Sister Must Be A Good Person
Those familiar figures were Meng Qingling, Dongfang Haojie, Li Mingye, Niu Dazhuang, Da Gouzi, Duan Yingjun, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu. When everyone's gazes fell on these eight people, their faces were filled with shock. These seven people all revealed a trace of the Transcendence Realm's aura.
What was shocking was not their cultivation, but the fact that they clearly knew Li Mochou and the other two girls. They must have a close relationship with Ning Beixuan.
When did so many Transcendence Realm cultivators appear in the Mystic True Celestial Realm?
Some of the elders of the Wang family gradually became serious. They suddenly had a guess. Maybe Ning Beixuan wasn't the only one behind him.
"This kid must have experienced something that we don't know …"
Wang Tong thought to himself.
"Temple Master Dongfang, you have also broken through to the Transcendence Realm? This … "
Little Yue 'er was a little surprised.
When they received the news and rushed to the Green Nether Celestial Realm with Li Mochou, Dongfang Haojie and the others had just broken through to the Early Eternal Realm. In just a few decades, they had broken through several levels and reached the Early Transcendence Realm? They were even faster than the two of them?
"It's a long story."
Dongfang Haojie smiled slightly.
Meng Qingling glanced around and her eyes fell on Ning Qi, who was thousands of miles away. After a few moments of silence, she transmitted her voice, "This time, we are not the only ones here."
Little Yue 'er's eyes moved slightly when she heard this. She lifted her eyes and looked around. She saw many familiar faces on the observation platforms of the other six giant cities. Among these people were Dou Dan Realm cultivators and Eternal Life Realm cultivators. They were all disciples of the War God Hall. Even the Clan Heads and Elders of the Nine Great Clans of Dongxuan were present.
"We have already thought about it. If boss can't win, we will use our lives to buy him some time."
Duan Yingjun grinned.
After a few decades, his body was still very fat, but he looked much more mature. He was like a different person from before.
Obviously, Duan Yingjun and the others must have experienced something in the past few decades. Otherwise, their cultivation would not have improved by leaps and bounds.
"Don't worry. As long as the Young Master condenses his Dharma Power, these guys will all die."
Little Yue 'er smiled, but the killing intent in her eyes didn't dissipate. She coldly looked in the direction of Wang Lan. When their gazes met, Little Yue' er's lips curled up in a provocative manner and she made a throat-slitting gesture. Seeing this, Wang Lan and Sikong were instantly enraged. However, they only glanced at Jian Xilai fearfully and didn't do anything.
Another round of attacks started. All sorts of Dharma Images surrounded Ning Qi like gods. Colorful laws bombarded the embryonic form of Ning Qi's Dharma Image, causing deafening explosions. Even from a thousand miles away, one could feel the terrifying law energy.
When the War God Temple cultivators saw this scene, they couldn't help but clench their fists tightly. They memorized the names of the Transcendence Realm cultivators who attacked Ning Qi.
Days passed by.
Spring passed and autumn came, and a few years passed.
Not only did the siege on Ning Qi not weaken, but it also became more violent. Many cultivators were extremely afraid. The embryonic form of Ning Qi's Dharma Image was gradually becoming more obvious.
After being besieged for so many years, not only did Ning Qi's Dharma Image not collapse, but it also became more solid. They couldn't help but be afraid. If Ning Qi really succeeded in condensing his Dharma Image, he could defeat the Venerable Heavenly Gourd with his Eternal Life Realm cultivation. Perhaps all the cultivators present would face extremely terrifying revenge!
"Sister, are you a friend of the Young Master?"
One day, Zuo Ling 'er finally couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked Jian Xilai who was standing in front of her.
As soon as this sentence came out, the nearby cultivators immediately gasped with fear in their eyes.
"He's a man."
Dongfang Haojie reminded her with a voice transmission.
Zuo Ling 'er's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. It was clearly a girl. How could it be a man?
Little Yue 'er's eyes moved slightly. She knew that Zuo Ling' er had a sixth sense that was close to divine. Since she said that this person was a woman, then it was a woman!
Just when everyone thought that Jian Xilai would fly into a rage, Jian Xilai turned around indifferently, glanced at Zuo Ling 'er, and said, "I'm not a friend of your Young Master."
"Hiss …"
Many cultivators gasped. Jian Xilai was actually so easy to talk to?
"Oh, then sister must be a good person."
Zuo Ling 'er nodded.
"Hmm?"
Jian Xilai frowned slightly.
"Those who attacked my Young Master were all bad guys. Sister, you're not."
Zuo Ling 'er said with a smile.
Jian Xilai smiled faintly and nodded at Zuo Ling 'er. He then turned around and looked at the Dharma Image outside Ning Qi's body thoughtfully.
… ….
"Bastard! Don't run! "
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man ran crazily through the Mystic True Giant City. Behind him, there were more than a dozen youths of the same age chasing after him while cursing.
When the passersby saw this, they all shook their heads and made way for them. Those youths were either disciples of the Grotto-heaven or disciples of the Wang family. Although their cultivation levels were not high, ordinary cultivators still did not want to cause trouble.
The young man who was being chased revealed a trace of panic on his face. Like a headless fly, he rushed into the observation deck of the Mystic True Giant City.
Suddenly, a loud sound came from afar, like thunder on dry land. When the young man heard the sound, he unconsciously stopped and looked over.
The dozen youths who were chasing behind him were also attracted by the sound. They even ignored the young man who was right in front of them.
"Wang Zhen, I heard that that's your Wang family's patriarch."
One of the youths suddenly said in a low voice.
A trace of admiration flashed in the eyes of the tallest youth. He nodded and said, "That's right, he's our Wang family's Patriarch Bei Xuan!"
"I heard from my father that Patriarch Bei Xuan has been here for nearly a hundred years."
One of the youths said suspiciously.
"At the very least, he was here when we were born. But I don't think it's been a hundred years. Look, those seniors are all experts on the Azure Dragon Roll. It's impossible for anyone to last a hundred years under their attacks!"
A youth pointed into the distance and said.
In the direction that he was pointing at, thousands of Dharma adepts were attacking Ning Qi's Dharma Power, which had already taken shape. His facial features were extremely three-dimensional, and they were launching a fierce, yet useless, attack.
Wang Lan, who had matured a little, was also among them. She followed the abandoned disciple of Jiu You and kept using her strongest moves on Ning Qi, trying to destroy Ning Qi's Dharma Image.
"Who said it's impossible?"
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