Chapter 840
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A clump of green grass grew slowly and laboriously, swaying gently in the breeze.
One day, this patch of green grass would spread for tens of thousands of miles, and it would once again become the Wuwang Mountain Range that was filled with lush foliage and life.
Just like the lives of the Yanwu Continent.
They were ordinary and insignificant. In the eyes of the high and mighty immortals, they were like ants, like insignificant flames.
But this group of ants, these little flames, were so insignificant.
As long as they were given a corner of the world, a turning point, a spark could start a prairie fire, and ants could overturn the world.
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Xiuxian Continent, Tian Yi Men.
In a tightly shut secret room, Leng Qingwan opened her eyes and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
On the three praying mats beside her, Hibiscus, Lily of the Valley, and Green Bamboo had all been reduced to ashes.
Leng Qingwan felt the empty spiritual power in her body, as well as the tearing pain in her body. Her eyes were filled with bone-piercing resentment.
Suddenly, she thought of something and grabbed the monocular to take a look.
But the surface of the Thousand Mile Mirror was gray, and nothing could be seen.
Only a few cracks appeared on the surface of the mirror.
The monocular was destroyed, and the power of [God-slaying Tribulation] was so powerful.
Three of his trusted subordinates were killed, half of his cultivation was lost, and the most valuable treasure of Tian Yi Men was destroyed.
This time, in order to kill Jun Muyan, it could be said that she paid a painful price.
Unfortunately, that Tian Mo Qin, that Shen Musician inheritance, she didn't manage to snatch a single one of them.
Leng Qingwan's face contorted, but it was soon replaced by a maniacal laugh.
"So what if we suffer heavy losses? Jun Muyan, that slut was still killed by me! "
"You want to live together with the Monarch, you want to steal what belongs to me, Leng Qingwan … This is your end!"
"Haha … Hahahaha …"
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Polar Domain, Lingxiao Hall.
The roar of thunder seemed to resound in his ears.
Di Ming Jue abruptly sits up on the bed, his complexion deathly pale, "Muyan –!!"
After a while, he stood up and walked out without hesitation.
However, before he could reach the door, a few people rushed over and knelt in front of him.
"Lord, you can't leave this place!"
Di Ming Jue coldly looks at the people kneeling in front of him, "Get lost!!"
"My lord, please listen to me!" Elder Chang knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily. "The Mirror of Heaven and Earth was corroded. You forcibly tore through time and space. Both your body and Primordial Spirit were severely injured, and your cultivation almost dropped by a level. If you don't recuperate in this Soul Cultivation House, your cultivation will never recover."
That day, Emperor Ming Jue returned and dealt with Mo Rufeng with the force of a thunderbolt.
He forced Old Ji to admit his guilt.
Just as everyone is rejoicing that everything has calmed down, Di Ming Jue suddenly collapses.
Elder Chang went up to take a look, but he was scared out of his wits.
Because Di Ming Jue's cultivation has almost directly dropped by a layer, and his primordial spirit is even on the verge of collapse.
But even with such a serious injury, no one noticed him at all. He held on until he finished dealing with everything before collapsing.
The Soul Nurturing House was actually a Sacred Ancestral Artifact.
It was just an ordinary stone house. There wasn't even any spiritual power in it, and it didn't look special.
But this [Soul Recovery House] was a treasure that was hard to find in the world.
No matter how badly his primordial spirit was injured, he could slowly recover in the Soul Nurturing House.
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