Uncle Huan blinked his eyes, and his deep voice seemed to be trying everything to suppress something.

He said in a heavy nasal voice: "Master, everything is unknown, maybe there will be a turnaround, maybe there will be some coincidence......"

Tears flowed silently down Zhao Xiang's cheeks.

Zhao Xiang sat on the ground, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, and said to himself, "Do you know, Uncle Huan? ”

"You also know that although my soul was greatly damaged, it did not affect the speed of my self-destruction, not at all. ”

"I obviously have a clue to save my relatives, but I don't have the ability to go to the rescue, I know where they might be, but I can only watch them suffer and endure suffering, Uncle Huan, do you understand my pain and pain?"

"I want to die, I want to say give up, but when I think of the tragedy of the Zhao family, when I think of my brothers, friends and lovers, I have to raise ten thousand points of spirit, fight against despair, and fight against negativity, I finally understand that compared with the ancestor who has been imprisoned in the demon artifact for tens of millions of years, the suffering I have suffered is only a drop in the ocean, it is simply insignificant. ”

Quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, Zhao Xiang's face was full of seriousness and persistence.

He stood up tremblingly and said solemnly—"Uncle Huan, I'm going to recuperate and cultivate, maybe it's really like you said, something will happen to you." ”

"Maybe one day I will suddenly encounter and think of some kind of cure for the soul, but of course I know that the so-called coincidence has to fight and find it by myself, and it will never be automatically sent to the door. By the way, you can help me think about it, maybe one day, you will find an ingenious way to restore my wounded soul to its original state in an instant. ”

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Zhao Xiang stayed on the fifth layer of the altar's core divine ring for a whole year.

If you want to convert it to outside time, it is equivalent to 10,000 years.

Through meditation, Zhao Xiang's divine sense has increased greatly, and he can already cover the entire Qingluo Star, and more distant planets can also sense it.

The instantaneous frequency of the divine consciousness wave soared to two million times, the combination of the divine ring and the altar was more tightly integrated, the altar was completely connected to his flesh and blood, and it almost became his natal magic weapon, and the power of the Chixia Divine Sword was also greatly increased, and the Tianhuo Ding, which was integrated with the sixth layer, was also slightly improved, the reason was very simple, the sword soul snake divine soul, and the heavenly fire tripod Lingfeng brother and sister were nourished by the rich aura and Hongmeng qi in the divine ring, and became more powerful and domineering.

Zhao Xiang's cultivation did not enter the realm at all, just because he was injured and his soul did not improve in the slightest.

However, the foundation that was suppressed by special energy to the peak of the early stage of Xuan Immortal is getting more and more solid.

As for the seven people, including Brave, Premier League, Zhou Jian, Yuan Ye, Chu Tian, Mu Zifei, and He Yongguang, they all entered the peak of the early stage of refining.

Zhao Xiang's consciousness spread, and he had already felt the development status of each of them clearly.

He summoned these seven people to him and gave them an order - let them quickly rush to the Wuyue faction and obey Wu Huaiyi's arrangement.

One purpose, to maintain the security of the Wuyue faction.

zuihou, Zhao Xiang said in a deep voice to the seven people: "From now on, you are the seven sons of Wuyue, together with the princess of Tianbo Mansion You Meimei, and the heir of the Ethereal Peak, Hei Niu, in addition to protecting the safety of the Wuyue faction, once you find the vision, you need to directly transmit the sound to me, oh, this is the transmission note, each can be reused a hundred times, heroic, you will be responsible for this matter." Remember, all the actions of the seven of you will not escape my eyes, if you have a different intention, I will fly a thousand miles of sword and kill with one sword!"

Bravely took the transmission note in Zhao Xiang's hand and said seriously: "The seven of us will not live up to the expectations of the Wuyue Sect's Dharma Protector Director, and swear allegiance to the Wuyue Sect!"

Zhao Xiang waved his hands and said loudly: "Go, the Wuyue Sect has been handed over to you!"

Seven people were sent out of the altar by Zhao Xiang, and since then the seven sons of Wuyue have become famous, together with Gao Ao, Wu Bingyan, and Ma Mingxiao, they have been praised as the Ten Masters of Five Mountains by the Qingluo Star Cultivation Realm.

On the fifth layer of the Divine Ring, only Zhao Xiang and Uncle Huan remained.

As for Yan Xiaoxiang of Qingzhu Garden in the depths of the green mountain, the three did not appear, as if they had disappeared from the fifth layer.

And Zhao Xiang, who had arranged everything, then remembered something and asked Uncle Huan, "Uncle Huan, where are we now?"

"Arrived near the Buddha Sect. Uncle Huan's rough voice seemed to contain a hint of excitement, "In the year of staying in the Divine Ring, the old slave was not idle, I consulted a lot of information that the old master put in the Divine Ring, and then searched all the information stored in the memory, through countless times of screening, analysis, synthesis, and summary, the old slave found that the master's injured soul may be able to get unexpected benefits in the Buddhist Sect, maybe it will be cured, and the chance is about one percent." ”

"Yicheng, although the hope is meager, it is better than nothing, Uncle Xiexie, you bothered. As for me, I also spent a lot of time searching all the forbidden souls in the puppet ban, and consulted various books in the Divine Ring, and the conclusion was very similar to Uncle Huan. ”

Zhao Xiang's eyes emitted colorful light, and his flat voice fluctuated slightly.

He instructed Uncle Huan to stay in the Divine Ring, and he himself walked out of the altar at once and stood near the Buddha Sect.

Still wearing a blue robe, still wearing a superb human skin mask, looking at the Buddhist sects lined up in the temples in the distance, Zhao Xiang felt a special tranquility in his heart.

It was only a year ago that I learned from some information obtained in Fang City that the Buddha sect is in the southern part of Qingshui Country, and it is located on the top of the Daqing Mountain at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters.

Daqing Mountain, surrounded by five or six peaks with an altitude of four or five hundred meters above sea level, is surrounded by giants.

Unlike Xuanzong, Xuanzong was built in a basin surrounded by ancient trees, while Buddhism was just the opposite, built on a mountain, with buildings layered on top of each other, which was really carved beams and paintings, and was splendid.

Looking at the spectacular building and listening to the roar of the bell, Zhao Xiang's heart was also calm.

In a trance, a question arose in his heart: Why did the monks of the Buddhist Sect who participated in the Qingshui Kingdom Contest behave arrogantly and obediently under the influence of such a peaceful atmosphere?

Pressing the thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xiang felt that since he had come to find an opportunity for the recovery of his injured soul, he should not take care of anything too much, just walk around. Of course, by walking, he naturally means instantaneously everywhere without a trace, or shaking the ears and eyes of the disciples of the Buddhist sect, stepping on the lost steps, and looking around.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he did not have much hope for this trip to Buddhism.

The reason why I came here this time was mainly due to a feeling.

Inside the fifth layer of the altar core divine ring, just when he spread out his divine sense and covered Qingluo Xing.

Zhao Xiang accidentally mentioned his divine sense, swept over a certain place, and he suddenly paused, and strangely had some kind of induction.

Unfortunately, this sense quickly disappeared, and no matter how much he tried to find it again, he couldn't find it.

After replaying this subtle feeling of the moment many times, the location was locked in the Buddhist sect.

He didn't tell Uncle Huan about it.

Uncle Huan was very interested, but Zhao Xiang told Uncle Huan that he had not told him.

Because although this kind of induction may be related to his injured soul, Zhao Xiang always felt that there was not much hope.