"You're the deacon of the Wind Ridge Pavilion?" Yun Yun responded.

"Yes!" said the last man in the Black Mask camp.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you. Yun Yun said regretfully.

"I know... I'm not here to make such an unreasonable request!, I didn't expect to run into you, and I couldn't be sure that I actually ran into you until just now!" said Deacon Windling.

"Then what do you want, just say it..."Yun Yun was silent for a moment before transmitting.

"Can you give him back my brother's soul introducer... He was too weak to come to the arena. The deacon of the Wind Ridge Pavilion said.

"No problem. Yun Yun agreed without thinking about it.

"Thank you, thank you, Sect Master!" said the Wind Ridge Pavilion monk excitedly.

"It's okay, who is your brother?" Yun Yun asked.

However, there was no response again.

"Hey, hold on, hey!" Yun Yun said.

As soon as Yun Yun finished speaking, the pillar of light dissipated.

At the same time, the deacon of the Wind Ridge Pavilion also disappeared from the world.

Until this world was closed, Yun Yun didn't come back to her senses, and kept looking into the distance and didn't know what she was thinking.

The results came out, as expected by the Great Elder of the Wind Ridge Pavilion, there were actually no thirty places to qualify, and only about ten sects were qualified.

Wind Ridge Pavilion is one of them, and it is also the penultimate one.

Back in the sect, Yun Yun's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and she was hesitating whether to simply give up the power of Fengling Pavilion and complete the almost impossible task after a year on her own.

She was extremely disgusted, and she was very repulsed by this soul attraction core.

She couldn't wait any longer, she wanted to give them back now.

"Gather everyone and come now!Regardless of whether there is something to do or not!Otherwise, you will die!" Yun Yun suddenly commanded.

A day later, the Sect Master's Hall was full of monks, and they were uneasy in their hearts, not knowing what order Yun Yun planned to give.

However, what was waiting for them was a series of soul introducers, and there was no Yun Yun.

There was no looting, and no one was making trouble.

Everyone watched in a daze as the Soul Inducer flew back into their hands.

At this moment, neither they can understand why this is, whether they are weak or strong.

The Pavilion was dispersed, and most of the monks had left, except for a few who still had old thoughts.

On the edge of the cliff where Qin Ergou left the color of creation, Yun Yun was sitting here cultivating, and there was only one Lingdie by her side.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful monk descended here, and this person was none other than the Great Elder of the Wind Ridge Pavilion.

"To this day, I have to call you Sect Master from the bottom of my heart!" the Great Elder sighed.

"Aren't you angry?" Yun Yun asked.

"Why be angry?" the Grand Elder asked rhetorically.

"I ruined the Wind Ridge Pavilion. Yun Yun said.

"No, you created the Wind Ridge Pavilion, and the current Wind Ridge Pavilion is the real Wind Pavilion. The Great Elder said affirmatively.

"I'm just a headstrong kid, not that great. Yun Yun said lightly.

"Do you want to continue to be the sect master?" the Great Elder suddenly asked.

"Who wants to be subordinated to a weak woman with low cultivation?" Yun Yun said.

"I, yes. The Great Elder said without even thinking about it.

"I'm really not as great as you think. Yun Yun said.

"You don't need to be that great, it's enough that you are. The Great Elder said.

"Since you're so desperate, then I just need you!" Yun Yun said.

"This time, I'm willing to really help you. The Great Elder mobilized the spiritual power around him, and although the momentum did not shake the earth, it gave birth to a feeling of unreality.

As if he wasn't a being in this realm.

Even, this sector is not qualified to reject such destabilizing factors.

This is the strength of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Origin, the deterrence that has survived the Seven Tribulations.

Although, the Great Elder has entered old age and no longer has the strength of his heyday.

But in the face of the wind ridge of the Seven Transformations and Seven Tribulations, he can still have a slight advantage.

Returning to the sect master's hall, Yun Yun saw that it was no longer a group of monks with uneven cultivation, but a group of sophisticated and shrewd cultivators.

Although they do not have an advantage in numbers.

"Sect Master!" As Yun Yun walked by, the voices almost broke Yun Yun's ears.

This is a voice of willingness, not a voice forced by trends.

Even the scholar admired Yun Yun, because he asked himself that it was impossible for him to give up this great right by reversing roles.

Sometimes there is no need to have too many shining points of people, only a little is enough to shine on the heavens and the earth.

"Sect Master Qiqi, do you want to use the quota for entering the Shichao Holy Land as bait to summon a wave of scattered powerhouses to come to my sect?" asked the scholar elder.

"No, such a person will never be single-minded. Yun Yun waved his hand.

"But we only have three Divine Source Elders now, and more than 100 God Deacons? It's the end, and it's even more out of the way now!" said Elder Mangfu.

"Whether you enter the stream or not, it's never the quantity that matters. Believe me! After the chaos of the Holy Land, there will be strong people who are really willing to join you. Yun Yun said.

"We?" said the scholar.

"We!" Yun Yun said with a smile.

Time flies, and a year passes quickly, and the eleven sects that have been allowed to enter the Holy Land of Time Chaos have gathered in a desolate place.

Here, not only is it sparsely populated, but even the aura is absent, which is really rare in Buyun Zhenxing.

However, the map does not point to this area, but to the thirteen coordinates above this area, and only by defeating them at the same time can the Time Chaos Domain, which has been hidden for an unknown amount of time, be opened.

However, just as everyone was gathering momentum, danger also quietly appeared.

I saw two monks, one tall and one low, one cold and one lovely, a man and a woman, and the two monks were suspended above everyone's heads without anyone noticing.

"Senior brother, can these wastes open the formation left behind by my traitors to the Sky Holy Land back then?" asked the lovely monk.

"Wait and see. "The ruthless monk cherishes words like gold.

"I hope this time it's over, I've had enough of this mortal realm!, though it's special after all—" said the lovely monk as he stretched.

Looking at the five Nine Tribulation Divine Source powerhouses gathered by the eleven sects, they are the real Nine Tribulations and Nine Tribulations, and they have enough longevity and are not old.

Among them, there are three monks from Zi Zhenxiao.

Zi Xuanming and Zi Xuansheng are among them.

They solemnly looked at the place where the thirteen coordinates were, and carefully perceived the unusual place they found, the space and time of these thirteen coordinates are distorted, very unstable, if they are forcibly broken by killing, it will only cause these thirteen coordinates to wander away.

There is only one way, and that is to condense a beam of light with the purest spiritual power, and then blast it accurately at a fixed point.

Those who can achieve such power control, and can also have good power, only the Nine Tribulation Divine Source can do it.

This is the only way they have come up with this since they discovered it earlier.