The boundless sea carries a salty sea breeze. High in the sky, a huge sail floats.
As the clear chirping of seagulls came, a person suddenly flew from the plywood.
The elder who was leading the team this time saw the person coming, and his eyes flashed with curiosity, but the strength of the person still made him feel afraid, so he couldn't help but walked out and shouted: "Martial nephew Yi, why do you have time to come here?"
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The person whose name was called was not Yi Tianyuan, so who was it?
It had been two months since the initial incident of his son being beheaded. He was concerned about his son's physical body and knew that he would lead people out today. Naturally, he could not be careless.
He snorted from his nostrils. Yi Tianyuan looked expressionless and didn't say much else. He went straight to the edge of the splint and asked aloud: "Elder Song, is this formation about to be re-activated?"
"Yeah." The old man nodded and did not take Yi Tianyuan's attitude to heart. As one of the elders who controlled real power, he naturally received the news.
Although Yi Tianyuan has only been a true disciple for a few years, his achievements have been tremendous. His own cultivation has broken through to the seventh level of Dharma. As soon as he enters the realm of Xuanyi, he immediately becomes one of the new powerful elders in the Tsing Yi Sect.
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Even if this were not the case, Yi Tianyuan was deeply loved by a Supreme Elder within the Tsing Yi Sect. Regardless of his cultivation level and his background, he could not compare with him.
The old man had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He turned his eyes, looked at the sky, and said, "Master Yi is also concerned about his children, right? Hahaha, Yi Chen's child is very talented, so he must be fine. Just wait, I will
This will activate the formation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man jumped down and stood on the soft beach.
When several men who had been prepared below saw the old man coming down, without saying a word, their men quickly formed seals, and mysterious spells came out from their mouths neatly.
Yi Tianyuan stood on the plywood and looked down. His heart suddenly ached. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. His face was sad but full of perseverance. He murmured softly: "My child, just go in peace and wait for your father."
I have survived three disasters and nine disasters and achieved the body of a golden immortal. I will definitely take you back when you are reincarnated!"
When a monk dies, his soul naturally returns to the control of the King of Hell, but if he really wants to regain his life, it is not very possible to become a Golden Immortal. Moreover, even if this is possible, can anyone achieve the Golden Immortal?
Naturally, it was impossible for the old man below to know what Yi Tianyuan was thinking. A series of bitter and incomprehensible spells came out of his mouth, and the rippling spiritual power fluctuations gradually formed a circular formation.
There was a sudden crash, and a crack was opened in the void. The crack quickly became larger, and with the blessing of the old man's formation, it appeared to be quite stable.
Yi Tianyuan floated down from the deck and looked inside in a blur. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He has also entered this broken sub-world. But this sub-world is weirder than any other place. Except for monks in the Qi Condensation Realm, no one else can enter!
When the Qingyi Sect first discovered this gap, they also tried to send powerful monks in, but not long after, the people who entered ran out in panic. Not only were their bodies severely injured, but their tendons were also broken.
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He completely lost the opportunity to practice and become an immortal and became a useless person!
The formation was maintained, and suddenly a figure emerged from it.
The person who came here was thin, and the broken blade in his hand looked quite strange, but he was the same Raven who had shone in the competition.
As soon as Raven appeared, the old man couldn't help but nod. He could see that after two months of training here, this little guy's cultivation has become even more advanced!
Not long after Raven came out, a few more afterimages came out.
"Hahaha. Hequan, you're slow!" Suddenly there was a loud laugh, and a strong man looked at Hequan beside him.
He Quan didn't say much else, and said: "Senior brother is still more powerful. My speed is not comparable to yours."
"Come on, you two."
Immediately afterwards, another person slowly walked out of the formation, with a look of disdain on his face. When everyone looked over, it was Wuma Xuru!
Suddenly, Yi Tianyuan, who was standing behind, came to Wuma Xuqu in a flash. His eyes were fixed on this young man who was only seventeen years old, and he asked aloud: "Have you seen anything like this?"
The Lin Xiao who is with my son?"
"Lin Xiao?" Wuma Xuru thought for a while before he remembered who this person was. He shook his head and said, "Reporting to Uncle Master, Xuru has never met him before."
"Oh." Yi Tianyuan's face was a little dazed, but he didn't say much, his eyes fixed on the formation in front of him for a moment.
The formation lasted for a long time, and in the next few hours, people ran out from it.
By the time the sun set, the entire beach was already full of people.
Yi Tianyuan remained motionless, his heart filled with sadness. "Did Lin Xiao encounter any danger inside?"
Just when he was thinking about giving up, a figure walked out again.
Everyone looked over and started talking about it. What's more, they laughed directly.
"Hey, who is that? Why are you carrying someone on your back?"
"Is it possible that he was seriously injured? Oh, if you're not strong enough, don't show off."
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Yi Tianyuan didn't pay any attention to the discussion here. When he saw Lin Xiao carrying his son out from inside, he rushed over and looked at the body of Yi Chen, whose body was already very cold. He felt in a trance and almost died.
The Taoist mind is lost.
After finally coming back to his senses, he forced a smile and said to Lin Xiao: "Leave it to me. Thank you for your hard work."
"Don't dare." Lin Xiao's heart was filled with fear. All the responsibility for Yi Chen's death should be placed on his head.
Yi Tianyuan took it casually, and suddenly took out a pure white jade coffin from the storage bag, pushed open the coffin lid, and carefully placed it inside.
At this moment, Yi Tianyuan's face quietly slipped a teardrop, and he sighed softly: "My son..."
But there was nothing he could say.
The people around him obviously didn't expect it to turn out like this. Wu Ma Xuwen was even more surprised and said, "How could it be possible? Why did Yi Chen die like this?"
He, who had always regarded Yi Chen as his opponent, simply didn't believe it would turn out like this.
Yi Chen's name is well known among the inner sect of Qingyi Sect. He is a rare genius and his strength is even more powerful. But, how could this person die if he was a good person?
The old man who was maintaining the formation saw this scene, and then he knew why Yi Tianyuan came here in person.
However, Yi Chen's death was beyond his expectation. Now he couldn't say anything more. He glanced at the people standing on the beach and saw only about half of them. He knew that these people were in the sub-world.
The surviving monks.
He didn't stop and shouted: "It seems there is no one else, so I will close the formation. You will get on the boat as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" Many disciples agreed in unison, turned around and rushed towards the direction of the ship.
Raven looked at the people around him, raised his eyebrows, and muttered to himself, "Then why didn't Li Lu show up?"
He turned to look at Yang Peng, who was standing not far away, with a lifeless look on his face. He couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart.