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Chapter 23 Who disturbed my lucid dream? (For collection, for recommendation)
Sure enough, shortly after Li Qingxuan finished speaking, a black figure appeared in the distance.

come galloping!

The speed is extremely fast, and it only takes a moment to come to the front of the big formation.

Finally still can't hide?

After seeing the ugly, half-human, half-demon face of Patriarch Xuanming outside the formation, everyone felt despair.

Just standing there, Patriarch Xuanming put infinite pressure on the people in the formation.

Li Motong clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly, showing both nervousness and fear, but also unwillingness.

She is extremely talented, rare in a thousand years, even surpassing his father Li Qingxuan.

If she was given enough time, she might not be able to take that step.

Especially after getting Ye Chen's teaching, she was more confident to take that step.

But now, I'm afraid there is no time to give her any more.

As long as a few more hours pass, the formation will be broken.

Patriarch Xuanming and those members of the Xuantian Sect will kill in.

And Li Motong had heard about the Xuantian God Sect's methods of treating heretics.

By that time, the entire sect will probably find it hard to survive.

Only Master, only Master can save Wan Jianzong!
Li Motong never doubted the strength of the master, even when he saw how terrifying the ancestor Xuanming was.

She still feels that her master is the only one who can save Wan Jianzong

So since Ye Chen retreated, Li Motong went to Siguoya almost every day.

I want to see if Master has left the test.

It's a pity that there is no one on the cliff every time I think about it.

From hopeful to disappointed again and again, Li Motong also began to despair.

Master, if you don't leave the pass, Wan Jianzong will perish, and the disciple will take a step first.

Li Motong subconsciously wanted to look in the direction of Siguoya, but still saw nothing.

As time passed bit by bit, the Wan Jianzong began to gradually become turbulent.

Although they are all warriors, they are all mortal bodies, and they also have the same seven emotions and six desires as mortals.

They are also afraid, they are afraid of death.

Especially now, when they are so close to death.

Patriarch Xuanming, and those members of the Xuantian Sect.

Just stood there so quietly, separated from them by only a large formation.

Everyone knows that as soon as the time comes, the formation will dissolve on its own.

Those people outside will rush in and carry out a massacre in Wanjianzong.

Just like they treated the sects of the pagans before.

Although the strength of Wan Jianzong is far superior to those small sects before.

But there is also the old ghost Xuanming, who is a real powerhouse in the spiritual realm.

They had also heard about the horror scene of Xuanming old ghost's few shots.

So even though they are much stronger than those sects that were destroyed by Xuantian Sect before.

In the eyes of the old ghost Xuanming, they are still no different from ants.

The kind of fear that went straight to the soul made them unable to resist when the big formation was broken.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Finally, the time has come.

The spiritual mask formed by the protective array was shattered little by little, and Wan Jianzong, who had been blocked for three years, was once again exposed to this land.

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Xuanming just waved his hand lightly.

"Enter Wan Jianzong and eradicate the heretics!"

"Enter Wan Jianzong and eradicate the heretics!"

The believers behind them chanted neat slogans and poured into Wanjianzong like locusts.

War is imminent!
In just an instant, a large number of Wan Jianzong disciples died tragically.

Li Qingxuan and the others looked livid, but they could only watch helplessly as the disciples of the Xuantian Cult slaughtered the disciples of the Wanjian Sect.

Because right now, there is a bigger trouble.

Old ghost Xuanming!

Patriarch Xuanming still looked neither sad nor happy, leisurely and leisurely.

From top to bottom, from left to right, he carefully looked at Li Qingxuan and the others.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder after being swept by his dark and terrifying eyes.

They were all on guard, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

After a while, Patriarch Xuanming slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Is it just you?"

Patriarch Xuanming was actually looking for the mysterious sword master who cut off his hand, but he couldn't find it, so he asked.

He came in person this time, and there were only two things.

The first one is revenge, he wants to personally avenge the severing of his wrist!
The other came for the seal in Wanjian Sword Tomb.

Although the fusion of the magic arm made him the ghost he is now.

But at the same time, he also gained more powerful power.

He knew the power sealed within that sword mound.

A hundred times stronger than what he has obtained now.

So he wanted to re-enter the Sword Tomb to gain more and stronger power.

But Li Qingxuan and the others didn't know that the old ghost Xuanming was looking for a sword master, so they were a little at a loss for his question.

The Lord of the Hall of Law Enforcement couldn't help but speak first:

"Only us are enough to suppress you!"

Patriarch Xuanming heard someone speak, turned his head to the Lord of the Hall of Law Enforcement, and stared straight at him.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have heard some big joke.

"Jie Jie" laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, so loud that it could spread throughout the entire sect.

Many disciples were even directly vomited blood by his laughter.

After a while, he restrained his smile a little bit, and said slowly:

"You know nothing about power!"

In an instant, all the spiritual energy around gathered towards Patriarch Xuanming.

An incomparably terrifying breath spread out.

under such strong pressure.

Even the master of the law enforcement hall, who has reached the peak of the psychic realm, feels unable to resist.

He snorted, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The spiritual power of Patriarch Xuanming continued to condense, and his aura became more and more terrifying.

Just when he was about to make a move.

A lazy and sullen voice came from the direction of the back mountain:

"Who disturbed my lucid dream?"

Everyone looked back together.

I saw a young figure in white walking out of there, yawning, walking slowly towards them.

(End of this chapter)