After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 7 Introducing the Wolf
No one cares about this little episode.

After all, they all care about the front, but they all know that they are helpless, so they can only feel useless while desperately pinning their hopes on the three elders who stick to the front.

Ning Qingyuan looked at the four people who sat down again and said nothing, and suddenly felt that the brothers and sisters who seemed to be very powerful at ordinary times and always liked to tease him when they had nothing to do, were not as reliable as the other one at this moment.

He also knew that in such a critical moment, it was outrageous to count on Seventh Junior Sister who was weak and weak, as if a gust of wind could knock her down.

But if you really want him to choose one of several people to believe in and rely on.

He still chose Seventh Junior Sister.

After making up his mind, Ning Qingyuan moved a small round stool and sat down on the side of the slump, watching the Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Junior Sister.

Yun Weixian slowly opened his eyes after the ground trembled for a while, feeling the turbulent aura flow in the valley, he pinched the center of his brows helplessly.

Just after pinching, there was a flash in front of my eyes, and a familiar voice said in surprise: "It's over, they won't call in!"

"..."

Yan Wenshu also stood up, shaking his head solemnly: "Probably not yet, but I'm afraid they are starting to forcibly break the formation."

Hearing this, the faces of Qiu Ci and Qiu Ge turned pale, and after looking at each other, they suddenly put aside their usual quarrel and held each other's hand.

Hou Jun was a dull gourd, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he just lowered his head and clenched his palms.

Seeing this, Ning Qingyuan had no choice but to look at Yun Weixian who had woken up: "Seventh Junior Sister, look—"

Yun Weixian leaned back slightly: "Sit down first."

This body was too weak, she had just adjusted her breath and fell asleep before she knew it.

This wakes me up and makes me a little dizzy.

"……okay."

After recovering, Yun Weixian was about to speak when he suddenly felt that the turbulent aura had stabilized, returned to peace and nature, and began to revolve around her again.

After a flash of surprise in her eyes, she opened her mouth and said: "Don't worry, the formation will not be broken for a while."

Does this sect still have monks who are in the realm of transforming gods?
However, the strength seems to be a little insufficient, and in the case of being forcibly broken, it can only last one more night.

But if the opponent keeps confronting each other head-on, there will be no benefit.

There may be a turning point.

Yun Weixian didn't care about Ning Qingyuan, who was relieved and muttering something again, closed his eyes, and quietly spread his spiritual consciousness in the valley.

However, Ruoshui Pavilion is really ordinary.

This valley is just a place with relatively strong aura, almost a closed space, the surrounding mountains hide it tightly, and there are miasma in the mountains all the year round, not to mention ordinary people, it is difficult for monks to find this place.

Therefore, they need a leader.

A sense of familiarity rose in Yun Weixian's heart for no reason, as if he had been here before.

Just when she was about to recall, she suddenly touched something, and quietly retracted her consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, the doubts in his eyes had not dissipated: "Huh?"

Why is there still a Huashen?
Now there are God Transformation cultivators all over the place?

"What's the matter, Seventh Junior Sister?"

"someone is coming."

After Yun Weixian finished speaking, he looked in the direction of the door.

She remembered that besides the seven of them, there was another person in Ruoshui Pavilion at this moment.

Is this a way to lure wolves into your house?

"People? Who?" Ning Qingyuan had long forgotten about this matter, and was a little happy, "Could it be that the master took care of the enemies outside the valley, and came back!?"

As he said that, he was about to announce the good news to his elder brother, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Wenshu holding the sword hilt with a nervous look ready to strike.

The two senior sisters and the fifth senior brother also stood behind the senior senior brother as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

For the first time, the third-generation disciples of Ruoshui Pavilion stood on the same front.

(End of this chapter)