Back to the ’80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend - Chapter 1295

[1295. Chapter 1295 Elegant and elegant in white clothes]

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn   His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes were empty, without the slightest emotion, just like a puppet.   His body trembled, supporting the body that was about to collapse so that he would not fall.   Seemingly sensing something, the man raised his head suddenly and stared at the door of the side hall.   The corners of the bloody sexy lips evoked a smile, evil and strange.   ”Senior brother, you are finally here.” The man whispered softly.   There is hope in the desperate voice, and there is some happiness.   This person is the previous head of Qingyun Sect, Wu Rong.   His face is clear and handsome, his expression is like walking on thin ice, and his eyes are as calm as water.   Rongwu raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, pulled his white clothes, covered the blood hole in his chest, and propped his weak body down to the ground.   With trembling legs, he walked towards the back of the side hall, his steps slow and heavy.   There is a task given to him by his senior brother.   …   After the formation was activated, Gu Jin, Ling Qiong, Wu Zihua and others stepped into Yunshan, and what they saw was another scene.   They stood halfway down the mountain, and although the Yunshan Mountain they saw was not small, its area was smaller than a mountain peak of Qingyun Sect a thousand years ago.   Everyone floated in the void, and the goal was the endless seventy-two peaks and thirty-six caves.   There is a strong spiritual energy lingering in the air, which is undoubtedly the most suitable place for monks to practice.   Only all the auras around, all gathered towards a mountain peak of Qingyunzong, as if they were deliberately guided away.   Wu Zihua pointed to the hanging bridge to Qingyun Sect, and said in a low voice, “Master, my cultivation is not enough, so I can only walk from the hanging bridge to Qingyun Sect.”

This means that he can only send Venerable Xuanling here.

Ling Qiong stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Gu Jin’s waist, staring at the center of the seventy-two peaks, where is the main hall.

It is the gathering place of all the spiritual energy of Qingyun Sect.

Qingyun Sect had seventy-two mountain peaks and thirty-six cave dwellings. The masters of each peak and cave were at least Yuan Ying cultivators.

How majestic the Qingyun Sect was back then, but now this place is empty, and there are no more seventy-two peaks and thirty-six cave masters.

Spirit Vault Divine Consciousness can’t detect any living breath at all.

His eyes sank slightly, and the expression in his eyes was bone-chillingly cold.

Ling Qiong glanced at Wu Zihua, his eyes were like a torch, and the corner of his mouth was barely visible: “The deity will go ahead and wait for you in the main hall.” After the

words were finished, he hugged Gu Jin and quickly went to the main hall of the seventy-two peaks. disappeared in the public eye.

Wu Zihua, Wu Gan’s father and son, and the disciples of Qingyun Sect behind him were simply amazing to see this.

“Father, let’s go.”

Wu Gan stepped forward and reminded.

“Let’s go!”

Wu Zihua said, and everyone immediately stepped onto the hanging bridge to Qingyun Sect.

Their cultivation base is not enough, and if they want to enter the sect, they can only walk.

The suspension bridge is full of crises, but it will not kill anyone. Every time you go to the suspension bridge and reach the sect, there will always be a lot of gains.

This path can test the ability and state of mind of the monks.

If you have a pure heart, every time you pass the suspension bridge smoothly, there will be unexpected gains.

Cultivation is improved, or epiphany.

…

Ling Qiong and Gu Jinfei came to the Qingyun Sect Master Hall.

The two fell to the ground and stood in front of the splendid main hall. A white light flashed and quickly attacked them.

“Girl!”

Ling Qiong sensed the danger and pushed Gu Jin away immediately.

Gu Jin also sensed the danger, and his spiritual power suddenly rose, and he flew towards the spiritual dome.

The two of them retreated a few meters away.

The white light that hit them fell on the door of the main hall.

The door of the main hall, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, slowly opened the door due to the impact of this white light.

“Senior brother, you made me suffer so much, and you made me wait for you for a thousand years.” A

low and resentful voice came from a distance, and its voice was mixed with sighs and helplessness.

Ling Qiong looked back and followed the source of the sound.

Gu Jin is the same.

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

From the side hall behind the peak of the main hall, a white figure flashed.

The facial features and appearance are unclear, the long black hair is pulled up by the white hosta, and the man wearing white flashing red patterns, from far to near.

As the other party approached, Ling Qiong and Gu Jin clearly saw the man’s appearance.

He floated in the sky, his expression was cold, and he was dressed in white as elegant and graceful as a fairy.

Ling Qiong raised his eyes and looked up at the person who was nearly a hundred meters away from him.

The face is familiar, his face is soft, the corners of his lips are slightly hooked: “Junior brother.” The

voice is indescribably close.

Wu Rong floated in the void, closed his eyes and sighed: “Senior brother.” After

speaking, he flew down and stood in front of Ling Qiong and Gu Jin.

Wu Rongqing, the seventeenth-generation head of Yunzong, was also ranked among the top ten masters in the spiritual world a thousand years ago.

He established a foundation at the age of 18, formed an elixir at the age of 30, and entered the Nascent Soul at the age of 60. In just three hundred years, he became a spiritual master.

Its cultivation speed is second only to the existence of Venerable Xuanling among the cultivators of the right way.

Ling Qiong stared at the junior brother standing opposite, who had not seen for thousands of years. Suddenly, the joy on his face disappeared, his eyes sank slightly, and his expression was like walking on thin ice.

“Junior Brother, why did your cultivation level regress like this?”

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years later, Wu Rong’s cultivation level has now retreated to Nascent Soul.

With just one glance, Ling Qiong could see the weakness of his body and the faint death aura lingering above his head.

Wu Rong’s cold and handsome face has no emotional fluctuations. His eyes are indifferent and his voice is gentle: “Senior brother, why don’t you enter the main hall and have a look. Your memories that have been sealed for thousands of years are in the hall.”

Ling Qiong heard the words, the pupils in his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head. Looking into the main hall with the door wide open.

There was a flash of golden light there, floating in the center of the hall, as if sensing his presence, struggling to rush towards him.

The younger brother’s cultivation base has regressed, the seventy-two peaks of the sect, the thirty-six caves are empty, and the memories that are sealed for unknown reasons.

What did he do thousands of years ago?

Lingqiang desperately wanted to know all this.

He let go of Gu Jin’s hand, took heavy steps, and slowly stepped into the main hall.

Wu Rong watched him enter the main hall and walked slowly to Gu Jin.

From the beginning, he noticed the presence of this woman.

Getting closer, I finally saw Gu Jin’s exquisite beauty.

“Fairy Luo Yu, long time no see.”

Wu Rong’s voice was familiar, as if facing an old acquaintance.

Gu Jin’s eyes were amazed, and she turned her head slightly: “I’m not Luo Yu.”

Her voice was slow, with no emotional ups and downs.

Wu Rong looked at her seriously, and seemed to see something, and laughed softly: “Fairy Luo Yu is still so interesting.”

Gu Jin frowned slightly, not liking Wu Rong’s attitude very much.

She is Gu Jin, not Luo Yu.

Even though the thousand-year-old soul is Luo Yu, she is only Gu Jin now.

Wu Rong took a deep look at Gu Jin and said in a low voice, “If Luo Yu was five thousand years old, there would be no Gu Jin now. Everything you have now is your brother stepping on the sea of blood. Whatever you fought for in a desperate situation, whether it’s Luo Yu or Gu Jin, you’re the one who your senior brother will protect even at the cost of distraction.”

(End of this chapter)