"Brother, what did Elder Shui Qi say? Is it a ghost path cultivator? Isn't it true that the outer path doesn't even let go of his own? But this path is too deep, isn't it......?"

Wang Dingzhou was affected by Sen Ran's coldness, but fortunately, the divine object released its power to protect his soul, and Wang Dingzhou also divided part of his strength to protect Yao Feng, so the two of them were not in big trouble.

As for the other genius cultivators, they were in a lot of situations at the moment, but only Mu Fan was less affected, and they didn't describe them one by one.

"It's not a ghost cultivator, it's a 'trick'!"

Wang Dingzhou was still puzzled.

"Tricky, one of the mystical laws!

Unpredictable, unpredictable, unpredictable, unpredictable, unpredictable, unknown for some reason, unknown for what will disappear, exist in all sorts of forms.

Unpredictable and unpredictable!

It's like a ghost of Kyushu, floating everywhere. If you do, it may be dangerous, or nothing will happen.

A cultivator faces a 'treacherous' like a mortal faces a ghost!"

As soon as Wan Zixiao reminded him, a flash of inspiration flashed in Wang Dingzhou's mind, and he remembered a record in the classics of the sect that he had read at a glance and ten lines.

There was once a Dao Ancestor who was about to ascend, and after arranging everything appropriately, he broke away from the perfect Qiankun and his fetters and ascended to the immortal realm.

The process of detachment and rapid progress is accompanied by countless risks, but fortunately, there is no danger, everything goes smoothly, and the success of the ascension, even the various magical mysteries of the fairy world are also displayed one by one because of the mysteries of the ascension.

There were several elder-level masters of the Divine Sect who watched the ceremony, as well as the five thousand disciples of the Dao Ancestor, who went through the whole process together, and they were dizzy and immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

But when he came back to his senses, only 100 of the 5,000 disciples remained!

The other more than 4,000 disciples, their spirits and spirits were nowhere to be found, and all of them had turned into dried corpses, and the Dao Ancestors, who should have "soared", and the elders of the Guanli Divine Sect, also turned into dried corpses and lay on the ground!

The remaining 100 people could not accept it, thinking that it was an illusion, and they traveled all over the perfect world, and found that all living beings, planets, the power of heaven and earth, etc., all contained vitality, were sucked dry.

The Divine Gate noticed the death of the elder and sent people to investigate, only to know that all this was not an illusion!

Only 100 people survived!

Perfect Qiankun has become a world of the end of the law, and it can no longer provide for the survival of living beings, even if the power of Kyushu cleanses and operates, the world will never regain its vitality.

"Is ......it terrifying? I'm the ...... to listen to the story."

When Wang Dingzhou saw that record, he didn't go to his heart at all, the elders all quietly turned into dried corpses, like mortal spirits who had no resistance when they encountered ghosts, how could there be such nonsense in the world?

But for now, he had to believe it.

"It turned out to be a trick ......"

"The Law of Mystery!"

"How to crack?"

......

The hearts of the masters are a little wider, thinking about how to crack it.

The outsiders on the opposite side also suddenly realized, and the attention of some masters was diverted to Shui Qi, wanting to hear his opinion.

The water prayer shouted: "You can break the ...... with the power of the infinite star."

"Infinite Star Power!"

"Is Infinite Star Power feasible?"

The masters looked at the Star Sect cultivators.

His gaze fell on a figure at the forefront.

The figure is in a hazy starlight, the shadow is not clear, but it has an inexplicable charm, which makes people can't help but get close to and admire, as if they have been in love for many years.

This is the charm of the Star Sect cultivator!

It's almost the charm of heaven!

As the star monarch's long-term farewell star monarch, her charm is naturally greater, if it weren't for her intention to restrain herself, there are almost no cultivators present who are more able to resist.

Shui Qi's eyes were complicated, there were remembrance, admiration and reminiscence, and he looked at the figure in a daze and said, "...... Wuji Star Power will definitely be possible, please ask the 'Changbei Xingjun' to take action!"

Xingjun!

The essence of the Star Monarch is the Infinite Star of the Immortal Realm.

For the reason of wanting to go further in the Dao, after the Wuji Xingchen cultivates to a certain point, it will be projected onto the living beings in Kyushu, and when the Dao is greatly advanced one day, it will return to the immortal realm itself.

And when he cultivated to the realm of elders, he had the title of "Star Monarch".

This is also where the Star Sect comes from!

"Lao, please 'Changbei Xingjun' to take action!"

......

All the masters spoke out one after another, with a respectful attitude.

"Hey...... I didn't expect her to save us...... That stinky boy ......"

Wan Zixiao sighed with emotion and looked at the water prayer

Shui Prayer looked at the long farewell Xingjun, still remembering, admiring, and reminiscing......

The expressions of many masters are strange, and they are not much different from water prayers!

"It's ......"

Wang Dingzhou didn't know why.

Then he understood.

The cultivators of the Star Sect, but those who have achieved success in the Dao, there has never been a shortage of admirers and suitors, and these masters and even water prayers must have been admirers and suitors of the Star Monarch for a long time.

It's just that no one succeeded.

Now it's up to the former admirers to come to the rescue.

As men, the identities of the masters are more noble than the other, and there will be some abnormalities in their hearts.

Wan Zixiao said with a broken mouth: "Back then, in Kyushu, ninety percent of the cultivators admired Changbei Xingjun, how could that old boy be an exception? Hey, don't look at him now, he didn't speak now, he was very coquettish back then......

"Oh?"

Wang Dingzhou smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't believe it.

Wan Zixiao said: "...... Brother, don't believe it, don't look at that kid's current virtue, he was handsome back then, and he couldn't finish telling romantic stories for three days and three nights!

Brother, you are still young, you don't know the benefits of beautiful women, and when you wander in Kyushu for a few years, you will also be a person with a story, such as the female apprentice of Water Prayer, what do you think?"

Wan Zixiao laughed strangely.

Wang Dingzhou was silent, his face was slightly red: "Brother Mo wants to make fun of him!"

"And what are you blushing about?"

"The current crisis is ......"

"There's a solution, and it's not your turn to worry, why are you blushing?"

Wan Zixiao smiled strangely and grabbed Wang Dingzhou.

Wang Dingzhou simply didn't care anymore, and when Wan Zixiao interrupted him like this, his nervousness eased, and he turned his head to look at Changbei Xingjun.

He couldn't help but marvel!

Xingjun deserves to be Xingjun.

Even if it is shrouded in starlight, that charm still penetrates through the cracks in people's hearts, making people irresistible.

Everyone was waiting for Changbei Xingjun's answer.

With a breath, Changbei Xingjun spoke.

"I'll do my best!"

Changbei Xingjun's voice was extremely beautiful, indescribably beautiful, it seemed that every note was beating, and the starlight shrouded her face dissipated, revealing a face that was captivating the country and the city.

She exuded a faint light, and the whole world seemed to come to life in an instant, and it seemed that they were going to bow down to her charm by showing affection and affection to her.

Nagatsu Xingjun starts dancing!

The movements are solemn and the sense of ritual is very heavy.

The silver starlight like the waves of water dispersed in all directions with her movements, and there was a low murmur in the void, like a prayer or a confession.

More like something is being called.

Once the starlight had condensed to a certain point, it flew towards the sky and gradually merged into the void.

The mist that had turned into it froze and froze.

But then, the mist slowly rotated, and the heavier the cold aura, the more affected the cultivators became, and this mist seemed to realize something, and some kind of power was brewing.

The dance of the long-farewell star monarch was affected in some way, and his movements were slowed down.

She sensed the crisis!