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"Huh?"

The horror of everyone in the watchtower was inexplicable.

"Are you sure?"

The Prime Minister was also shocked, however, his eyes were full of questions, could this really be said by Zuo Daozhen? Impossible?

"Prime Minister Qiming, this matter is absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes when I was ordered to patrol. Now, the people of the Guanyun Sect are celebrating in a big way. ”

I saw the sergeant in mid-air, bowing down and clenching his fists.

"Newspaper—"

"Newspaper—"

Suddenly, I saw dozens of Praetorian Guard sergeants flying in from the east, north, and west one after another.

"Prime Minister Qiming, the lone wolf of the second master of the Seven Star Sect was resurrected and crawled out of the coffin. ”

"Lord Qiming, Eagle Haoran, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, has returned to the gang. ”

"Lord Qiming, Sect Master Bing Yanqian of the Zixia Sect is also back. Also, the martial arts lone ranger's old man, Lieshan Huai, has also been resurrected. ”

“.........”

For a while, one by one, lions, birds, and beasts carried the Praetorian Guard sergeants who had been sent out to patrol various places due to the disappearance or sudden death of many senior masters in the martial arts, and appeared around the watchtower one after another, bowing down and clenching their fists one by one.

"Hehe, I'll just say it, Lord Zuogu never talks nonsense, I didn't expect it to work so quickly, hehehe!"

I saw that the Great Grandmaster of the Hundred Tibets stroked his gray beard, his eyes lit up, he glanced at the Prime Minister, and said slowly.

"It seems that this Zuogu Lord is indeed worthy of being one of the three living immortals in my Xuanzhou Continent!"

"That is, with such a great power as Lord Zuogu, my Xuanzhou Continent is indeed blessed!"

Everyone nodded in surprise one by one, and their admiration for Zuo Dao really reached its peak for a while.

"Okay!

I saw that the prime minister looked at the sergeants who bowed down in mid-air, and then looked at the martial arts seniors, but his brows wrinkled slightly, especially when he heard everyone's praise for Zuo Daozhen, his face changed slightly, and he said indignantly.

"You go and inquire again to see if there are any missing martial arts monks who have not been resurrected. ”

He slowly ordered the Praetorian Guard sergeant who was reporting in mid-air.

"No, I'll go and find out later!"

The sergeants above the mid-air bowed and clenched their fists in reply, and then one by one, they flew hurriedly in all directions.

Xiao Huiming sat on the pale blue bed, looked at the huge condor and the two senior brothers in front of him, and slowly spoke, telling everything in the dream little by little.

Xuan Dong and Xuan Hua listened to Xiao Huiming's clear thinking and subdued narration, and they were shocked and stunned one by one, and they were speechless for a long time.

Because, about the dream demon, no one has ever told them before, they just heard that in recent days, among the Xuanzhou martial arts, there are dozens of senior masters, all of whom disappeared inexplicably overnight, as for the reason, not to mention them, it is the head of the various martial arts sects, and they don't know it, and they are all in a panic all day long.

Only the golden-eyed condor, because of the tiredness of half-squatting, climbed directly in the hall, like a small hill, with indifferent eyes.

"Hehehe, the little doll is good! It seems that the Great Elder Shangguan really didn't misunderstand you, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a hearty laughter resounded outside the main hall, and everyone hurriedly got up and went out together.

"It turns out that Master is back!"

Xuan Dong said happily, and then, together with Xuan Hua, he stepped forward to worship.

"Disciple meets Master!"

"Hehe, get up!"

I saw Zuo Dao's true white robe fluttering in the wind, and his face was full of joy, and he said with a smile.

"Brother Condor, it seems that we are going back to the Sanqing Sect again, hehehe!"

Zuo Daozhen looked at Xiao Huiming, then at the Golden Pupil Divine Eagle, and said slowly.

"What's the matter, Master, are you going out again?"

Xuan Dong asked, bowing down and clenching his fists.

"Hehe, I don't want to be tired, but our little hero is anxious now, right?

Zuo Daozhen rolled his eyes, looked at Xiao Huiming with a strange expression and asked.

"Thank you for thinking about the juniors, I just want to go to the thatched hut outside the sect to find Sister Xiaoyue. ”

Xiao Huiming said slowly, and on the little face, an eager look appeared.

"Hehe, I'll just say, what you're thinking about now is definitely not about starting cultivation tomorrow, how can you cultivate with peace of mind, hahahaha!"

Zuo Daozhen said with a laugh.

"That's it, you go to the clothing pavilion with Xuandong to dress up now, and then we'll leave immediately, you are like this, but there is no way to see your dear sister who is in the moon!hehe!"

"The old man was about to find out if all the missing monks had returned. ”

Zuo Daozhen said to Huiming.

"No! I'm going to prepare. ”

Xiao Huiming hurriedly bowed down and hugged his fists, and then, with Xuan Dong and Xuan Hua, he walked quickly towards the clothing pavilion.

In the depths of the land of Xuanzhou, where is the figure of a woman sitting quietly, just like a statue, around it, is a chaotic color, in the chaos, a series of mysterious characters, slowly flowing around the statue-like woman, forming a circle of character barrier, below that, is the rolling red magma, the magma keeps beating and stirring under her, splashing from time to time like fireworks, the undercurrent is surging.

On the figure of the woman, from time to time flashed a painting of ink and blue, or handsome and delicate, soft brushwork, or surging agitation, vigorous brushwork, or appropriate shades, yin and yang, each ink method is different, the characteristics are different, it seems to be very mysterious.

Suddenly, I saw that the danqing painting that flashed out continuously disappeared in an instant, and above the woman's figure, under the reflection of the fiery red magma that splashed from time to time, there was a scroll slowly unfurled.

On the scroll, there is a line of small letters written in a beautiful brush font, the words slowly exude a misty multicolored light, it seems to be mysterious, look carefully, you can see that the first line above, is eleven words: all things are born and all things are destroyed.

The scroll was quietly suspended in front of the woman, and the fonts quietly emitted a colorful shimmer, and in the glimmer, the aura swirled, adding a little vitality to this dead space.

Suddenly, I saw a sudden change in the scene, and the first line of text suddenly shone brightly, and the colorful colors shot in all directions, rendering the mysterious character barriers in all directions, which was very beautiful.

The woman with the cloak suddenly opened her eyes, and a little joy began to brighten up in her eyes, and she looked at the first line of colorful words on the scroll in a daze, and looked slightly surprised.

"Hmm, is this really someone who has practiced my first set of spiritual painting exercises to the beginning?"