After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

The second disciple had already died in the disaster.

The third disciple is a genius of alchemy who practices the ruthless way. Now he is with Sang Luo and goes to the Northern Territory.

The fourth disciple is Chu Yanshu. He cut off his cultivation and vitality in the disaster, and his remaining soul was abducted by the monks in the upper world. For more than ten years now, he is also the disciple with whom he has the least connection.

As for the eldest disciple, his name is Ning Xi.

Ning Xi was his disciple when he was 17 years old. Her talent in cultivation was not as outstanding as the ones behind her. She could only be regarded as a young girl with pretty good talent. She was gentle and soft-tempered, and had a good temper.

Thousands of years ago, everyone in Xuanyuan Sect liked her very much.

And according to Master, he also likes her very much.

But later, during the sect meeting, the Twelve Demon Emperors broke out of the tower and pointed their spearhead at Ning Xi.

With her cultivation and abilities, how could she be the one who released the Twelve Demon Emperors?

There is a high probability that it was Mo Ming who did all this with her help, and finally designed to abduct her, pushing Xuanyuan Sect to the forefront.

When hearing this, Su Changluo still couldn't understand.

Don't know why to do this.

But when he heard Shuo Feng say that he had seen the Demon God long before Mu Ming came to Xuanyuan Sect, he understood.

Regardless of whether he couldn't help it or whether he chose the demon clan in the end, this was the choice he made without knowing it at the time.

No matter what the reason was, he caused the tragic ending of Xuanyuan Sect.

If the senior brother had not forcibly broken the mirror, if the senior sister had not fallen into Shura, the Xuanyuan Sect would have been destroyed long ago.

But what was his choice back then?
Su Changluo's eyes flashed with confusion. In fact, no matter whether he liked Ning Xi or not, as a master, he would always protect his apprentice.

This is the nature of master and disciple, just like the master has always protected them.

It's just that he is skeptical about the thrilling past that the master said.

If he could act more rationally to solve the problem, then he shouldn't be so crazy.

He didn't believe that he would be in such a miserable state.

But at this moment, he somewhat believed it.

Su Changluo lowered his eyes slightly and put away the bead.

The long river is still rolling towards the east, flowing endlessly and endlessly.

Shuo Feng, on the other hand, after a battle with the red python, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, took a vantage point under the Enlightenment Tree and began to enter meditation.

No wonder the master said that Sang Luo had a great opportunity. She could even touch the Enlightenment Tree and dig into her own medicine field!
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In the sea of ​​thunder, Lin Qinghan was dressed in a blue-purple fairy robe, jumping up and down in the rolling thunder, almost blending into the sea of ​​thunder, using the breath of thunder to overcome the tribulation of the Immortal King.

Many monks turned their heads and looked in his direction because of this powerful thunderstorm.

"What happened to that man? How could he attract such a powerful thunder?"

Normally, when an immortal cleanses his marrow, there are at most a dozen thunderbolts, but here, more than a dozen thunderbolts intertwined and struck down at the same time, which must have constituted a thunderstorm!
The situation in the sea of ​​thunder was changing, but the young man, dressed in a blue-purple fairy robe, stood in the middle of it, his expression unchanged at all.

"Damn, you're so strong!"

"Hurry up and stay away from this thing. I saw the young master of the Sikong family going through the Immortal King Tribulation before, but he was not as perverted as him! Be careful of being affected."

When Sikong Ming, the young master of the Sikong family, was affected by the thunder, many immortal monks perished and became Sikong Ming's martyrs.

With one general's success, tens of thousands of withered bones will be destroyed. Now that the Immortal King has emerged, there will be more than tens of millions of withered bones at his feet. (End of chapter)