Tian Yuan

Chapter 732 As long as the master likes it, the son will leave the customs



Without Chen Qingyuan, it would be impossible for Daoyi Academy to protect Qingzong like this.Top forces such as Buddhism, Ewha Palace, etc., were even less likely to harm their own interests and help each other in the past.

The current Misty Palace probably made such a big gamble based on Chen Qingyuan's future.

"In a world of great contention, how should I deal with myself?"

In the chaotic world, a huge wave hits the sky, and the top forces are also in danger of being wiped out.Powerful people from all walks of life, with a heavy heart, the road ahead is covered by thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

The feast of the alliance will soon end.

The great masters of all sects bid farewell one after another.

The number of chariots and warships docked in this void can be seen with the naked eye.

Half a month later, Qingzong returned to peace.

Liu Lingran moved to Misty Palace and officially started a new life with her eldest grandson Fengye.

The two sects form an alliance, and Misty Palace has sent some of the martial arts and supernatural powers of the sect, as well as various resources, with full sincerity.

"Thank you buddy."

All the elders of Qingzong greeted him, they were really a little embarrassed.

"You are welcome. Since the two sects are allies, they should help each other." The elder of Misty Palace stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "Qingzong must have many trivial matters when he returns to the Northern Wilderness. If you need it, just ask."

"it is good."

With the help of the top forces in the Northern Wilderness, Qingzong can save a lot of trouble, and can get on the right track in a short period of time and develop steadily.

The gap in Moyuan's sealing array has expanded again. According to this trend, it will completely erupt in less than 200 years.

There was turmoil everywhere, and the people suffered.

As soon as Qingzong stabilized, he sent elders and disciples to the surrounding stars to suppress the demon cultivators and save the innocent.

One can uphold the will of the ancestors.

Second, let the people of the Zongmen have the opportunity to practice and grow up as soon as possible.

Although there were casualties, they were inevitable.

No matter how beautiful the flowers in the greenhouse grow, they can't stop the wind and rain.

Only after going through hardships can one become a talent.

Chen Qingyuan often leads a group of disciples to suppress and kill demon cultivators and settle down the common people.

The magic cultivators active in Fuliu Star Field and its surroundings are not very strong, and Qingzong can handle it.

Several years have passed in the command room.

Under Qingzong's unremitting efforts, the strength of the disciples in the sect has greatly improved.

Chen Qingyuan either took his disciples out to practice, or chatted with the ghost doctor sister over tea.

The days passed day by day, seemingly ordinary, but in fact, undercurrents were surging.

On this day, Chen Qingyuan went back to Daoyi Academy.

Say hello to Master and present a set of incomparably precious tea sets.

This tea set also came from the treasure house of Buddhism, Chen Qingyuan enjoyed it for a few years before dedicating it to his master.

"You have emptied the Buddhist family's wealth, you are really capable!"

Yu Chenran likes this set of tea sets very much, together with the 10-year-old Enlightenment Tree, it is a perfect match.

"As long as Master likes it."

Chen Qingyuan said with a smile.

When I came back this time, besides saying hello to Master, I also wanted to see Yiyi.

Yiyi gets along very well with her mother and lives a warm life.

In recent days, Yiyi has started to lethargy again.

Yiyi was judged by the Dao of Heaven and Earth, her mind and appearance were fixed in her childhood, and she was unable to practice, and lived entirely on various life-extending things.

If this continues, Yiyi's lifespan may come to an end.

The only way to break the shackles of the law of judgment is to let Yiyi embark on the road of practice.Otherwise, the effect of the life-prolonging elixir will gradually decrease, and eventually it will have no effect at all.

"Daddy."

Yiyi said daddy, laughing like a bell, cheerful and free.

After playing with Yiyi for several days, Chen Qingyuan coaxed Yiyi to take the life-prolonging medicine newly developed by the ghost doctor sister.

Little effect, better than nothing.

This matter must be resolved.

How to break the shackles and let Yiyi grow up healthily?

Looking up at the sky, my heart is anxious.

For monks with profound strength, a hundred years is not worth mentioning.But, can Yiyi survive another hundred years?

This is an unknown.

"Only when you are strong can you break the situation."

Chen Qingyuan stopped imagining the worst outcome for the time being, and worked hard to practice.When the strength reaches a high level, various problems will naturally be solved.

Time flies by like a white horse, unknowingly flowing through the fingers.

The Daoyi Academy announced the formation method, and the major sects in the northern wilderness followed the steps to establish huge star field formations one after another.

In some places, everything is fine, but in some areas, there is chaos because of interests, and there is a lot of commotion.

For these, Daoyi Academy has no energy to deal with, what can be done has already been done, and whether it can survive this catastrophe depends entirely on itself.

In a certain corner of the Northern Wilderness, due to the cover of evil thoughts, the peace of the past is gone forever, and it has become a doomsday scene in a blink of an eye.

The sky was overcast, with black clouds hanging low, and it was extremely depressing.

The ground trembled from time to time, accompanied by gusts of wind, debris splashed randomly, and landslides.

The heavy rain was pouring, and the rain was mixed with a bloody smell, which was extremely pungent.

In a small town of mortals, the seeds of magic thoughts take root in everyone's heart, amplifying the evil infinitely.

"Kill you! I must kill you!"

For the sake of profit, father and son killed each other, slashed each other with knives, and blood flowed all over the place.

"I can't stand this kind of life anymore, cut him off and start a new life."

For the sake of a woman, the brothers turned against each other and fought ruthlessly, both sides suffered.

"what......"

The sound of crying and fighting echoed between heaven and earth.

A few days later, only one person survived in this village.

Covered in blood, his eyes filled with killing intent, his expression gradually became ferocious, his body began to change, sucking the blood of his relatives and acquaintances, he had already become a demon cultivator.

It was surrounded by bloody, hundreds of corpses that had begun to dry up like sticks.There are men and women, old and young.Even a few babies who were still in their infancy were brutally murdered.

Similar scenes happened in many corners of the world and intensified.

The power of the law of magic thoughts is hard for even many top monks to resist, let alone these mortals.

Every moment, tragic scenes are being staged.

Chen Qingyuan led the Qingzong people to go out to practice. Whenever they encountered such a situation, even if they saw it many times, their emotions still sank and they felt pity.

In fact, the most terrifying thing is not the demon cultivator, but those treacherous people who take the opportunity to make trouble.

Under the banner of magic cultivator, searching for resources everywhere is extremely hateful.

No matter what era, there are guys like this.

After all, one person's strength is too weak to change the direction of the general situation, and he can only do his best to protect one side is the other side.

Chen Qingyuan spent less and less time being lazy, and the gloomy expression on his face became more and more serious.

I heard that many places have been reduced to demonic soil. If ordinary monks set foot in it, they will either be assimilated or swallowed.

"The prince is out!"

Dizhou, Langya Villa.

After decades of retreat, Nangong Ge's cultivation has finally improved.

On the day of leaving the customs, the whole sect was shocked.

Up to the ancestors, down to the outer disciples, everyone cheered.


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