Chapter 4807: Omen of Enchantment 10
Jingchen waved his hand and said: "Okay, since things have already happened, there is no need to investigate those issues. Junior Brother, you immediately rush back to Dajue Temple and report the matter to Master." Jingwu nodded and asked: "Senior brother, is there any salvation for Lord Leng now?" Jingchen shook his head and said, "If he is in the stage of entering a demon, there is still a way to cure him. However, now that his demonic nature has become, there is no way to exorcise him. You just realized it, even Jing Heart spells have no effect on him. What we can do now is to find him before he starts killing, so as to prevent more innocent people from being victimized."
Jingwu sighed softly: "Okay, I'll go back now."
At this moment, in the wild forest outside the Zen Temple, the old man looked at Jingwu who was flying out of the temple, his lips slightly raised, and then he turned his head and said to the four men behind him: "Let's go, we should go back to Lingyun. The palace is over." A middle-aged man asked, "Elder Yuan, the palace lord told me to get rid of Leng Xuan, so let's go back like this, I'm afraid the palace lord will be very dissatisfied." The elder named Yuan He said indifferently: "Don't worry, the master of the palace is to blame, and I will bear it for you, and I will never let you be punished." After a pause, he sneered: "Although we didn't take Leng Xuan's life, but now he It's more painful to live than to die. Just watch it, it won't be long before Leng Xuan will become the object of scorn in the cultivation world. At that time, his reputation will not only plummet, but he will also face the encirclement and suppression of cultivators in the world. , this result is much better than killing him, after all, as a hegemon, we will inevitably cause a lot of trouble if we kill him."
Hearing his words, several other men nodded, no more words at the moment, and they all moved their bodies and galloped into the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed. On this day, in the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace, Ling Xuejiu was sitting in the lobby listening to the reports of his disciples. Suddenly, a disciple of the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace rushed into the lobby in a hurry, bowed his hands and saluted: "See the Holy Maiden." Ling Xueji raised his hand and said, "No gift." The disciple continued: " Holy Maiden, the first elder just sent a letter from the ghost prison, saying that the space channel has fluctuated." Ling Xuejiu heard the words, his face changed slightly, she stood up suddenly, and asked: "Is it the otherworldly cultivation world? The person from the side is here?" The disciple shook his head and said, "I can't be sure yet." Ling Xuejiu pondered for a moment and said, "I will send the order immediately and notify all the disciples of the Holy Palace to prepare. Get in touch." The disciple responded, then turned around and left the lobby.
Not long after he left, Jiu Mu came to the lobby from outside. "Saint, I heard about the ghost prison. Could it be that the people from Yaoyuan Palace are preparing to storm the cultivation world?" Ling Xuejiu shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the elders are still there. Not sure. If he is really from the Yaoyuan Palace, then there will be no peace in the world of self-cultivation in the future." Jiu Mu opened his mouth when he heard the words, as if he had something to say. However, there was always hesitation on his face. When Ling Xuejiu saw this, he couldn't help but say: "Eighth Elder, if you have something to say, just say it." Jiu Mu sighed softly: "I shouldn't have told you at this time, but if I don't say it, you can say it later. Maybe you will blame me." After a pause, he said, "Saint, something happened to Leng Xuan, the master of Tenglong Palace."