Mo Zi'ao rolled his eyes and said through the secret method: "Also, the Wen Gu Pen Spirit has not returned to the fairy world."
"Others can't sense his aura. I was born in the Wen Palace, so I can more or less catch a wisp of it."
"How dare I leave rashly when I don't know how you can protect yourself?"
"As soon as I leave, you will definitely die."
With a stern tone, he said with a face full of hatred: "The spirit of the writing bone and pen is integrated into the holy weapon, and the cultivation level is comparable to that of the 19th-grade true immortal."
"You don't have enough life-saving cards. You won't last long."
Suning said "Yeah" without changing her expression, but still insisted: "Let's go, I can handle it."
While talking, he handed the sound transmission jade slip sent by Jiang Changnian to Mo Zi'ao and said: "Senior, we will never meet again. I hope we will not meet on the battlefield in the future."
Mo Zi Ao crushed the jade slip and stood there in a daze.
After a while, the worry hidden in his eyes disappeared, and he said with a complex expression: "Take care."
Suning said without looking back: "Take care."
"Wow."
A cool breeze blew through Phoenix Mountain, and the grass and trees bowed their heads.
Mo Zi Ao walked away, his figure blurred every step of the way.
Suning looked up at the top of the mountain. Suspended in mid-air, there was a cute little man wearing a bright red casual suit with tearful eyes and bulging cheeks, sobbing.
Their eyes met, he smiled, opened his arms with a smile, and said with a gentle smile: "You're back?"
The girl nodded vigorously, crying and laughing.
The next moment, she turned into a wave of fire and soared into the sky, running towards Suning's arms.
"Yigou."
She hugged his neck tightly, rubbed against his cheek like a kitten, and said, "I miss you."
Suning's eyes were red, as if he was blinded by the wind and sand.
"Well, I miss you too."
He held her in his arms and climbed to the top in one step, arriving at Xia Baiyou's grave.
At the foot of the mountain, countless black shadows quickly gathered and separated in all directions.
"Everyone, since you are all here for Suning, why not join forces to attack it?"
"First use the formation to surround him and use up all the cards he has hidden in him."
"Am I waiting for more than 400 people to reach the middle stage of the sixth level of True Immortal?"
In the crowd, a cultivator who was in the middle stage of the tenth level of the True Immortal stood up and shouted loudly: "One of these two people has become a monster and the other has become a devil. How can we allow monsters to run wild in our territory of the Immortal Realm?"
Everyone agreed and had their own thoughts.
Everyone wants to kill Suning and gain the qualification of Wen Dian's direct disciple, but no one wants to risk their lives and act as a pawn.
Joining forces is indeed the best approach given the current situation.
"Okay, since everyone agrees, what are you waiting for?"
Forming seals with both hands, the disciple of the mid-level tenth-level True Immortal took the lead in setting up a killing formation and said: "My lord, I will invite three other senior brothers to the east, south, northwest, and to take charge of the overall situation."
"The remaining people, please pour your immortal power into the formation to help me."
"Boom."
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and white mist rose.
Four formations connected the sky, covering it silently and invisibly.
Thousands of meters away, the writing spirit stands in the clouds, with a long gaze.
"Xiao Buchong, you are so brave."
"After today, there will be no place for you in the Eight Hundred Immortals."
"Your behavior is no different from that of a demon."