Jun Changxiao left again. He was still alone, but the Sect did not press the pause button. The disciples continued to cultivate as usual, moving towards a higher realm.
If they knew that the Sect Leader was shouldering the mission of bringing everyone to the Upper Realm, they would definitely work even harder. After all, no one wanted to go to a higher realm one day and become a pitiful worm that could be bullied by others.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others were not idle either. After breaking through to the Half-Saint Realm with the help of the Half-saint Elixir, they were all cultivating every moment.
On the contrary, Lu Qianqian began to calm down after entering Wu Sheng and began to teach the new female disciples. However, because the cultivation method was too extreme, the rate of return was not very high.
"Senior Sister Lu."
Xia Shuiyun said, "I … can I ask you some questions about the Ice Element?"
She would often come to the Sect of All Times to find Su Xiaomo, although she was more responsible for showing off her affection to the disciples.
"Sure."
Lu Qianqian said.
"Senior Brother."
Li Fei, who was squatting in the distance, said in surprise, "Don't you feel that Senior Sister seems to have changed a lot recently? Especially her tone, it's much gentler than before."
Su Xiaomo said, "Yeah, it's a bit strange."
Li Qingyang, who came from afar, said, "Senior Sister only cultivates the Ice Element and gives people a cold feeling. In fact, she cares about us Junior Brothers."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, cold air filled the air.
Everyone turned around and saw Lu Qianqian staring at them. "Why aren't you going back to your cultivation?!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In an instant, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei disappeared without a trace.
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched slightly, and he added in his heart, "It's just that the way she cares is a bit extreme!"
…
Boom!
Boom!
Inside the Life and Death Secret Realm, Ye Xingchen was sweating profusely as he waved his fists, killing all the spirit beasts that were attacking him. His eyes were filled with anger.
He didn't care that the Emperor's Throne that should have belonged to him had been taken. What he cared about was when he could reach the peak like the Patriarch and ascend to the Upper Realm to seek revenge!
"Ahhh —"
"Boom boom boom!"
Angry roars and explosions were heard, and all the spirit beasts in the illusion were killed. Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, and his eyes flickered with anger.
The stronger one was, the deeper the hatred.
Right now, he only wanted to break through to the Martial Emperor realm as soon as possible so that he could enter the Upper Realm to look for Empress Ling Yao and slay her with his sword!
"Come!"
Inside the cafeteria, Ye Xingchen placed a jar full of Drunken Dreams on the table and shouted, "Let's have a drinking contest!"
The Wine Demon grinned and said, "I couldn't ask for more!"
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
After drinking a jar of Drunken Dreams, Ye Xingchen's eyes began to blur. Unbearable memories flashed before his eyes. Instead of drinking to drown his sorrows, he became even more sorrowful.
This day …
Ah Niu drank too much again.
This day …
Ah Niu was defeated by Zi on Spirit Beast Peak again.
This day …
Ah Niu was brought back to his room by Li Qingyang and the others. He kept mumbling, "I want revenge, I want revenge …"
…
The Upper Realm …
In the majestic hall, Empress Ling Yao, who was shrouded in clouds, said, "Someone in the Falling Star Continent has broken through to the Martial Emperor realm?"
"Yes, Master," the hunchbacked old man said.
"Who?"
"The Patriarch of the Sect of All Times."
"Oh."
Empress Ling Yao nodded.
The hunchbacked old man sighed and said, "This person was only at the Wu Sheng realm when he was punished in the Dimensional Battlefield. In such a short time, he has broken through to the Martial Emperor realm. His speed of growth is astonishing!"
"Does the Realm Hall know?"
"Not yet."
"Oh, right!"
The hunchbacked old man said solemnly, "I just received news that the Realm Hall has decided to imprison the traitor in the Mortal Universe's Nine Levels of Hell forever."
"This is an extremely dangerous person. If it is difficult to suppress him in the Lower Realm, he might cause great suffering."
Empress Ling Yao said, "The Realm Hall really doesn't take the Mortal Universe seriously."
"The Nine Levels of Hell were built by the Realm Hall. There are all kinds of profound formations inside. If the traitor is sent to the Lower Realm, his realm and cultivation will be suppressed. There shouldn't be any problems, right?" The hunchbacked old man said.
Empress Ling Yao was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm just afraid that there might be an accident."
…
In a pitch-black tunnel, a half-naked man with disheveled hair walked out under the escort of dozens of powerful cultivators. There were strange tattoos on his back, and as his muscles twitched, he looked like a ferocious beast.
After a while, the group arrived in front of the formation.
"Do you have anything to say before you leave?" The leader of the powerful cultivators in charge of escorting the man asked.
The tattooed man standing in front of the matrix gently raised his hand and parted his messy hair, revealing a pale and ferocious smiling face. He said, "When I return, it will be the day of the Jie Hall's destruction!"
"Stubborn!"
The leader said coldly. "Reflect on your actions in the Nine Levels of Hell!"
"Kekeke!"
The tattooed man swaggered to the front of the formation, and even when he was teleported out, his eerie laughter still echoed in the sky.
"Domain Chief."
One of the subordinates couldn't help but ask, "This traitor is extremely dangerous. Why didn't you just kill him? Why did you have to imprison him in the Lower Realm?"
The leader said, "This person has a reincarnation spirit that was born in the universe. Every time he dies, he will reincarnate and become stronger. The best way is to imprison him forever."
"I see!" The subordinate understood and shook his head. "Having a spirit seed born in the universe, he will definitely become someone great. What a pity, he just had to be a traitor."
…
"Whoosh!"
The space of the mortal universe was suddenly torn apart by some kind of infinite power. A stream of light shot out from the depths of the void and merged into the starry sky fortress.
"It's here!"
The fortress master looked at the complicated formation in front of him with an unusually serious expression.
He had already received news from the Realm Hall that there was a criminal being imprisoned in the Nine Levels of Hell. They had also instructed him to guard him carefully and not let him escape.
Sigh.
If the Upper Realm knew that someone had already escaped, would they punish him?
No, no.
He couldn't let the Realm Hall know about this. Otherwise, losing his position would be a small matter, but losing his life would be a big matter.
While he was thinking, the tattooed man with messy hair walked out of the formation. He looked around and said, "This is the Nine Levels of Hell that imprisoned me?"
"Swoosh!"
The fortress master raised his hand and pulled the chain over, pulling him to the Nine Levels of Hell.
Prisoners sent down directly from the Upper Realm had to be locked in the lowest level no matter how badly their realm was suppressed by the Heavenly Axiom. As for the danger rating, it had to be above A.
"Hey, hey!"
"Can you be gentler to me!"
"You mortal trash, if I wasn't restrained, I could crush you with one finger!"
"Are you a mute? Say something for me to hear! "
"Creak!"
Just as the tattooed man was talking non-stop, the gate to the Nine Levels of Hell closed. He was the only one in the dark environment, so he sat down casually and said, "No, I have to think of a way to kill myself. I can't spend the rest of my life in prison!"
"Bang bang bang!"
He picked up a stone beside him and smashed it on his head a few times. His face was covered in blood and stone foam flew everywhere. He broke down and said, "Is it so hard for me to die?!"
…
"Just now …"
In the starry sky, Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "What was that?"
He happened to see a stream of light flying down from the universe, heading in the direction of the Starry Sky Fortress.
"Wah!"
The sound of vomiting blood came from below.
After the camera zoomed out, it was revealed that Jun Changxiao was not standing on the Emissary's warship, but on a similar warship. He was even stepping on a fat man who was at least 150 kilograms.
This man was the Emissary of the Twelve Patrol Emissaries.
He endured the pain and said weakly, "You … You're not Yin Hu … Who are you …"
"It's me."
"The Marshal."
"Jun Changxiao."
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