In the hall, the quiet falling needles can be heard, and the candlelight swayed violently. The true Lord of Beishui suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as sharp as swords, and his brilliance shone in the silent sky.

Facing that gaze, Zheng Yuer floated forward and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Beishui, we have been separated for several days, but we are safe. Yuer is polite."

"Yu'er?" A look of ecstasy expression suddenly appeared on the calm face of the true Lord of Beishui. He stood up and said, "What? You... have you condensed the golden elixir?"

"Not bad!" Zheng Yuer nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yuer was favored by the True Lord of Zhongtu, and was rewarded for making golden elixirs, and was promoted to the True Lord of Jindan and was granted the True Lord of Tianyu."

The True Lord Beishui was slightly stunned and said in a trembling voice: "Yu'er, the True Lord Zhongtu will reward you with the golden elixir. Do you know what the meaning is?"

Zheng Yuer looked calm, as if she was telling something she didn't want to do, and said calmly: "Creating a golden elixir is a birthday gift from the king and father to Zhongtu Zhenjun. The meaning contained in it is naturally self-evident. Only disciples who inherited the great throne of the head of the Ascension Sect are qualified to obtain the Golden elixir. Zhongtu Zhenjun wants Yuer to take charge of the Ascension Sect."

"Yu'er said it right, Zhongtu Zhenjun is just thinking this way." Beishui Zhenjun looked happy and said in a deep thought: "Among the three deputy heads of this sect, Ren'er is more cautious, but he lacks courage and has extremely mediocre talent. Even if he has a golden elixir, he may not be able to be promoted to the Jindan Zhenjun. However, his power is extremely capable, but he is arrogant and acts freely, and his virtue is questionable."

At this moment, her eyes were bright and hot, and she said in a more emphasis: "Only Yu'er, you are not only talented, but also have excellent abilities and character. You are really the right candidate for the head of the Ascension Sect. The True Lord of Zhongtu made this choice, but he was also expected."

Zheng Yuer looked calm and seemed to be indifferent to the head of the Shengxian Sect. She just frowned and pondered, and said for a while: "The King of Beishui, I fought with the King of Wind Bear in the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley of the Darong Kingdom that day, but I don't know what the result is?"

The face of the King of Beishui changed slightly, and he recovered from being immersed in joy. He said with lingering fear: "The King of Beasts is worthy of being the elder of the Six Beasts Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts. His strength is already at the peak of the early stage of the Golden Pill. The True Lord is not his opponent. He survived his death under serious injuries and used the Xuan Ice Turtle Breath Method to heal his wounds, but when his spiritual consciousness recovers from perception, he is already here."

Zheng Yuer's expression suddenly changed slightly. The Xuanbing Turtle Breath Technique can close the six consciousnesses, and the self-spiritual consciousness enters a state of false death, and then avoid the pursuit of the enemy cultivator. If it were not for the dangerous moment of life and death hanging on the line, he would never rashly use this method.

When Master Beishui observed her expression, he said in a strange voice: "Yu'er, why is Master Yuan in Daxing City? Wasn't you the help of helping me?"

"Of course not!" Zheng Yuer shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Some time ago, Yuer had left Daxing City. Under the guidance of the True Lord of Zhongtu, he was condensing a golden elixir at the Zhongtu Peak of the Immortal Sect, and he did not leave for a moment."

"That's strange." The Lord Beishui was covered in mist and frowned and said in confusion: "The situation was a life-threatening death. The Lord originally thought he wanted to bury his bones in the wilderness, but he didn't expect to save his life, but he didn't know who helped him?

Zheng Yuer looked solemn and said in a decisive tone: "In Daxing City, if someone can rescue the True Lord, that person must be Mo Wentian, the head of Wuji Sect."

"What? Are you talking about Wuji Zhenren?" The True Lord Beishui looked disbelief and shook his head and said, "At that time, on the 800th birthday of True Lord Zhongtu, this person won the first place in the magical power competition. He is indeed a cultivation genius in Yunzhou that has not been seen in a thousand years. Moreover, in just a few years, he seems to have been the Great Perfect Foundation Establishment, but he is definitely not an opponent of Zhenren Baoxiong."

"Wuji Zhenren is a person who can turn the impossible into the possibility. Yu'er believes in him!" Zheng Yu'er's face was full of tenderness, and her beautiful eyes were already full of bright colors. He said firmly: "At this moment, he should be not far from Daxing City, Yu'er will come back to him."

The King of Beishui is a person who has experienced it, how could she not see her thoughts? He immediately frowned and sighed, "If Master Wuji saves Benzhen, he will naturally repay his life. Yu'er will come here. Even if Master Benzhen gives up all his resources, he will help him achieve the great success of the golden elixir."

In Yunzhou, Zheng State, Wuji Peak of Mangshan, the sky is as clear as if it is washed by greenery, without a trace of clouds, and the earth is shrouded in dazzling sun.

The top of Wuji Peak is built in the center of the scorching sun, and the conscience room above is shining with colorful light under the reflection of the scorching sun.

With a long roar of tigers and dragons, Mo Wentian stepped out of the comprehending room, as if the heaven and earth were magnified in front of him, looking down at the peaks of Mount Mang, all things appeared in front of him.

Gu Aoxue led Bian Xuri to step forward, knelt on one knee on the ground, and shouted respectfully: "Congratulations to the head for the great success of the golden elixir, and from then on, he will be immortal and enjoy the immortal blessing forever."

Mo Wentian nodded silently, but suddenly, an abnormality flashed across his face. He waved his sleeves and helped them up, and said in a serious tone: "Bian Xuyue, you should go to the sect teleportation array immediately and take the Lord of Qian to the Wuji Palace."

"Yes, I obey the order!" Bian Xuyue responded respectfully, but she was a little strange in her heart. Isn't Qian Yucheng in Qingzhou now? Why did he return to the sect at this time? Besides, he has legs and feet, and he will be summoned with just a sound of transmission, but why did I ask this girl to take him to Wuji Hall? Although she was puzzled, the commander of the sect must not be neglected. She immediately took the order down the mountain and quickly walked towards the teleportation array.

Gu Aoxue seemed to notice it and frowned and said, "Senior Brother, what happened?"

Mo Wentian stared at Bian Xuyue's far away back and said in a deep voice: "Qian Yucheng is afraid that something will happen. We will know when we go to the main hall of the sect to see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and floated down the mountain.

Gu Aoxue looked worried, and walked up to him and followed Mo Wentian to the main hall of the sect.

Bian Xuyue has already established a foundation-building cultivation, and his magic power is naturally far superior to the past. It seems like a wind is coming from under his feet. In just a moment, he has arrived at the Wuji Peak Teleportation Array.

In front of the teleportation array, there were heart-wrenching screams. Qian Yucheng seemed to be an inflated balloon, his whole body was shattered, and blood overflowed from his skin, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

At this time, the person in charge of guarding the teleportation array was Wu Zhensheng, an inner disciple. He had never experienced the situation in front of him? He had already been shocked and lost his room. When he was helpless, he saw Bian Xuyue rushing towards him. He suddenly seemed to have a backbone and shouted loudly: "Sister Bian, something is not good, Master Qian...?"

Before he could finish his words, a strong wind suddenly passed by in front of him. Bian Xuyue had already carried Qian Yucheng in his hand and turned into a strong wind and ran away.

Wu Zhensheng looked disbelief, as if he didn't believe his eyes, and exclaimed in surprise: "Sister Bian, have you successfully built the foundation for the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth just now?"

Bian Xuyue was extremely anxious at this time, but she had no time to talk. She just carried Qian Yu in her hand like a child and ran towards the sect hall without any chance. Since the leader wanted to take him over, there would definitely be a way to rescue him.

Qian Yucheng was held in her hand, and she felt that the surrounding scenery was flowing backwards. Facing the breeze, his head became clear and he didn't feel too uncomfortable all over. He said loudly: "Junior Sister Bian, it turns out that you have successfully built the foundation, but it is a gratifying thing. It is worthy of the hard work of your senior brother."

Bian Xuyue shouted anxiously: "Senior Brother Qian, how do you feel? Why did you come back like this?"

"I thought my junior sister hates me, but I didn't expect that I would be anxious." Qian Yucheng smiled and said with a slight mouth: "The senior brother looks not very good now. I feel sorry for my junior sister's eyes. It's really unforgivable."

Bian Xuyue was both angry and ridiculous, and said helplessly: "Senior Brother Qian, when is it already? What else are you kidding? What's going on?"

Qian Yucheng didn't care, looked at her with his eyes foolishly, and said with a greedy expression: "Junior Sister Bian, you are so beautiful. That Zi Cai Zhenren is just a piece of dung in front of you. If he can be so ecstatic with you before he dies, his senior brother will die without regrets."

Bian Xuyue was trembling all over and was about to throw him away, but she was reluctant to let him go, so she could only spit with a blushing face and said, "Senior Brother Qian, don't say anything bad anymore, otherwise the junior sister will really not care about you."

Qian Yucheng suddenly looked a little dim, shook his head and sighed, "Junior Sister Bian, Senior Brother is just joking. How can he destroy your innocence before he dies? If Senior Brother cannot give you a future, he will not take away your body. Senior Brother is a bad life. It doesn't matter if he lives or not, but he must not implicate you."

Bian Xuyue was a little moved and immediately advised with kind words: "Senior Brother Qian, you won't die like this. The leader has been promoted to the Jindan True Lord. He will definitely have a way to save your life."

"What?" Qian Yucheng's face twisted like ecstasy and shouted: "It is really a great joy to be the leader of the Jindan. Wuji Sect is just around the corner, but unfortunately hissing is not enough for the senior brother to witness it with his own eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bian Xuyue had already stepped into the hall. The moment she landed, awe-inspiring pressure surged like a tide, making people breathless. The source of the pressure came from the middle of the front of the hall, where there was a man standing with his hands behind his back. The afternoon sun stretched his shadow about a meter, which seemed quite mysterious.

Gu Aoxue stood in front of his back, looking at Qian Yucheng who was covered in blood, with a look of horror on his face. His mouth moved slightly, and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to speak but stopped.

Bian Xuyue put Qian Yucheng on the ground, walked forward gently, and bowed respectfully: "Sect leader, Elder Gu, the disciple has brought Qian Yucheng there."

Looking at the back of the mountain, Qian Yucheng felt excited and had long forgotten the pain all over his body. He immediately knelt down and shouted: "The Lord of the Interior Hall Qian Yucheng, pay homage to the head, and wish the head a great success of the golden elixir. From now on, the immortal blessings will be immortal, the whole world will be surrendered, and the world will be respected."

The figure slowly turned around, and the afternoon sun shone on his face, emitting a mysterious light. His eyes penetrated like electricity, and he laughed coldly: "Qian Yucheng, are you dead to the point of death, and you are still so slick."
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