Luo Chen, who was recovering from his injuries in the secret room, slowly opened his eyes and grasped the jade slip that flew from outside the large spirit gathering array.
Before going into seclusion, he specifically ordered his eldest disciple Meng Tianjiao to temporarily handle the trivial affairs of the Immortal Palace. He was not allowed to disturb his seclusion unless it was absolutely necessary.
But at this moment, looking at the jade slips flying in one after another, an ominous omen filled Luo Chen's heart.
His eyes were silent and he quickly put the jade slip between his eyebrows.
"Master, something happened to our little junior brother, and his life may be in danger."
Inside the jade slip, Meng Tianjiao was filled with fear that he had never experienced before, and even his voice was trembling.
"Suning?"
With a fleeting suspicion, Luo Chen stood up and disappeared into the large spirit gathering array.
After taking a breath, his figure condensed in the main hall of the Immortal Palace.
Below, Meng Tianjiao and other direct disciples were scurrying around like ants on a hot pot, neither standing nor walking.
"What happened?"
The voice was like a loud bell, and he asked in a deep voice.
Luo Chen flicked his sleeves and robe, stood on the stairs and said, "Where is Suning?"
Seeing that his master finally came out of seclusion under the call of the jade slip, Meng Tianjiao, who had no master of six gods, seemed to have found his backbone at once, and hurriedly knelt down to report: "Back to master, my junior brother Shang is in the Xueqing Fairyland to end the Yu family's murder.
Cause and effect, he has not returned to Wuchen Immortal Palace."
"In the past few days, we have not received any news that he and his fifth junior brother are safe."
"but......"
After swallowing his saliva, Meng Tianjiao pointed back to the outside of the hall and said, "Junior Brother has not come back, and the Taixu Creation Monument highlights the strange phenomenon."
"Yes, it's the battle between the Ancestral Dragon and the Dragon and Phoenix."
Luo Chen's pupils shrank in shock, it was difficult to remain as calm as a supreme being.
Before Meng Tianjiao could continue to speak, he flew out of the hall in one step, his mind unlimited.
He saw a dragon body moving under the clouds in the sky, and the momentum was unimaginable.
Blood energy and green energy are entangled, fighting for life, and the battle is inextricable.
"this......"
Face pale, Luo Chen staggered back.
"Who is Zulong when he enters the world?"
"Who is plotting against my disciple?"
"I clearly planted a spiritual seed in him, but why didn't I know at all that he was in this desperate situation?"
"Xueqing Fairyland, could it be Shangguan Xueqing?"
Asking and guessing in his sleep, Luo Chen was so angry that he immediately tore open the void with one hand and went to rescue him.
"Master."
Meng Tianjiao shouted loudly, but received no response for a long time.
"Why."
Everyone sighed and silently prayed for Suning.
Especially the ninth disciple Mo Chen, who had the most contact with Suning and had the deepest feelings for him.
He squatted under the eaves of the main hall, his eyes were red and his joints were turning white.
"Junior brother, come back alive."
"We agreed that if you have time, you will take me back to your hometown, China."
"Look at the feng shui of your ancestor's tomb in the Su family, and treat me to a cup of Kunlun Lingcha that you praise to heaven."
"Well, I still have to wait for the day when you become a saint. You will accept my ninth senior brother as your lackey. Everyone will know the nickname that makes me miserable."
"This, these are what you promised me personally."
