the north is over.

He put down the letter, his eyes moved slightly, then next, the target of the two mansions will undoubtedly turn to the frost continent.

"Huh?"

At this moment, he heard some kind of noise in the clouds, and when he walked out of the window of the big platform, he saw black dots appearing in the eastern sky.

It was thousands of flying boats engraved with the wings of the Xuanhun cicada, and at this moment, they were lined up in a formation and flew towards the side of the Fangtai station.

When the flying boat arrived nearby, it did not approach the Fangtai station, but went to the station in the Tianji Academy.

Many of the Kuntu flying boats were moored directly on the wasteland, but one of the larger flying boats was moored on the roof of the Tianji Academy.

As the hatch opened, more than a dozen armorers came out.

The first person went down the stairs and walked directly into the hall.

Chang Gu was standing in front of the lobby to greet him at this moment, and he arched his hand and said, "But is Le Jun waiting?"

Le Junhou hugged his fists and saluted, and said politely: "Mr. Chang is polite, it is Le." This time, Le was ordered by the military government to take a song of soldiers to garrison this place first, and Le will protect the Tianji Academy to build a military fortress and a boat rooftop for the purpose of attacking the frost island. ”

Chang Gu hesitated for a moment and said, "But before Xuanfu Zhang Xuanzheng said, it doesn't seem to be stable on the wasteland now......

Le Junhou smiled and said confidently: "Mr. Chang, you have to believe in the power of the military government, what the Xuanfu can't do, we may not be able to do." ”

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