Under the vast starry sky, the long and pitiful call of the Nine Nether Kun Whale echoed, and the sound contained endless sadness. The Netherworld Qi surged fiercely, as if in response to its cry, and the entire sea area was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere. middle.
Looking at this scene, Li Mu frowned, unable to understand why.
Under the gift of magical power - identifying all spirits, I only obtained the attributes of the Nine Nether Kunjing and poor adverbials, but could not find out its roots.
Xueer felt compassion. She thought of her ethnic group that had been exterminated and her mother who sacrificed to protect her. Her eyes showed deep sympathy and sadness, as if she could feel it. To the inner pain of Jiuyou Kunjing.
“Brother Li, I want to help it!”
Xue'er looked at Li Mu, her eyes flashing with pleading, and signaled.
"Well, if you can communicate with it smoothly, you can try it and understand what it needs and why it is so!" Li Mu nodded and gestured.
Xueer nodded happily, she closed her eyes and cast the spell again.
Soon, with Xiaobai's cooperation, the Kun Whale clone let out a long cry, using Xue'er's emotional power, trying to have a deeper communication with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.
The Nine Nether Kun Whale perked up and responded with long calls. Those long calls contained endless sadness, helplessness and hope, as if they were telling the story of the experiences of its tribe and the mystery of the changes in this star field.
Xueer listened attentively, trying hard to understand the message conveyed by the Nine Nether Kunjing.
The two Nine Nether Kun Whales started shouting and communicating in the air. After a while, Xueer finished casting the spell. She opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression became heavy.
"Brother Li, that Kun Whale said that something happened to the inheritance place of their group, and a large number of members died. It escaped from the inheritance place and hopes to follow us!"
Xueer looked at it Li Mu told the story of the Nine Nether Kun Whale.
“A large number of eighth-order Nine Nether Kun Whales died! What’s going on? Ask it clearly!”
Hearing the news, Li Mu was immediately startled, and his expression became solemn. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he hurriedly asked.
Xueer nodded, closed her eyes again, and concentrated on communicating with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.
In the long cry, the mood of the Nine Nether Kunjing became even more excited. It described in detail the mutation that occurred in the inheritance place. An unknown, destructive force suddenly emerged, causing the death of a large number of members of the group, and It was one of the few survivors and escaped in the chaos.
After a while, Xueer finished casting the spell and responded solemnly: "Brother Li, it said that a powerful unknown force suddenly appeared in the inheritance place. That force was so terrifying that it almost happened overnight. The place of inheritance of their ethnic group was destroyed in a short period of time, and a large number of ethnic groups died in that disaster. It was one of the few members who escaped. Now the survivors of their ethnic group are few and fragmented. It hopes to follow us and find others together. Survivors, rebuild the tribe. "
"What kind of power is that? Is it the root cause of the spiritual energy failure in this region?"
Li Mu's mind was greatly shaken, and he related it to the exhaustion of spiritual energy. The emergence of this unknown and destructive force may not only be a disaster for the Jiuyou Kunwhale group, but also a huge threat to the entire star field.
Li Mu couldn’t imagine how majestic it was to have the power to kill a large number of eighth-order kun whales at once? However, when he thought of the reasons why the spiritual energy in this area began to decline, he couldn't help but attribute it to one thing.
"If we can go to the inheritance place of the Nine Nether Kunjing and explore it, we might be able to solve the mystery of the source of the spiritual energy failure in this region." An idea struck, and Li Mu couldn't help but murmur to himself. .
"Brother Li, such a dangerous place? Are we going to go?" Xueer couldn't help but be dumbfounded when she heard this. Her worry was palpable. She really didn't want Li Mu to take the risk to explore such a dangerous place. .
Li Mu smiled and shook his head. The thought of exploring the root cause flashed in his eyes, but then he put it aside rationally.
Li Mu laughed and mocked himself: "Don't worry, Xue'er. I know myself. That is a power that the entire eighth-order Nine Nether Kun Whales group cannot resist. How can I, a mere Void Refining monk, be qualified to go to such a dangerous place?" , if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. Let the Fusion monks and Daojun monks explore this kind of thing!"
"Our current strength is not enough to get involved in that kind of dangerous field! "Li Mu looked at Xue'er and said seriously: "Our mission now is to leave this star field as soon as possible, pass on this news, let more capable monks and forces know about this, and jointly deal with this upcoming incident. Crisis."
Hearing this, Xueer couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but feel reassured that Li Mu could think so rationally. She nodded happily and agreed.
“Be careful when you ask it about the exact whereabouts of the Kun Whale group’s inheritance.” Li Mu glanced at the Nine Nether Kun Whale and told Xueer to remind: “Nine Nether Kun The whale’s innate magical power makes it possible for them to integrate the location of their inheritance into their bloodline when they are born. When communicating with it, try to be indirect and avoid asking directly, so as not to arouse its vigilance.”
Suddenly, Another thought flashed through Li Mu's mind, and he continued: "Also, the Nine Nether Kun Whales are the overlords of this star field. They have traveled in this star field for countless years, and they may know the location of the Dark Spirit Star. If possible, try to ask it about the location of the Dark Spirit Star.”
"Well, Brother Li, I know how to do it!" Xue'er was smart and understood everything, so she nodded happily.
Soon, Xueer closed her eyes, and her whole body was filled with demonic power. She cast a spell again, and asked Xiaobai to cooperate, controlling the Kunwhale clone to continue communicating with the Nine Nether Kunwhale in the distance.
The two Nine Nether Kun Whales chirped in unison, and the huge power of the Netherworld rippled, as if an invisible storm had been set off in the depths of the Star Territory.
Xueer concentrates on casting spells, exuding the unique bloodline magical power of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox, exerting the power of temptation with all her strength, her soul is closely connected with Xiaobai and the Nine Nether Kun Whale in the distance, every subtle emotion fluctuation, Every tremor of the netherworld's power could not escape her perception.
Xue'er carefully tried to test, trying to extract information about the location of the inheritance land and the Dark Spirit Star from Jiuyou Kunjing's response and her emotions.
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Just when Li Mu, Xueer and the others were wandering in the Shadow Dark Territory and struggling to return, something big happened in Qiling Star, Zhongzhou Spiritual Territory, and Xuantian Sword Sect.
Xuantian Sword Sect, Wenjian Square, suddenly, the bell hanging above the sword tower suddenly rippled violently, and a rapid and heavy bell suddenly rang, piercing the tranquility of the sect.
This early warning bell will be rung when the Xuantian Sword Sect encounters a major crisis or a high-level change. Its sound is like thunder, shaking the entire Xuantian Sword Sect, and conveying the message to every sect. On the heartstrings of the disciples.
Within the sect, both the elders who were practicing in seclusion and the disciples who were studying swordsmanship were all alarmed at this moment. They walked out of the training room and sword hall one after another, with expressions of surprise on their faces, and looked towards In the direction where the alarm bell rang, an ominous premonition spread in everyone's hearts.
clang!
Cang!
......
The clear and melodious ringing of the alarm bell, every time it rings, is like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the sect members. It is not a simple bell, but a kind of A warning, an omen.
The bell rings three times, which means that the core area of the sect has been invaded, and the disciples need to prepare to fight and defend this holy land of cultivation that they rely on for survival.
When the alarm bell rings five times, the meaning becomes even more serious. It means that the sect's important resources and secret treasures are being plundered, or that important sect buildings have been destroyed.
Six rings, seven rings..., each additional ringing of the bell means that the seriousness of the situation has risen to another level. At eight o'clock, one of the supreme elders and palace masters of our sect has died.
Nine rings, the elder of the combined sword in our sect has died.
Ten rings, the important inheritance of the sect has been lost.
At the eleventh bell, the whole sect was ready to fight to the death.
Twelve rings, the core figure of the first level sword master died.
......
The disciples began to panic, and some of the young people among them even began to tremble, because they had never experienced such a crisis.
The older disciples began to recall those dark moments in the sect's history. They knew that this crisis might be more serious than any previous one.
When the alarm bell rang to nine, the entire sect was in chaos. The elders began to summon all the disciples. Their voices were hoarse and their eyes were full of anxiety. They know that this crisis may be related to the survival of the sect.
At this moment, the alarm bell has sounded nine times, and it has not stopped and continues to climb toward more terrifying numbers.
Ten bells means that the sect’s high-level monks at the sword master level have encountered unexpected events. Their fall is undoubtedly a huge blow to the sect. However, the buzzing bells ring one after another, and they are still It kept ringing, breaking the Xuantian Sword Sect’s record for thousands of years.
Eleven bells, twelve bells,...each bell sounded like a reminder, making the hearts of the sect members rise to their throats.
Finally, when the alarm bell rang to the thirteenth time, the entire sect seemed to be shrouded in deathly silence. Everyone held their breath and waited for the worst news.
This thirteenth ring may represent what they are least willing to face - the foundation of the sect may be undergoing unprecedented shaking.
The disciples and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes. Their faces were pale and their breathing became heavy.
"What...what's going on?" A young disciple asked with a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and confusion.
"Oh my god! Thirteen rings! Who has fallen?"
"Did the sect leader fall? How is this possible?"
"No way! The sect master has cultivated to the heavens and has been a Taoist king for thousands of years. Who can kill him?"
"It can't be the sect master's death. Could it be that something is wrong with Zhong Ling!"
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...
Discussions arose, and panic and uneasiness spread among the disciples, like an invisible storm sweeping through the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.
The elders at the scene all frowned, trying to find answers in each other's eyes, but everyone's eyes were filled with panic and confusion. Obviously, these sudden thirteen alarm bells broke all their expectations and assumptions.
"Everyone, be quiet for a moment!" Sword Master Chen's voice suddenly sounded, like thunder piercing the sky, suppressing everyone's discussion, and asked sternly: "Where is Elder Yan?"
As soon as Sword Master Chen finished speaking, a sect elder flew out of the Patriarch's Hall in panic. With a look of sadness on his face, he announced sadly in front of everyone: "The soul lamp of Dao Lord Qinghong has gone out. He, he, this old man has died!"< br>
“What!”
“How is this possible!”
...
This news was like a thunder, exploding in the entire Xuantian Sword Sect instantly.
Qinghong Daojun was one of the only two Taoists with the highest cultivation level in Xuantian Sword Sect. His fall was undoubtedly a terrible blow to Xuantian Sword Sect. The elders changed their colors one after another, and some People even took a few steps back, frightened by the news, and all of them looked pale, as if they had thought of something bad and terrible.
In the square, thousands of young sect disciples were even more shocked. They had all heard of Qinghong Daojun's reputation and even regarded him as a god-like existence. Now, they suddenly heard the news of his death. The news left everyone feeling overwhelmed.
This news was like a bolt from the blue, making the entire Xuantian Sword Sect unable to bear its weight for a while.
"Master Qinghong, how is it possible..."
Sword Master Chen murmured to himself, his eyes full of disbelief. His hands were clenched into fists and his body was trembling slightly. He was obviously trying to suppress the grief and pain in his heart. shock.
The Zongmen Square of Nuoda, with tens of thousands of people holding swords in the air, fell into a deathly silence, leaving only the echo of the alarm bell lingering in the air for a long time.
The tens of thousands of disciples and elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect were collectively immersed in great sorrow. They could not imagine that the strong man who once protected the entire sect had now fallen. For a moment, they could not Accept this fact.
The atmosphere in the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was extremely solemn and depressing. Everyone at the scene understood that the fall of Daojun Qinghong was not only his personal tragedy, but also a major blow to the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.
Xuantian Sword Sect, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, is in danger!
Qinghong Daojun, as one of the two great Dinghai Divine Needles of the sect, his existence is the fundamental guarantee for the Xuantian Sword Sect to occupy the most fertile spiritual land in the entire Zhongzhou Spiritual Domain, and is also the spiritual pillar in the hearts of countless disciples of the sect. His fall caused an unprecedented crisis to arise out of thin air for this No. 1 Sword Sect that had lasted for tens of thousands of years.
"Recall all the true disciples who have been training outside, and Feijian sent a message to recall Sword Master Xiao, Sword Master Ye, and other sword elders who are outside, and prepare to activate the sect-protecting formation at any time to welcome the possible battle." Sword Master Chen Flying to the center of the square, the sound was like a roar, shocking everyone present.
"The fall of Qinghong Daojun is a pain we cannot accept, but the grief cannot let us sink. The tens of thousands of years of Xuantian Sword Sect's inheritance cannot be cut off in our generation!" Sword Master Chen said with a sad expression on his face. Color, shouted firmly.
"Yes!" All the disciples responded in unison, with loud voices and sharp sword intent. They turned grief into strength and were determined to protect the sect at the cost of their lives. (End of chapter)