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Therefore, any junior that could catch his attention was definitely extraordinary. For this man to personally comfort her, it was enough to prove that the little girl had great fortune.
"There are some extraordinary juniors in the Barren Country now. In time, they might become a source of trouble," Qin Yanlong continued.
"Forget it, there's nothing to worry about. If the Golden-Winged Great Roc clan were to act, that guy is not to be trifled with. The Demon God has appeared, and the Nine Divine Thunder Cauldrons have fallen into the hands of the Devil religion. No one can stop this. I think those people from the Devil religion will not let the Barren Country go."
The middle-aged man said indifferently. Suddenly, he paused. His eyes, which had been calm all this time, rippled. He said, "Strictly speaking, those people from the Devil religion will not let the Du family go. They will not let anyone with Thunder Martial Veins go …"
"What happened back then? The Du family's Thunder Martial Veins are not simple. Why didn't they leave their name back then?" Qin Yanlong was very curious. Thunder Martial Veins were not simple. A Du family with such a Martial Vein had suddenly appeared. During the ancient catastrophe, no one with Thunder Martial Veins had left their name.
However, Qin Yanlong was very sure that a Du family with such a Thunder Martial Vein definitely had an extraordinary background.
"Thunder Martial Vein …"
The middle-aged man sighed softly. Then, he said, "The little girl has awakened the Thunder Martial Vein. We can't make her unhappy. Don't touch the so-called Barren Country. I need to go into seclusion for a period of time. After that, I will try to contact the main clan."
"It has been so many years, but the main clan has never contacted us. Can we still contact them?"
Qin Yanlong's face was filled with worry. He said, "If we can't contact the main clan, we may not be able to stay out of trouble."
"This world was sealed by the Dragon God and the others. Even if the main clan wants to contact them, they may not be able to."
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, he waved his hand, indicating for Qin Yanlong to leave.
…
School of Yin-Yang.
On the mountain peak, the moonlight was like a ribbon.
Moon Sage's long dress fluttered in the wind. Under the moonlight, she looked mysterious. Her face was pale, but her body was shrouded in a hazy glow.
"I can't predict the future, it's a blur …"
The Moon Saint pinched his fingers. His eyes were like stars, shining with starlight. His expression was serious, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"I believe that the Master of the Three Thousand Great Worlds has his own plans."
A weathered figure stood before the Moon Saint and looked at the sky. He said with a drawn-out voice, "The catastrophe of the world is about to happen again. I need to train in isolation for a while, and then I will try to contact the main clan."
…
Famous experts.
Cang Mountain was magnificent, lofty and majestic. The pavilions and palaces shone brightly.
"That old tree is still alive. This is a big problem. The awakening of the Thunder Vein is extremely unusual. I will go into seclusion to recover and contact the main clan as soon as possible." In the blazing ancient cave, an old man spoke.
"Yes …" Su Sanyan left.
…
"That mutated dragon has a mysterious origin. The appearance of the lightning Martial Vein seems to be part of that person's plan. I have to go into seclusion to recover for a while."
Someone among the Dragons spoke.
…
In the Beast Region, the Golden-winged Rocs.
"I have already searched the entire area and found nothing. If it's not time to die, then it won't. Let's just wait and see!" said a domineering old man. His golden eyes were deep.
…
The Heavenly Devil Battlefield had appeared, and the Demon God had returned. The Tri-Continent Kyushu was in an uproar, and everyone was in a state of panic.
However, the Nine Great Families, the Dragons, the Phoenixes, and the other major forces were all quiet. There was no news, and no disciples appeared. It was as if they had all disappeared.
In Shang Zhou, Hehuan School.
At dusk, the palaces, courtyards, and mountains were dyed golden by the sunset. The clouds were faintly discernible, as if they were suffused with flames.
Under the sunset, Su Muxin's hair flowed freely. Her face was enough to captivate all living things. She was so beautiful that it was soul-stirring. However, at the moment, her face was full of worry and her eyes were dim.
"It seems that you have really fallen in love with him."
The voice came from an extremely beautiful woman. However, she looked extremely young. She wore a thin layer of makeup, and the corners of her eyes were filled with spring. It was Tang Meiling.
"He's the supervisor of the Hehuan School. It's only natural for me to be worried!" said Su Muxin. She bit her lip.
"I didn't say who it was. You're just confessing without being pressed."
Tang Meiling smiled. She stood beside Su Muxin and looked at Su Muxin. Her eyes were filled with spring, and it was enough to move the hearts of all men. Then, she frowned and said to Su Muxin, "That guy has survived several calamities. This time, he might come out unscathed."
"Will a miracle really happen …."
Su Muxin gazed into the distance. Her eyes drooped, and she slowly walked away. Her eyes flashed with unfathomable sadness.
… … …
In an ancient space, the cliffs were steep, and the trees were lush.
There were winding rivers in the mountains. The two sides of the rivers were connected by mountains.
Several old buildings were hidden in the middle. It wasn't a spectacular sight, but it was simple and deep.
"Master, is he really dead? Think of a way to save him."
In the stone room, Ouyang Shuang's peerless face was covered in tears and grief.
"It's too late. It's all too late!" Crazy 'Ole's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were as deep as the sea. He kept shaking his head, and his face was pale.
"Master, your cultivation is heaven-defying. You must have a way." Ouyang Shuang kept pleading and shaking Crazy 'Ole's arm.
"His primordial spirit has been reduced to ashes. How can he be saved? Even if the Dragon God and the Lord of the Three Thousand Worlds come, they won't be able to do anything …." Crazy 'Ole said and shook his head.
… … …
Phoenix Mountain, Wutong Mountain.
On the ancient land, the flaming Wutong covered the sky. From afar, it looked like an endless sea of fire.
Vast ancient buildings stood in the mountains, and ancient mottled traces were everywhere.
"I want revenge. I want to cultivate well. I want to kill that Demon God to avenge my father!"
On Du Xiaohuang's small head, her eyes were glowing with green flames.
"Girl, don't be sad. Maybe there will be a miracle."
The voice was like a fairy's voice. Zi Xuan stood behind Du Xiaohuang. She was wearing a purple dress that outlined her seductive figure. Her eyes were fluctuating, and her red lips were slightly opened. She muttered to herself, "Back then, he came back to life. His life is not something that can be taken away by anyone."
… … …
The continuous mountain range was dense and steaming.
This was a mysterious and secluded place. There were extraordinary spiritual herbs everywhere, and the energy of heaven and earth was amazing.
At the top of the mountain, in a quaint courtyard.
"Master, is Brother Shaofu really dead? Do you have a way to save Brother Shaofu?"
Dai Xingyu cried, and her eyebrows were knitted. Her eyes, which were originally filled with smoke, were dim and sorrowful.
A girl in green stood behind her. Her clear and bright eyes were glowing with a faint green light. Her long eyelashes were slightly curved, and her white and flawless skin was faintly pink. She stood behind her with a dignified expression. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she did not speak.
"There is no way to reverse the situation. Those who were killed by that Demon God, not to mention their bones and primordial spirits, even if they are left, no one in the world can save them."
In front of Dai Xingyu, a beautiful woman in plain clothes was sitting cross-legged. Her plain palace dress was simple and elegant, and she had a natural air of nobility. But at this moment, her face was pale.
"No, Brother Shaofu won't die. Brother Shaofu is such a good man. God won't let him die." Dai Xingyu wept like a weeping beauty.
"Ding … …"
Suddenly, the pleasant sound of a guzheng was heard. At first, it was fresh and smooth, and it was full of charm. If one listened carefully, it seemed to have a magical power, and it gradually made people intoxicated.
"In the vast illusory world, this encounter is unforgettable … …"
"When we meet in the early summer, we leave a smile. Since we don't know each other, so what … …"
"That rainy day, the guzheng song stretched across the lotus pond … …"
In the sound of the guzheng, the song was gentle and touching. "Since we are not fated, why do we need to swear … …"
"Today, everything is like water without a trace … …"
"In the sound of the lantern, the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold. In the dream, the guzheng sang softly. Outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the mountain, the outsider of the building has not returned. Looking back, I have long passed the River of Forgetfulness, and the person playing the guzheng is full of tears."
"What day is Mingxi? You are already strangers, and we are separated. Today is not yesterday, autumn is as old as before, and I am empty and thin … …"
The guzheng song was like the sound of nature. At first, it was charming and moving, then it was gentle and resentful. In the end, it made people mourn for no reason.
Even the beautiful woman in plain clothes, Dai Xingyu, and Xiao Qing on the mountain peak were intoxicated. They could not recover for a long time.
"Aunt is playing the guzheng … …" After a while, Dai Xingyu opened his mouth. There were fluctuations in his eyes.
"The great calamity of heaven and earth is coming. The world is going to be in chaos. You all should cultivate well. I need to go into seclusion for a while."
The beautiful woman came back to her senses and looked at Dai Xingyu. After her voice was recorded, her body that was sitting cross-legged in the void fluctuated and disappeared strangely.
In a quiet deep valley, in a quaint courtyard, the surroundings were hazy with clouds and mist.
In the pavilion, someone was sitting upright. The guzheng in front of her had already stopped playing.
In the hazy mist, looking from afar, one could feel that it was a graceful woman.
After a while, the woman stood up. Her delicate body was like a jade willow, light and tender. Her temperament carried an ancient aura. She was so beautiful that she was like a fairy that walked out of a painting.
… … …
"Ahwooh … …"
No one knew where this place was. The terrifying aura made people feel desolation and destruction from the depths of their souls. There were faint sounds of ghosts crying and gods howling.
The mountains were vast, but the devil qi was drifting.
"Congratulations Demon God, congratulations Demon God. In the future, no one in this world can stop us!"
The voice echoed, and the devil qi was monstrous. In the depths of the huge dark hall, dozens of figures stood respectfully.
The Nine Demon Emperors, the Five Great Lightning Emissaries, Moksha, Jialou Jueliao, Mo Lingzi, and the others were among them.
Inside the hall, devil shadows were engraved. There was no one on the big chair with a back. Instead, there was a black devil qi that was slowly spreading. There was no vitality.
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