Destiny Blessed Girl

The crowd is still boiling, but there are very few people who really dare to try.

Space cracks represent opportunities, but they also represent the death of terror. Although they are practitioners and can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, they are still practitioners who are stronger than ordinary people. How dare they risk their lives so easily.

Shanggan tugged at Changling's sleeve, with an excited expression on his face, "Is there any?"

Changling's eyes fixed on a crack, and he nodded slightly, "Yes."

Shanggan was very excited, he could finally go to the upper realm to reunite with his master and fellow teachers and brothers.

Changling withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Gu Zhian, with dark emotions in his eyes, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but in the end it was only reduced to two words: "Take care!"

Before Gu Zhian nodded, Changling closed his eyes, and a phantom figure walked out of Chu Yuanyan's body, standing side by side with Chu Yuanyan, his expression was unclear on his blurred face, but Gu Zhian knew that he was looking at him, and When Yunlan supported Chu Yuanyan, who was crooked from left to right, she smiled, "Senior, take care too!"

Shanggan looked at Yunlan, "Aren't you leaving?"

Yunlan hesitated, he really wanted to ascend, but he was reluctant to part with his apprentice.

Seeing Yunlan's hesitation, Gu Zhi'an smiled and said, "Master, I can take care of myself. You should go to the Upper Realm and work hard to earn a fortune. In the future, Ah Yan and I will have a good life depending on you."

"Don't compare me with him, I'm not as powerful as him, at least not now." With his current situation, if he rashly enters the space crack, he will only die.

Wuji's voice sounded a little frustrated, "Do you think I don't want to?"

Seeing the two souls flying towards the space crack, Gu Zhian touched the magic jade and asked Wuji, "Do you want to go to the upper realm with them? It should be easier to go to the demon realm from the upper realm?"

Just as Wuji finished speaking, he suddenly sensed something and shouted loudly, "No, get out of the way."

Gu Zhian heard a "poof", a stream of heat sprayed on her back, and a painful murmur sounded in her ears, like thunder.

Gu Zhi'an said: "This spiritual realm will open in 300 years, you can wait for me for 300 years at most."

Shanggan was also quite reluctant to part with Gu Zhian and Chu Yuanyan, but there is no banquet in this world that lasts forever, no matter how reluctant he is, he must part with it.

Gu Zhian didn't feel anything, stood there without moving, "What?"

It was Chu Yuanyan, he just woke up at this moment, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sword stabbing silently into Gu Zhian's back heart, without even thinking about it, he used his body to protect Gu Zhian.

Yunlan was really reluctant to part with this precious apprentice, but he couldn't lose the opportunity in front of him, and finally sighed: "Okay, as a teacher, I must work hard to earn a fortune for you in the upper world, don't let Waiting too long for a teacher."

Wuji was startled, and was about to rush out of the magic jade when someone was faster than him.

For practitioners, three years is nothing, Yun Lan nodded with a smile, "Okay, I will wait for you in the upper realm for 300 years as a teacher."

Gu Zhian said: "Changling is also a soul body, if he can go, you must be able to."

"Ah Yan!"

Gu Zhian’s sharp cry alarmed the three people who had already flown to the entrance of the space crack. The three turned their heads and saw that Chu Yuanyan had been stabbed in the back of the heart by a female cultivator in colorful clothes. , completely ignoring the sword stabbed at her by the nun in Caiyi.

Changling was furious, the phantom figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared in front of Gu Zhian in a blink of an eye, and with a wave of his sleeve, he folded the sword that was stabbing at Gu Zhian into seven or eight pieces.

The female cultivator in Caiyi was startled, and when she took a closer look, she found an almost transparent shadow of a soul.

And her sword, a high-grade spirit treasure, was broken into seven or eight pieces by a soul shadow!