"Resign yourself to fate!" Ye Luo, who was about to pass out immediately, exhausted his last trace of will, and finally came to Ma Jun's room.

"Protect me for a while~" Ye Luo only left this sentence, and then disappeared again, leaving only an earthy yellow clay pot in front of Ma Jun's eyes.

And Ye Luo, who entered the clay pot with the last trace of consciousness, passed out completely as soon as he entered the clay pot.

Although the high-level demons of the Heavenly Sect are almost dead, there are still many monks of the human race, and Ye Luo still does not dare to leave the Heavenly Sect, let alone fall asleep in a stunned manner.

Heavenly Killing is dead, and I think that Heavenly Sect will be in chaos for a long time.

Ma Jun looked at the clay pot in front of him and fell silent again, Ma Jun naturally knew who Ye Luo was, and even more so what happened outside just now.

For Ma Jun, who wants to live, handing over this clay pot is likely to be rewarded by those demons, but it is also possible that he will be directly wiped out by the angry demons, if he doesn't hand over the clay pot and is found again, then he will only die worse.

Listening to the sect that was in a commotion again, Ma Jun silently put away the clay pot.

Even if you can live for a while, what is the use, animals are animals, and people can never live with animals.

The matter of being killed by the Heavenly Slaughter, not only the Heavenly Sect was in a commotion for a while, but even the Demon Emperor of Southern Xinjiang was furious again, after the Heavenly Killing, a roar came directly from the Demon Emperor's Palace, "Those related to Ye Luo are all dead!"

The sound shook in all directions, spreading almost throughout the entire Yuanqing Continent.

It was also a long time before everyone in the Yuan Qingzong knew what was going on, and at the same time, they became more and more worried about Ye Luo, Mu Ze mobilized almost all of his eyeliner to Middle-earth, desperately wanting to find Ye Luo's whereabouts.

Lao Jin has not woken up, if Ye Luo has another accident, it will be really difficult for Yuan Qingzong to survive under the anger of the demons.

And the hunting in Southern Xinjiang and the deeds of Ye Luo killing most of the Heavenly Sect demons with his own strength have also spread almost throughout the entire Yuanqing Continent.

After the day was killed, although the Demon Emperor Palace was furious, it did not send troops north to attack Yuan Qingzong, it seemed that it was just thunder and rain, and the world couldn't figure it out, but everyone in Yuan Qingzong was even more anxious, and the Demon Palace spoke, definitely not to say, the current tranquility will only wait for a bigger storm, and when the storm really comes, maybe the entire Northern Plains will not be left alive.

"Open all the exercises, before the demons attack, how much can you improve your cultivation~" Dusty Feiyang sighed and said helplessly.

Mu Ze still hasn't fully controlled the huge intelligence network left by Li Shengcai, and now the sect master of the Yuanqing Sect is still Ye Luo, who is nowhere to be seen, and now the person who has made the final decision is temporarily served by the highest cultivator.

After Chen Feiyang finished speaking, he immediately looked at Xiao Dingyuan with a brick, and said with a look of shame, "Brother Xiao, I'm really a little sorry, not long after you entered the Yuanqing Sect, you encountered such a thing, after all, you are not deeply involved in the Yuanqing Sect, or •••••"

But before Dust Feiyang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Dingyuan, "Old Chen, I still want face!"

After Xiao Dingyuan finished speaking, he brushed off his clothes and left, and did not go back to his own mountain, but directly summoned the disciples of the Formation Pavilion to strengthen the formation.

Xiao Dingyuan's words immediately made Chen Feiyang embarrassed, but after Xiao Dingyuan left, all the elders, including Chen Feiyang, were full of relief, and Ye Luo really didn't miss anyone.

It's just that I don't know where Ye Luo is now, whether it is because of the transmission of the Demon Emperor Palace, I don't dare to return to Yuanqingzong, for fear of implicating myself, if this is the case, Ye Luo didn't miss anyone, but he overestimated Ye Luo.

Almost at the same time, outside the mountain gate of Yuanqingzong, a young man with a tired face finally saw hope.

"Hello~" Ma Junru said to the guards as he was released.

After Ma Jun took advantage of the chaos to escape from Tianzong, he wanted to find a random place to throw the clay pot, so that he would completely cut off his ties with this immortal cultivation world, and it would be good to go back and find a place that no one knew about and spend the rest of his life like that.

But Ma Jun threw the clay pot three times, and finally picked it up, and the man in the clay pot saved himself twice.

The first time, if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of that person, he would have already become a thing in the belly of the demon, and the second time was when after the black-clothed young man killed his sect master, he took advantage of the chaos and finally escaped from the Heavenly Sect, which can be regarded as a relife.

People can be ruthless, but they can't be unrighteous, which may be the reason why a small person like Ma Jun can survive several wars.

After making up his mind, Ma Jun put away the clay pot, and carefully started his journey to the north, after all, Xiu Wei was placed there, so Ma Jun's journey was even more difficult, but fortunately, Ma Junfu had a great life, and finally came to the sect of Yuanqingzong.

As long as the clay pot is handed over to Yuan Qingzong, he can have complete peace of mind, and he can find a random place in Beiyuan when he turns around, and he lives so quietly, which is also good.

Not to mention anything else, at least this northern plain is the farthest place from southern Xinjiang, and there is still Zixiao Palace in the middle, so it is not so easy for the demon to hit Yuan Qingzong, and he still has a lot of peaceful days to enjoy.

"I know your •••••," Ma Jun said halfway, but his voice was getting lower and lower.

At this moment, Ma Juncai finally realized a problem, the man in black said that he was Ye Luo, is he really it? If he just used Ye Luo's name to build momentum for himself, wouldn't his hardships all the way have no meaning.

The disciple guarding the door looked at the disgraced appearance of the young man in front of him, and he was weak in the middle of his words, obviously like those people before, he was here to sell fake news, just to deceive some cultivation resources.

Since Ye Luo disappeared, Yuan Qingzong has spread the news widely, as long as someone can provide Ye Luo's traces, he can get a thousand spirit stones, and if he can tell the specific location of Ye Luo, the reward is even more generous.

Wealth and danger seeking, after the demons occupied southern Xinjiang, naturally there were many wild cultivators who took refuge in the north, and there were even many monks of the original ten sects who were unwilling to take refuge in the Heavenly Sword Dao Buddha after the sect was destroyed, and it was indeed very difficult to find Ye Luo, but just telling the traces, it was still very easy to confuse the past, so many people came to sell fake news.

At first, Yuan Qingzong believed it to be true, and he was even more generous in order to get more information, but as more and more people sold fake information, and even at the same time, Ye Luo appeared in different territories at the same time, Yuan Qingzong realized that the problem was wrong.

After that, Yuan Qingzong began to screen the news, as long as it was obviously not relied on, it was directly driven away, but as long as there was a hole to drill, there would be no fewer people fishing in troubled waters, and in the end, Yuan Qingzong really felt that if it went on like this, he couldn't get any useful news at all, so he directly announced that Ye Luo had returned to the sect, which could be regarded as a reassuring pill for the monks of Beiyuan.

As for Ye Luo's news, he could only rely on Yuan Qingzong's intelligence network to find it slowly.

As soon as he saw Ma Jun's appearance, the gatekeeper knew that there was another one who came to deceive the spirit stone, although there were many fewer people to deceive the spirit stone now than before, but there were still one or two ill-informed fools popping up from time to time.

"Get out!" A disciple immediately looked at Ma Jun angrily, and there was a big sense that Ma Jun would do it directly if he dared to say one more word.

"Our sect master has already returned to the sect, and it is really easy to deceive the spirit stone of our Yuanqing Sect!"

Seeing that the guard was about to make a move, Ma Jun immediately took a few steps back, and hurriedly bowed down and begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I'll leave now!"

After Ma Jun finished speaking, he immediately staggered and ran down the mountain.

"You dare to deceive the spirit stone like this!" The disciple guarding the door only scared Ma Jun away, and did not make it too difficult.

Ma Jun, who went down the mountain in a panic, suddenly became confused and didn't know what he was going to do next.

If the sect master of the Yuan Qingzong is on the mountain, then who is the black-clothed young man in the clay pot? Could it be that he is really a liar who uses the name of Ye Luo to scare people?

But if you want to say that the young man in black is a liar, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it, if you can kill your own sect master's cultivation, why do you need to borrow Ye Luo's name, after all, if it wasn't for the palace master of Zixiao Palace, Ye Luo would have been killed by his own sect master, but the entire Heavenly Sect knew about it.

Ma Jun took out the clay pot again, looked at it and looked at it, and once again had the urge to throw the clay pot directly under the mountain, whether you are the sect master of the Yuanqing Sect or not, I will bring you back if I leave you at the foot of the mountain, even if it is not, there is no danger if you want to stay here.

Ma Jun struggled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, put the clay pot into his arms, looked at Yuan Qingzong again, and left depressedly, as for where to go, maybe only Ma Jun himself knows.

It is also because of this that the Yuanqing Sect has been looking for the sect master for more than a year, but it is just one door away, and he still failed to return to the Yuanqing Sect.

But it all goes on.

The demons still have no intention of going north, but the people of the Yuanqing Sect are cultivating more diligently.

If two more years passed, the aura of the entire Yuanqing Continent became weird, and the entire continent seemed to be quieted down because of the death of the gods, the disappearance of Ye Luo, there was no strife, no fireworks, and even those sects that survived were slowly becoming active, and the Yuanqing Continent seemed to have returned to the appearance before the arrival of the demons.

Like the tranquility before the storm, the silence will eventually erupt in the end, and the Yuanqing Continent, which has been silent for a while, is completely broken by a thunderbolt.

After the thunder, the sky of the entire Yuanqing Continent seemed to have turned golden, and it had not appeared for a long time, and the last time gold appeared was when Xiao Wudao and Jin Ruyu crossed the tribulation and soared.

Looking at the golden auspicious clouds in the sky, the monks of the entire Yuanqing Continent immediately exploded, since the demon came, it seemed that it had become more difficult for the Yuanqing monks to ascend than before, and who was in this stall to attract the Flying Ascension Tribulation.

After careful calculation, there are really not many monks in this realm who can attract the Flying Ascension Tribulation now, and if there is, it may only be the Purple Autumn Feast, but this Flying Ascension Tribulation is obviously not the Purple Autumn Feast.

At this moment, Zi Qiuyu was standing on top of the Fire Thunder Mountain, frowning and looking at the auspicious clouds in the sky, his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Hmph!" In the end, Zi Qiuxiao snorted coldly and turned around and entered his palace.

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