The big red bird under Fu Mingzhu flapped its wings and slowly landed on the ground, followed by the others. [Read the latest chapter …]
"Thank you for your help, Senior Fu," Wang Changsheng quickly walked over and said gratefully.
"We're all from the same sect, so it's my pleasure. By the way, how did you meet people from the Evil Blood Palace?" Fu Mingzhu nodded and turned her beautiful eyes to Wu Ling 'er.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng bitterly smiled and told the whole story. He didn't even hide Wu Ling 'er's identity.
"So you're the one we're looking for. Great, we're going back to the sect anyway. Fellow Practitioner Wu, why don't you go back to the Taiqing Palace with us?" Fu Mingzhu smiled at Wu Ling 'er and said.
"Since you are also a member of the Supreme Purity Palace, then there is no problem. Thank you for saving me just now," Wu Ling 'er nodded and said, "Thank you for your help."
"Even if you're someone else, we won't leave you in the lurch. The Taiqing Palace has always been at odds with evil sects like the Evil Blood Palace. Well, let's talk about this later! It's getting late, so let's get on our way! "
Wu Ling 'er nodded and shook her sleeve. A white silk handkerchief flew out from it. The white silk handkerchief expanded in the wind and became ten feet long in the blink of an eye, floating in front of her.
Her figure flashed and appeared on the white silk handkerchief.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng nodded and took out a cyan disc and jumped on it.
"Let's go." Following Fu Mingzhu's order, everyone rose into the air and flew to the horizon. It didn't take long for them to disappear into the horizon.
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A month later, in a vast mountain range at the junction of Fengzhou and Langzhou, a green dragon boat about fifty feet long was flying over the mountain range.
Standing on the deck of the green dragon boat, a woman in white was squinting and looking around. Next to her was a young man in white.
The two people were Wu Ling 'er and Wang Changsheng.
More than half a month ago, Fu Mingzhu brought Wu Ling'er to a branch of the Taiqing Palace. When the elder in charge of the branch learned of Wu Ling'er's identity, he was pleasantly surprised. He immediately sent a large number of people, led by several elders in the Bearing Essence stage, to escort Wu Ling'er back to the Taiqing Palace.
Wu Ling'er was originally a heavenly beauty. Coupled with her status as the Saintess of the Witch Tribe, it was unknown how many male disciples of the Taiqing Palace had fallen in love with her. However, Wu Ling'er was very cold towards these male disciples. Instead, she was closer to Wang Changsheng. After all, Wang Changsheng had saved her life many times. If it weren't for Wang Changsheng, she might have already died at the hands of the Devil Path disciples.
In the beginning, there were still a few male disciples who were thick-skinned enough to talk to Wu Ling 'er, but Wu Ling' er ignored them. After being rejected several times, these people no longer bothered Wu Ling 'er.
Wang Changsheng often stayed with Wu Ling'er, chatting and laughing, which made the other senior and junior brothers envious.
However, after learning that Wang Changsheng was the first in the sect's decennial competition and the second in the centennial Treasure Seizing Assembly of the Huang family in Qu Zhou, these people congratulated Wang Changsheng for winning Wu Ling'er's heart.
In this regard, Wang Changsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The reason why he had been chatting with Wu Ling'er was that a Martial Uncle on the dragon boat had instructed him to introduce the situation of the Taiqing Palace to Wu Ling'er. Wu Ling'er was closer to him, so she would listen to his words.
"Fellow Wu, after passing through this mountain range, we will enter Feng Zhou, where the Taiqing Palace is located. The entire Feng Zhou is the territory of the Taiqing Palace. There is no other sect here." At the end of his words, Wang Changsheng's face showed a touch of pride.
The Taiqing Palace was the number one sect of the Righteous Dao. All the disciples of the Taiqing Palace were very proud of this, and Wang Changsheng was no exception.
"Well, I think Granny Man has been waiting for me in the Taiqing Palace for a long time. The sooner we get to the Taiqing Palace, the sooner Granny Man can be at ease." Wu Ling'er nodded and said with a smile.
Wang Changsheng heard this and smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.
The Granny Man that Wu Ling'er mentioned was a priest of the Flying Serpent Tribe. According to Wu Ling'er, this Granny Man was only one step away from becoming a Wizard Master, which was the late Core Formation stage.
The cultivation system of the Wu Tribe was different from that of the Great Song Immortal World. It was divided into Wizard, Wizard, Great Wizard, and Wizard Master, which corresponded to the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, and Yuanying stages of the Great Song Immortal World.
Generally speaking, a priest of a medium-sized tribe was at least a Great Wizard. A priest of a small tribe might be a Wizard, or even a Wizard.
Because of their position, the Wizard Master of the Wu Tribe was usually called the High Priest.
Wu Ling'er had lived with Granny Man since she was young and had a deep relationship with her. It was normal for her to want to see this Granny Man as soon as possible.
At that moment, an ear-piercing sound rang out.
The white jade pendant on Wu Ling'er's waist flashed with a dazzling white light and let out an ear-piercing sound.
"Wang Daoyou, they're chasing us!" Wu Ling'er's expression changed greatly and she said in a panic.
"Pa!" The white jade pendant broke into pieces.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng's expression darkened and he said, "Don't worry, there are several Core Formation elders of the Taiqing Palace on the dragon boat. They will protect you."
As soon as his words fell, several waves of astonishing spiritual energy shot up from the mountain range below the dragon boat and headed straight for the dragon boat.
With a swoosh, the dragon boat disappeared from the spot. In the next moment, it appeared thousands of meters away. Several black lights passed through the original position of the dragon boat.
At the same time, a black light flew out from the mountain range below and stopped hundreds of feet away from the dragon boat. The black light was a black python that was more than ten feet long. Five black-clothed cultivators with cold expressions stood on the black python's body.
A tall man in a black robe stood on the head of the black python with a black scorpion pattern on his face. The man in the black robe stared at Wu Ling'er on the dragon boat.
When the black python appeared, the green dragon boat glowed with a green light and the green light curtain that enveloped the entire dragon boat became thicker.
"Black Scorpion? Why did he come to the Song Dynasty?" Wu Ling'er saw the man in the black robe and her expression changed greatly.
"Why? Is this man very powerful?" Wang Changsheng curiously looked at the man in the black robe.
"He is the number one warrior of the Black Crow Tribe, Batulu. He once killed three Great Magi of the same level by himself. When I was very young, he was already famous in the Heavenly Witch Mountain," Wu Ling'er said with a serious face.
"Don't worry, Holy Maiden. With this old man here, I won't let anyone hurt you." A deep voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as the voice fell, a kind-looking old man in a yellow robe appeared beside Wu Ling'er.
"Thank you, Senior." Wu Ling 'er's expression softened when she saw the yellow-robed old man, and she thanked him.
"This is what we should do. Martial Nephew Wang Changsheng, take the Saintess back to the cabin to rest. It would be bad if you were hurt in a fight." The old man in the yellow robe said to Wang Changsheng.
"Yes, Martial Uncle Wan." Wang Changsheng respectfully answered and took Wu Ling'er to the cabin.
The old man in the yellow robe saw Wu Ling'er enter the cabin and nodded with satisfaction. He turned to the man in the black robe and said slowly, "I don't care who you are. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you."
The old man in the yellow robe's voice was not loud, but it resounded through the sky.
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