The vast night can only become the most beautiful scenery under the adornment of stars.

Whenever this happens, there are always people who can't help but look up and appreciate the vast and mysterious starry sky.

In Luguobuzhou, there is such a group of people on a very spiritual mountain.

"Dear disciples, the Starlight Body Tempering Art is a unique skill in this sect's Qi refining. It is to use the starlight to temper the flesh body. It can not only enhance its cultivation, but also lay a solid foundation for future foundation building."

An old man with gray hair and beards carried his hands on his back and forth, walking around the platform, as if he was teaching in a row.

At this time, under the high platform, there were hundreds of green-shirted disciples listening cross-legged with respect on their faces.

"Tonight, the stars are shining brightly in the night sky, and the stars are also the most brilliant. It can be said that the best time to practice the Starlight Body Tempering Art."

While the white-haired old man was talking, suddenly bursts of screams came from the disciples under the high platform.

"Look, what is that?"

"Impossible, this is a palace, am I not dazzled?"

"How strange, there is a flying palace. This is really a strange story in the world!"

...

The white-haired old man was confused and turned around and looked up, and was stunned for a moment.

The same scene also happened in various parts of Buzhou, and is now thousands of miles away from Qubu City.

In a barren mountain, a bonfire was particularly conspicuous, with grilled pheasants flipped over it, and the fragrance drifted far away.

"On the way back to China for thousands of miles, only by learning how to roast chicken can you barely go on!"

A fat man with a cheeky face sat on the ground, reached out to break off a chicken leg, and began to feast on his mouth.

"If my father hadn't been ill, I really didn't want to go back to Yu Country. The fourth brother's eyes were getting more and more ugly now, as if he was trying to grab a position. I really didn't want to stay there."

The fat man gnawed the chicken legs in his mouth, with a little vague mouth, and continued, "Brother Mo, whom Zhu Sishan, did not expect to be a shocking figure with great cultivation with a fake baby realm. He thought he could hold a big and thick leg but didn't want to miss the Wanbaolou. It was a pity in life."

As he was talking to himself, his expression suddenly froze, he opened his mouth wide and did not speak for a long time, looking into the distance with a stunned face.

But I saw a magnificent hall in the vast night sky, lightning flashed by, and the wind was like lightning under the moonlight. It was so fast that even his eyes couldn't keep up.

"This is……"

The fat man couldn't help but become confused. Judging from his cultivation level, of course he didn't know what this was?

However, under the starry sky tonight, there are certainly people who know the goods among the people who see this palace.

Hundreds of miles away from Qubu City, the music of orchestral silk and bamboo came from a water pavilion in the suburbs. Eight musicians were playing carefully under the towers with various instruments.

In front of the tower, thirty girls sang and danced. Their dance postures were extremely beautiful, and their slender waists were swaying endlessly. When the wonderful appearance was presented, the silk sleeves were hidden and exposed, which was the most enjoyable for audio-visual entertainment.

However, there was only one audience member, that was the young man in brocade clothes sitting on the high platform. He lay sleepily on the soft couch, with four beautiful girls serving him carefully, and he felt uncomfortable pounding his waist and pinching his legs. It was an emperor-like enjoyment.

But suddenly, he pushed away the girl serving beside him and sat up suddenly on the soft collapse. The light of his sleepy eyes burst out and looked into the distant night sky.

"Colorful Linglong Hall?"

The young man in brocade was full of surprise and said to himself: "This spiritual weapon is driven to use with all his might, but it costs a lot of spiritual stones. The buyer of Room No. 6, Tianzi, Wanbaolou, was indeed not an ordinary person. Who is he? "

If the buyer of Tianzi Room No. 6 here, he would definitely be able to hear his voice. That was the buyer of Tianzi Room No. 2 in Wanbaolou that day, and I also remember that he once reported to his house, which was the Seventh Prince of the Great Han Kingdom.

Of course, the buyer in Room No. 6 of Tianzi that day was Mo Wentian, the owner of the Qicai Linglong Hall. At this time, he was indeed sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the middle. The grooves all over his body were all top-quality spirit stones, and he was driving the hall to travel as fast as possible.

In fact, as the Seventh Prince of the Great Han Kingdom said, the consumption of spirit stones was too terrible to drive the hall to travel at such a speed. In just two short hours, only a thousand miles away, two top-grade spirit stones had been consumed.

If it were normal times, it would never be a waste of money, but Mo Wentian had a last resort.

After Luolongpo killed Wu Daoyuan, he received a call for help from the sect. The news came from Kangcheng, Song Dynasty, and it was news from Tang Jingxiang using the seventh-level thousand-mile notes to transmit music.

Even though these seventh-level talismans were as fast as lightning, it still took time. It had been more than half an hour since Tang Jingxiang sent out the talisman to ask for help when he received the news in Luolongpo.

In this half hour, anything could happen. Although the sect is different now, with two junior brothers and sisters of Lei Gu, and even Shameful Hua Gong is in the sect at this time, her injuries have not healed. I am afraid that she is not the opponent of Xuanyin Gong?

Mo Wentian was anxious at this moment and wanted to return to the sect immediately, but he had no choice. Luolongpo was 20,000 miles away from Yunzhou, and he could not borrow a teleportation token to return to the sect in an instant. At present, he could only rush back to Qubu City and borrow the city teleportation array to the city in the northwest direction of Zhuzhou.

The teleportation arrays between the Lu and Song dynasties were not open, and they could only rush from Zhuzhou to Tianyuan City, and then teleport to Kangcheng, Song. Only by reaching the boundary of Kangcheng can they use the teleportation token to return to the sect in an instant.

This is the fastest route. Even if you follow this route, it will take more than half a day. When you rush back, the daylily will be cold, which will be useless.

However, Mo Wentian had no choice. He tried his best to activate the Colorful Linglong Palace, and his speed was extremely fast. He saw that Qubu City was already far away.

Beside him, the girl in white stood indifferently, guarding her body without moving, like a clay sculpture. This was the Yuanying puppet from Wu Daoyuan, who was easily taken into his pocket by Mo Wentian.

It's strange to say that Mo Wentian hasn't figured it out yet. Why did this girl in white suddenly lose control and hurt herself without following the order?

The sudden failure of this Nascent Soul puppet is definitely not a problem with the soul-summoning bell. There is definitely a story here.

Could it be that she knows me?

Suddenly, such an idea came to Mo Wentian's mind, and even he himself was almost shocked.

If that is not the case, why does she have such an unusual reaction when she sees her face?

"Who are you?"

On the way, Mo Wentian asked in a low voice, but he seemed to be a clay sculpture and could not get any response.

"Do you know me?"

Mo Wentian continued to ask questions, and he looked up at the dull eyes, and could not see any answer from it.

"My name is Mo Wentian, what's your name?"

"If not, give you a name, how do you think?"

"Forget it, if you have time, I'd better come to Lu Country again to ask Ou Zhizi for advice. I believe he should know your origin."

...

Along the way, Mo Wentian seemed to be talking, and at the same time, he was talking to himself. Some words were repeated many times. Perhaps only in this way could he calm down his anxious heart.

Before this, Yunzhou Mang Mountain was the gate of Wuji Gate.

In the Guiyuan Extinction Formation, there are bloody yellow sand here, as if they have just experienced a bloody battle. Looking into the distance, there are broken remains everywhere, with broken swords scattered with swords and broken blades, and half of the charred flag penetrated into the dust and sand, slowly floating with the wind.

The world is boundless, quiet and silent, and the dry aura wind swept the rust-like smell.

Suddenly, rolling yellow sand pounced on the sky, and hundreds of golden-armored warriors rushed out from inside, and the golden guns in their hands trembled like a tide, rushing from all directions.

"Good come!"

Xuanyin Gong laughed disdainfully. His feet gently stepped on the ground, and the bloody yellow sand sizzled, as if it was frozen quickly, spreading out like a bone-broken cold tide, and soon covered the sky and the earth.

In an instant, the cold air around us emerged wildly, and the air seemed to be about to freeze. The golden-armored warriors who rushed up were like falling into an ice cellar, and their feet were immediately frozen on the ground. A cold air visible to the naked eye spread along the soles of their feet, turning into a human-shaped ice sculpture, but it was difficult for a moment to move.

"broken!"

Xuanyin Gong stomped his feet on the ground, and the earth suddenly vibrated, like a broken mirror, spreading like a cracked spider web. The golden armored warriors broke inch by inch, turning into ice slag and falling all over the ground.

"ah!"

At this moment, many monks who had produced metal magic tricks in the mountain gate couldn't help but let out muffled groans at this moment, and even those with shallow magic power had their faces turned pale, obviously because they were backfired by magic power.

Lu Yifeng's face changed drastically. He reached out and bounced a yellow array flag in the air. He then hit a huge mountain above his head. He roared out the word "earth" like a mountain and rivers.

In an instant, the Wuji Sect disciples present had a certain expression. Hundreds of disciples who practiced earth-attributed martial arts immediately used their magic power and produced magic tricks containing earth spiritual energy, which were completely immersed in the Guiyuan Extreme Formation.

In an instant, in the bloody sand of the Guiyuan Formation, hundreds of stone giants broke out of the ground, raised their fists as big as rocks, turned into steel chariots, and rushed towards Xuanyin Gong.

"Just a bunch of ants!"

Xuan Yin Gong sneered all over his face, and reached out to take out a cold long sword. The sword light emitted an ice-like light. It seemed to be a low-grade spiritual weapon. The long sword flew over, and the indestructible stone giant was actually broken open like paper, which was simply vulnerable.

"It's useless. In the face of absolute strength, all struggles are in vain!"

Xuan Yin Gong shook his head and sighed. He raised the sword in his hand high, as if he was about to split the sky and break through the sky like lightning. The biting sword light flew across the sky.

"boom!"

The Guiyuan Extinction Formation seemed to be hit hard, vibrating violently. Even under the cold air of the sword light, it immediately became a little uncomfortable. The stone giants became slower, as if they were frozen.

"Wow!"

Among those disciples who had unearthed the attribute formation, some of the weak magic power could not help but vomit blood, which made the disciples present look pale. Guiyuan Impact Formation is a seventh-level formation. Even if it exerts its power to the extreme, it will not threaten such a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator. Is it really difficult for the Wuji Sect to escape?

The situation of Wuji Sect today is extremely dangerous, and it is a crisis that has never happened to the sect. Even if the head of the sect comes here, they have no confidence to overcome the difficulties. After all, the head of the sect is only in the realm of fake infants, but the Xuanyin Gong in front of him is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he is likely to be about to be in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This is simply an invincible existence.

Lei Wanshan's face looked extremely ugly. He looked at Gu Aoxue and understood that he could not drag it down any longer. Otherwise, if Xuanyin Gong took action, he would be afraid that the Guiyuan Extreme Formation would not be able to resist. He immediately touched the treasure bag, grabbed a token of the Dragon Pool, and activated his magic power to raise his hand to hit the mountain gate. He set up a dragon trapping formation outside the Guiyuan Extreme Formation.

This formation can reduce the opponent's cultivation by 40% within one hour. As the killer weapon for saving lives, it has to be used immediately at the critical moment of life and death, hoping that it can be delayed for a while.
Chapter completed!