Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Lu Qingye exhaled. It took more than ten years inside and half an hour outside. Sure enough, the flow of time was different!
Thinking of the authenticity of that illusion, Lu Qingye had to sigh at the power of some ancient monks.

He looked towards the black coffin in front of him.

Lu Qingye felt that the luster of the coffin seemed to have faded a lot at this moment.

He reached out and touched it gently, and the coffin in front of him suddenly began to become transparent.

When the coffin was translucent, Lu Qingye could clearly see the monk inside.

It's that unruly male cultivator!And he is a middle-aged and elderly male cultivator.

If it weren't for his appearance, which hadn't changed much, and the features on his body, maybe Lu Qingye wouldn't have recognized him.

The coffin completely disappeared, and the male cultivator began to become transparent the moment he came into contact with the surrounding lake water.

There was no trace of life left in his body, and he had obviously died for a long time.

When he completely dissipated, Lu Qingye seemed to hear a sigh.

"If... I could have worked harder, would I have become stronger?"

There were too many emotions hidden in that sigh, and Lu Qingye pursed his lips without saying a word.

Perhaps the young man left a very deep impression on her. She still remembers the way he showed no fear that day.

But the way he sighed at the last moment was completely different from that of the boy back then.

The male cultivator completely dissipated, and the thick branch disappeared with him.

This place may be a kind of prison for the monks, and the same is true for the ancient tree.

There is too much sinking energy gathered at the bottom of the lake. It is no wonder that such a vibrant ancient tree will eventually go astray.

Lu Qingye carefully packed the Nine Nether Jade Lotus in a jade box and placed it in Hongmeng Space.

She and Li Guang looked at the remaining two flowers again.

"Master, do you still want to take those two flowers?" Falling into an illusion is also extremely draining.

Moreover, if the monk's mind is not strong, he may fall into an illusion and be unable to extricate himself, and eventually die of exhaustion of spiritual consciousness.

Lu Qingye actually had some grudges about the illusion just now.

She did not immediately rush to get the other two, but took a few pills to adjust her cultivation and mentality to the best state.

Then he continued towards the other two Nine Nether Jade Lotuses.

"Boom!"

On the vast arena of the Immortal League, Cheng Yuyuan's figure flew out and hit the ground hard.

The burly male cultivator from Qinglan Realm burst into laughter.

"Is this the genius disciple of your Qingxuan Continent?! So vulnerable?! With such a body, you Qingxuan Continent can't afford him?! Waste! That is to say, monks like you who are in the corner will Treat these wastes as treasures!”

Humiliating words kept coming from the male cultivator's mouth, and the cultivators from Qinglan Mainland who were watching the battle below burst into laughter.

Sarcastic words abounded.

This made the monks from Qingxuan Continent look very ugly.

Feng Yang looked worriedly at Cheng Yuyuan, who was covered in blood on the ring, clenching his hands tightly into fists.

He wanted his junior brother to come down, but he knew that Cheng Yuyuan couldn't swallow that breath, and he didn't want to embarrass their Qingxuan Continent!
He wants to fight for Qingxuan, the sect, and Lingyang Peak!

Over the years, Jiuruo has been seriously injured and Lingyang Peak's vitality has been greatly damaged. These disciples have been working hard, not wanting to be looked down upon by others, not wanting to drag down the sect...

The sun was dazzling, and the male cultivator stepped on Cheng Yuyuan's back and crushed him hard.

"Genius? You are worthy of it!" (End of Chapter)