Chapter 519

And the disciples on the flying boat naturally heard the sound that shook the universe.

One by one, they looked down and found a man who looked like their Holy Lord, waving his hands and roaring to the sky.

"That... should be our Holy Lord, right? Why is he there? Let someone..."

"It doesn't matter!"

Just when the disciple was about to notify the elder and let the flying boat land, the elder walked over and said lightly: "That's not the Holy Lord, don't worry about it."

"Ah? But I think he looks like the Holy Lord! Who else can it be if not the Holy Lord?"

Hearing this, the elder waved his hand and said calmly: "It should be a ferocious beast wearing clothes, it's irrelevant..."

"Yes..."

With the words of their own elders, the disciples would not meddle in other matters even if they were confused.

As the flying boats cut through the void and disappeared on the spot, the face of the Holy Lord Yaoguang gradually collapsed.

"Okay, okay, you actually treat me like this! Wait! I want to turn evil! I want..."

"What do you want?"

Just when the Lord of Yaoguang was gritting his teeth, a Yaoguang ancestor appeared in front of him, looking at him with a snicker.

The corners of the Lord of Yaoguang's mouth twitched slightly: "Nothing, ancestor, you are waiting for me on purpose, great, let's go back together."

Hearing this, the ancestor shook his head and then said: "The first ancestor has ordered that you deserve a beating, so I let you go back by yourself, and in order to prevent you from saying bad things behind my back, let me see."

"Ah?!"

The Lord of Yaoguang was almost crying, he didn't know where he had offended the first ancestor to be treated like this.

"Now it seems that you really didn't say bad things behind my back, but you said you wanted to turn evil... Well, then you should do your best to turn evil, I'm leaving first."

"Ancestor! Don't! I was wrong! I..."

Swish!

Before the Lord of Yaoguang finished speaking, the ancestor turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of him.

Helplessly, the Holy Lord Yaoguang could only gallop away. He was only at the Saint Realm and could not open the void channel at will. In addition, as a Saint Lord, he naturally did not bring any flying boats with him on weekdays.

He could only look for a star field with a teleportation array first.

However...

Looking at this broken world, the Holy Lord Yaoguang almost cried.

...

In the Holy Land of Yaoguang.

At this moment, many flying boats slowly landed.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Holy Land of Yaoguang and the Holy Land of Tianxuan all walked down from them.

The news of the destruction of the Holy Land of Tianquan was received by the disciples and ancestors who stayed at home.

They hurriedly greeted them in front of the sect.

Seeing those who went out to fight with smiles on their faces, the people who stayed behind instantly felt jealous, and they also wanted to go out to fight!

But in the Holy Land, some people had to stay behind!

However, after seeing the familiar figure walking down from the flying boat, the jealousy in everyone's heart disappeared.

"Uncle Junior Master!!!"

Yan Ling'er, who was like a lark, saw Zixiao and her beautiful eyes were full of no one else. She rushed up and threw herself into Zixiao's arms.

"You are finally back. Ling'er missed you so much."

"Okay, okay..."

Zixiao gently stroked Yan Ling'er's back. He loved this little nephew who liked to knock others unconscious.

She satisfied all of Zixiao's fantasies about his junior sister.

After all, isn't such a clingy and quirky girl the template of a junior sister?

Zixiao didn't realize that Yan Ling'er in his arms was constantly rubbing his chest, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a crazy smile.

"Okay, stop pestering your uncle Junior Master."

Just when Yan Ling'er's little hand was about to quietly reach in, the misty sleeves on the side waved lightly and directly pulled Yan Ling'er down.

Yan Ling'er, who was dragged down, was like a kitten with shattered fur, baring her teeth and claws: "Which bastard dares to disturb me! It's just... Supreme Elder, hehe... I didn't say anything!"

Piaomiao frowned slightly.

She also knew Yan Ling'er, who used to be a good kid.

Now this character...it seems that she has been deeply influenced by the Holy Lord Yaoguang. Sure enough, when he comes back, she will still be beaten up.

At this time, the Holy Lord Yaoguang was still on his way.

On the other side, Mo Yuxiang, when Yan Ling'er threw herself into Zixiao's arms, a trace of red light flashed across her beautiful eyes, and her whole temperament changed.

But because everyone focused their attention on Zixiao, no one saw it.

"Okay, okay, let's arrange the guests first! Look at you one by one, and your little uncle is injured and needs to rest! Go back first!"

Seeing that the disciples surrounded the door tightly, the elders hurried out to organize order.

But their tone was not harsh. After all, it was normal for these disciples to be so excited given Zixiao's prestige in the sect.

Hearing that their junior master was injured, the Yaoguang disciples were concerned and even took out the holy medicine that could heal the wounds in their Qiankun rings and wanted to give it to their junior master.

For a while, the fragrance of Chinese medicine filled the holy land.

Seeing this scene, Tianji Saint Lord sighed: "Zixiao is probably comparable to the first ancestor in Yaoguang Holy Land, right?"

"It feels so good to have so many people care about me!"

Zixiao looked at those sincere faces and felt warm in his heart.

This is his home.

That kind of destructive future will never be allowed to appear!

In order to protect everything, Zixiao is so desperate to strengthen his strength, otherwise he would have found a place to mess up long ago.

Under the organization of the elders, everyone quickly made way.

The disciples are naturally responsible for entertaining the disciples, and the elders also very politely invited the peak masters of Tianxuan Holy Land to the Banquet Hall.

As for the ancestors, they naturally went to the Holy Lord Hall.

Along the way, Zixiao felt a little scalp tingling.

Including just now on the flying boat, Piaomiao and Mo Yuxiang were on his left and right, and neither of them spoke, just silently following Zixiao all the way.

The more silent it is, the more awkward it is.

Even the clever and weird Yan Linger found that there was something wrong with the aura here, and quickly found a reason and ran towards the many disciples.

In her opinion, there are many opportunities to take down her own junior uncle, but for now, her life is more important.

Shura Field!

These three words appeared in Zixiao's mind.

A real Shura field, and a Shura field between masters. If Shan Yuyan also came, wouldn't the three of them fight?

They were almost forming a mahjong table.

Just as they were about to reach the temple, Piaomiao slowly said: "How long are you going to follow? Shouldn't you stand with your ancestors of Tianxuan?"

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