Chapter 89 Return

"Fifty years later?" Shi Weihan chuckled: "Brother, don't worry too much. Fifty years later, it's still unknown who will rule the Tianxiao Realm. Although the Yuling Sect is rampant, it is still unknown whether it can still be rampant fifty years later. Why should we increase the prestige of others and destroy our own ambitions? Fifty years later, my Qianyu Sword Sect must have a place in the Tianxiao Realm."

A vast aura emanated from Shi Weihan, and the blue shield suddenly became unstable and ripples appeared.

The strength of the head of the sect was unfathomable, and Lin Mu was also shocked. Fortunately, Shi Weihan took Lin Mu and the other two into consideration. Although the aura was vast, it did not have much oppression.

After speaking, Shi Weihan waved his hand lightly, the restriction dissipated, and the aura on his body was instantly restrained, and he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Although the three of you came out early, we can't leave first. According to the original agreement, the four elders and I still have to break the ban with the Jindan stage cultivators from other sects." Shi Weihan turned and said to Lin Mu and the other two.

Wei Sheng looked weak. Although the elixir of the Ice Fairy was very effective, the damage he suffered was too severe. It would take some time for him to recover.

He nodded in agreement with the headmaster's words, but he didn't want to say a word. Lin Mu also nodded beside him.

Luo Yun said softly: "Everything depends on the headmaster's orders. It's only two days. We are not in a hurry."

Shi Weihan nodded approvingly.

The people of Qianyu Sword Sect walked back to the outskirts of Fire Dragon Valley with calm faces. Lin Mu, like the elders, sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated silently.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, two days passed quickly.

In the past two days, Lin Mu had been sitting beside Elder Luo Yan, practicing silently, and never got up and left.

Wei Sheng, on the other hand, had never been at peace. His injuries were too severe. After washing and changing into clean clothes, he looked much fresher, but his face was still pale. The elixir given by the Ice Fairy was very effective for external injuries.

In two days, Wei Sheng's injuries began to heal slowly.

At the beginning of the healing of the wound, it was extremely itchy, like scratching his heart. Even though Wei Sheng was strong-willed, he was still restless.

Wei Sheng twisted his body from time to time, but he couldn't scratch it with his hands. It was really painful.

Two days later.

Wushuang Zhenren woke up from his meditation.

Hundreds of Jindan-stage cultivators stood up after seeing Wushuang Zhenren get up. Before, these people were not really meditating as they seemed. Their minds were always on Wushuang Zhenren.

Seeing Wushuang Zhenren wake up from his meditation, they also woke up from their meditation at the same time, with tacit understanding.

Wushuang Zhenren raised his head, squinted at the dazzling sunlight, and whispered: "The time has come, break the ban!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Wushuang Sword flew out of Wushuang Zhenren's body, and the sword body instantly became several times larger in the air, with rosy clouds flashing.

Wushuang Zhenren pointed casually, and the Wushuang Sword flew straight to the white fog at the valley entrance.

The Wushuang Sword was extremely sharp, but it was helpless when it encountered the soft white fog. The sword pierced three feet into the fog and could not move forward again.

The dozens of Jindan stage masters behind him had already prepared, and they all entered the magic formula into the fog, suddenly urged the spiritual power, and joined forces to break the ban.

With the help of dozens of Jindan giants, the pressure on the Wushuang Sword was greatly reduced, and it advanced into the fog again. After a while, the sword body disappeared.

Lin Mu stood beside Elder Luo Yan, staring at the rolling white fog at the valley entrance.

Half an incense stick later, a disciple emerged from the fog.

The disciples who came out were sweating all over, as if they had gone through a difficult fight.

Lin Mu was no longer surprised by this, and he had a deep understanding of the strong pressure in the fog.

Disciples from various sects climbed out of the fog one after another. The number of disciples coming out of each sect was different. The elders in the sects with more disciples came out with more smiles on their faces, and the elders in the sects with fewer disciples came out with a serious expression, as if their faces were frozen.

Some people, although they were lucky enough to come out, suffered serious injuries.

Some people lost an arm, some lost a leg, and some were blinded by others. All kinds of tragedies happened.

But these people finally came out alive anyway. As long as the elders in the sect take care of them, these injuries are not completely untreatable for cultivators. People with broken hands and feet can also recover, but the price to be paid is not cheap, and it is unknown how many people will be treated by the elders.

After all, only a few disciples came out, and more people slept in the valley and could never see the light of day again.

This was not the first time that the heads of various sects had experienced such a thing, so their expressions were very calm.

Lin Mu had many feelings in his heart, but he could only keep these feelings in his heart and could not tell others.

This herb-collecting trip was decided after all the heads discussed it. He was a small Qi-refining disciple, and he had no power to resist, so he could only go with the flow.

Lin Mu was glad that he was still alive. As long as he was alive, there was hope.

As the number of disciples coming out gradually decreased, the mood of the elders and heads of various sects became heavier.

In some sects, only one disciple came back alive, and this only living disciple had his arm chopped off.

There were also many sects whose disciples all died in the valley, and no one survived.

The elders of these sects all showed a look of sadness on their faces.

But Lin Mu couldn't guess whether this sadness was for the dead disciples or for the inheritance of the sect, perhaps both, or perhaps only the latter.

Only the heads of a few major sects were more happy, because there were many disciples traveling together, and they were strong, so more disciples came back.

But these major sects did not include Yuling Sect.

As fewer and fewer disciples came out, the face of Ren Liang, the head of Yuling Sect, became more gloomy.

Because from beginning to end, no disciple of Yuling Sect walked out, including his grandson Ren Hong.

Until the last disciple of Wanjian Sect, who had no legs, climbed out of the white fog with difficulty, the white fog returned to calm, and no one came out again.

Lin Mu counted carefully, and this time in the Fire Dragon Valley, including three people from his own sect, a total of 42 people survived. The remaining 200 disciples were all buried in the valley.

This number made Lin Mu feel a chill in his heart.

There were many people who felt the same as Lin Mu, and Ren Liang, the head of the Yuling Sect, was one of them.

The chill in his heart was even stronger than Lin Mu's.

Looking at the ground stained with blood, Ren Liang felt a glare.

Ren Hong did not come back.

Until the end, Ren Hong did not come back.

This was a fact that Ren Liang could not accept no matter what.

Even if all the disciples of the Yuling Sect died in there, he did not care, as long as his grandson could come back.

But the fact was not so. Not only did the other disciples of the Yuling Sect not come back, but even Ren Hong did not come back.

Ren Liang looked at the bright red bloodstains and felt dizzy.

He began to regret and blame himself. It was he who tried his best to let Ren Hong go to the Fire Dragon Valley to collect herbs. He wanted Ren Hong to experience some experience so that he could be independent in the future. But he did not expect the result to be like this.

Ren Liang didn't know how to explain to his son, and he didn't know how to explain to himself.

All this happened under his own planning.

He was the culprit.

No, he couldn't blame himself. Ren Liang thought about it and blamed the person who killed Ren Hong.

Who killed Ren Hong? Ren Liang roared in his heart, I will make him live a life worse than death.

All the disciples have come out, and after waiting for a while, no more disciples came out.

The elders of various sects began to leave with their disciples, only Ren Liang stood there for a long time without saying a word. The seven Jindan-stage elders behind him were also silent and didn't say a word.

This time, the loss of Yuling Sect was too heavy.

Not only did all the disciples die, but even the inheritance of the sect became a big trouble.

Ren Liang was not in the mood to think about the inheritance of the sect at this moment. He just wanted to find out who killed Ren Hong.

Maybe the disciples of other sects know something. Ren Liang thought.

This thought took root in his heart and could not be shaken off. Ren Liang ignored the seven elders and drove the light of escape to chase after the people from other sects.

Only the seven elders were left standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing Ren Liang driving the light of escape and going away alone, Shi Weihan looked calm, released the Thousand Feathers Blessing Ship, and called Lin Mu and the other two to get on. Shi Weihan and the four elders followed closely and stepped into the ship.

Then, Shi Weihan injected a spell into the Thousand Feathers Blessing Ship, and then activated his spiritual power. The Thousand Feathers Blessing Ship flashed and instantly became several times larger. A light blue shield rose from the hull.

Under Shi Weihan's full urging, the Thousand Feathers Blessing Ship flew towards the Thousand Feathers Sword Sect like a startling rainbow.