"Race war." Murong Zhen was a little surprised, "I didn't expect to encounter a race war in my lifetime. I really look forward to a battle with the Hai Clan."
"Pavilion Master, everyone is waiting for you." The young man said again.
"Well, let everyone prepare individually first. I won't be able to leave until tomorrow. In addition, the race war is also a once-in-a-lifetime test for you. Are you going to break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly, or are you going to be self-righteous in the name of a Lingfu disciple all your life?
It’s up to you to decide.”
The young man looked at the dark place in the cave, with an expression of longing and longing on his face.
"Ayin also wants to break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly."
"Ayin, you are not a caterpillar, why do you need to turn into a butterfly? If you follow me, you are already a dragon among men."
"I don't dare, the pavilion master is the true dragon genius." A Yin quickly knelt down.
"Haha, true dragon genius, Ayin, you really think highly of me. Among the inner palace, if you want to talk about the true dragon genius, perhaps Han Qianyou is one."
"After the last Lingbang battle, the Pavilion Master has been in seclusion ever since. His strength has skyrocketed. Han Qianyou will definitely not be the Pavilion Master's opponent when he leaves seclusion this time." A Yin said firmly.
"Don't say these flattering words to me. You know what my temper is like." Murong Zhen said coldly.
"A Yin thought so in his heart, so he said so." A Yin leaned over.
"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this. Just go ahead and prepare."
"Yes." Ayin responded, got up and walked down the mountain peak.
"Ayin."
A Yin paused.
"Don't die, otherwise I will be very lonely."
The corners of Ayin's lips moved, and a smile appeared. This time he did not respond, but walked down the mountain with long steps.
In the other direction of the inner palace, tall woods are covered with mountain peaks, and the cold wind cuts through the thick branches and black leaves of those big trees like sharp blades.
The cloaked figure flew high through the woods at an incredible speed. Every time her figure flashed, she would cover a distance of nearly a kilometer. After a dozen breaths, she flew out of the woods and arrived at the top of the mountain.
In the open space at the top of the mountain, hundreds of wooden piles are arranged in a strange trajectory, as if they contain some mysterious mystery.
Yunli glanced at the wooden piles made of black ironwood and frowned. She didn't know why, but every time she came to this place, she always felt that these wooden piles had undergone earth-shaking changes, but after careful observation, she found that
It seems that nothing has changed, whether it is the number, location, or texture of the wooden piles, they are exactly the same as the last time I came here.
This weird feeling appeared in her heart every time, but she couldn't find the source. Han Qianyou, this man seemed to have been covered with a veil in her heart from the beginning, and she couldn't see through it, let alone see it clearly.
The man in black among the wooden piles suddenly opened his eyes, and Yunli's vision blurred for a while.
"What's the matter?" Han Qianyou's voice sounded from behind Yunli. She suddenly turned her head and saw that Han Qianyou was already standing on the crown of a huge tree, overlooking the cloud-shrouded distance.
"What a terrible speed." Yunli was filled with shock. If Han Qianyou wanted to kill her just now, she would be a corpse now.
How could there be such a huge gap between the late Ling Jiang and the middle Ling Jiang?
Yunli suppressed the fear in her heart, looked at Han Qianyou Guhan's back, and said in a hoarse voice: "The Sea Clan is attacking."
The lonely figure froze for a moment, but soon returned to its usual indifference and calmness.
"Really? In the race war, does the Palace Master have any orders to issue?"
"Elder Qian has issued a notice that all disciples in the inner palace must participate in the battle against the Hai Clan. The rotation period is half a year, and the contribution points earned during this period will be doubled."
"Well, let all the disciples of Hanyun Palace gather at the foot of the mountain. We will be the vanguard. Also tell them that there is no rotation period for joining me in the battle. Everyone must stay on the battlefield before the start of the Spirit List Competition." Han Qianyou said calmly.
He said unquestionable words, "If someone is unwilling, let him withdraw from Hanyun Palace."
Yunli was shocked, but she also knew that she could not change Han Qianyou's decision.
"Okay." She responded, her body moved into the woods, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Han Qianyou looked at the clouds and mist, and suddenly five rays of light of different colors soared into the sky, piercing the clouds and heading into the distance.
After a while, dozens of large cyan birds also broke through the shackles of the clouds and mist, carrying dozens of elders of the foreign government in the spirit general stage and chased the five rays of escaping light.
...
The core of Lanyue Island, Lanyue City.
Li Kuang stood in the sky, and beside him Li Zhan was still wearing a black cloak, and his face could not be seen. The two of them looked at a huge airship going away, which was full of soldiers wearing armor.
There are thousands of soldiers in the army, and the aura emanating from each soldier is very powerful. About 90% of them are at the peak of the late Lingzong period, and the remaining 10% are all monks at the Lingjiang stage.
On the deck of the flying boat, three old men wearing luxurious purple-red brocade robes looked seriously towards the east.
Everyone in the imperial capital looked up and watched the huge flying boat leave. Some were surprised, and some were worried. Once the race war begins, it will last for a long time, and only those who stand at the pinnacle of the Xuanling World will take action to determine the winner.
Only later can it end.
"How is Lan Mo?" Li Kuang asked Li Zhan beside him.
"He is cultivating in the Lingchi. It will be difficult for him to make a move in a short time." Li Zhan replied.
"Where's that thing?"
"The Great Elder and the Fourth Elder are following the method left by their ancestors to remove the seal. It is estimated that it will take a few days to complete."
"Um."
"Is it too early to activate Luo Shu now?"
"The Sea Clan won't give us much time. We must prepare early, otherwise it will be too late when they arrive here."
"Having said that, once the Luoshu is activated, it will begin to consume the dragon energy in the dragon's veins. In the future, the descendants of the Li family will find it difficult to bear any great luck. For our royal family, the gain outweighs the loss."
"It doesn't matter, it's enough that we have Huang'er."
"I wonder what will happen where he is? I'm a little worried."
"Although it is impossible to recover the broken arm now, with the guidance of the elder, his cultivation path will be smoother in the future, and there may be a slight possibility of entering the Spiritual Academy."
"I hope so. We don't need to worry about Huang'er's temperament, but encountering such a big change is unpredictable."
"The person chosen by our ancestors will never disappoint us."
Li Zhan nodded.
...
Somewhere on Lanyue Island, green poisonous mist filled the surrounding mountains and forests, surrounding and sealing a huge valley.
Thousands of people gathered in the valley at this moment, all wearing black cloaks, hiding their faces. Ten spirit king-stage You-level assassins lined up in the air, Master Xuanyu who had participated in the battle for Huangji Pill stood out.
In the column.
"Is everyone here?" A You-level assassin in the middle glanced at the crowd in the valley, and the voice turned out to be a woman.