The arrival of Yun Qian and Mie Hun finally alerted the priests of the spiritual master clan. Even if they just stood there and did nothing, it was enough to cause a commotion here.
When the prophet Mo Bai first heard about the arrival of the Gods, he frowned slightly. Normally, they should not and would not interfere directly with the following matters, but he also felt an unusually oppressive atmosphere in the air. He only felt that this matter was strange. At this time
I had to go and see it myself.
If one or two of them really ignore the regulations and attack the spiritual master clan, they can only fight.
The priest arrived very quickly. From a distance, Yun Qian saw an old man with gray hair walking swiftly towards him. His pure white robes fluttered behind him. He was full of aura. He looked like a strong man at first glance. This was the priest of the spiritual master clan.
He had dedicated his whole life to the spiritual master clan. If it hadn't been for her accident, perhaps the spiritual master clan in front of him would have been like that priest a thousand years ago.
How long ago it happened, she had never thought about this when she was alone in Yilan Palace. She never thought that she would think of the priest at this time.
In fact, she didn't want to force anyone to death at the beginning. She had never advocated killing, but she didn't understand it at that time, and she still didn't understand it until a long time later. Her ignorance killed many people.
"priest."
Yun Qian wants to make up for it, she wants to join the war, she wants to keep the spiritual master clan, and she wants all the spiritual master clan members to live uprightly on the mainland.
Mo Bai looked at the familiar faces in front of him and still didn't dare to recognize them. Although Yun Qian's face had not changed much, her aura and eyes were very unfamiliar. That was not Yun Qian after amnesia, nor was it the spirit that belonged to them.
The children of the Master Clan, that is...
"you……"
Mo Bai didn't know why he came to see him like this. After all, he had received a message from Yun Qian before that, saying that she might not come back. Su Mu would ensure their safety. She made a deal with him.
.
At that time, although Yun Qian did not clearly explain the content of the transaction, Mo Bai could guess a rough idea. He knew that Yun Qian would definitely come back. No, it would not be Yun Qian who came back then, it should be Ling Nian from their spiritual master clan.
Wei. But what's going on?
The person in front of him now is clearly the one from the God Realm!
"I'm back. Sorry, I may not be able to give you the Ling Nianwei you want. But I am a member of the Spiritual Master Clan, so let everything in the past disappear! I will always stand by the Spiritual Master Clan.
Bian, my father is from the Spiritual Master Clan, my mother is from the Lingyun Sect, and I shoulder the mission of reviving the Spiritual Master Clan."
Perhaps she had never thought about changing back to her original identity a long time ago. She was once very strong, but she was just a sharp weapon. She was born with the world, thinking that she would shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the world, but in the end she
It's going to be a complete mess.
It was right for Tiandao to leave only one person between her and Su Mu. Su Mu was more in line with Tiandao's requirements than she was in every aspect. There was no need for her to disturb the balance. When the Spirit Master Clan had established a firm foothold on the mainland, she
He then erased the traces of Wuyuan in her consciousness and gave them the real Ling Nianwei.
This was something Yun Qian didn't dare to tell Mie Hun. Anyway, it was still a long time before that day, and she had enough time to arrange all this.
She can definitely do it well this time.
Although the spiritual masters who were watching were confused, the name Ling Nianwei was familiar to them, so they believed that the powerful little girl in front of them was actually from their spiritual masters.
I mean, why do I feel a familiar atmosphere?
The members of the spiritual master tribe were relieved. The more they looked at Yun Qian, the more they found it pleasing to the eye. Upon closer inspection, he was indeed from their spiritual master tribe. Why didn't they notice it just now?
Mo Bai realized that the matter was not simple. Let's not talk about why Yi Wuyao didn't use her original body. Did she and Ling Nianwei share the same body now? Su Mu knew that Yi Wuyao didn't come back as scheduled.
It's a big deal. It seems that he may not know about it now, or he may not have had time to find it here. But it won't be long after all, and he must understand the cause and effect of the matter before then.
Mo Bai only felt that the matter seemed to be more serious than he thought, but looking at Yun Qian who looked indifferent, he suppressed the worry in his heart. At this point, the matter was no longer something he could interfere with, and he only hoped that the spiritual master
The clan can be fine, as well as Ling Feine and Yun Muzhi...
Yun Qian obediently followed Mo Bai to the priest's residence. Mo Bai couldn't predict everything, but he didn't feel too uneasy now. Maybe the spiritual master clan might not be implicated. But the Yun Qian in front of him was still a headache.
problem.
"Who are you……"
What he wanted to ask more was where Ling Nianwei's soul was now. But he knew that the identities of the two were involved, and the one who dominated now was Yi Wuyuan's consciousness. He was lying if he said he wasn't worried.
"I am Yun Qian, but I have all the memories of Yi Wuyuan. Ling Nianwei's consciousness is still in deep sleep."
It's not that Yun Qian doesn't want Ling Nianwei to come out. Anyway, she doesn't have much time to make decisions, and it's not that she can't let Ling Nianwei come out. However, Ling Nianwei's soul is seriously damaged, and her soul is not like Yi Wuyao's.
Strong, thanks to Yi Wuyao who has been protecting him all these years, otherwise I don’t know if he would be able to return to what he is now.
