Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

The old Taoist holding the whisk shook his head slightly. He didn't think that Wen Chen would not know about the emergence of Qingyun Secret Realm.

The handsome young man waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "Why not wait a little longer? Hasn't Venerable Qingyun's confidante in the Posuo Realm arrived yet?"

"If Luo Yi doesn't come, it will be clear if there are any problems with this Qingyun Secret Realm."

The Taoist nun in green snorted coldly: "Luo Yi has reached the perfect stage of Mahayana, and has a close relationship with Qingyun. If you really wait for her to come, will you still have the chance to ascend?"

The ordinary middle-aged man had a gleam in his eyes. He hadn't seen Luo Yi for a long time. Given her longing for Qingyun, she would come if Qingyun's secret realm appeared in the world, no matter it was a trick or not, right?
Time passed little by little, the old monster with gray hair and the old man who was neither human nor ghost looked at each other and flew across the Three Thousand Weak Waters.

Their life span is limited, and to avoid heavenly calamity, they can only hide in the small divine realm and live on. Now, even if the probability of ascending to heaven is only one in ten thousand, they are still willing to take a gamble.

Almost all those present were people who survived from the era of Lady Yuli. The half-human, half-ghost old man was 110,000 years old and should have died long ago. But before his death, he merged with a longevity turtle and was able to prolong his life. He also became the terrifying green-faced man he is today and is called Old Turtle.

The old monster with the hairpin and the old man Turtle were the first to cross the Weak Water. The expressions of the others changed slightly and they could no longer hold back.

On the shore, there were only three people left: the Taoist nun in green, the young man and the middle-aged man.

The young master said, "Xie is 60,000 years old. If I miss this opportunity, I can still wait for the next one. Therefore, I will not argue with the seniors."

He was handsome, gentle, polite, and elegant, like a nobleman. But the two of them would not believe a word of what he said.

The Taoist nun in green is 90,300 years old. She has a secret to maintain her youthful appearance. Ten thousand years ago, she refined the Green Divine Bamboo to prolong her life. If she had not died in the thunder calamity, she would have another 37,000 years to live, which is not much different from the remaining lifespan of Xie Shenfeng.

The middle-aged man has a plain appearance and is the type that would be inconspicuous in a crowd, but he is a genuine cultivator who has reached the perfection of the Mahayana realm.

He was infatuated with Luo Yi and wanted to see her again, so he was reluctant to cross the Weak Water.

Suddenly, he looked towards the outer edge of the secret realm, and an infatuated look emerged in his eyes. Since Qingyun ascended, she has never left the Posha Realm. His disciples went to Tianshuiju to pay her respects, but they did not see her face.

According to the speed of a Mahayana cultivator, she would be able to reach the main hall of Qingxiao in a moment, but after waiting for a while, the woman who liked to wear black clothes still did not appear.

The roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix resounded through the sky.

In the distance, Luo Yi suddenly stopped and looked over there.

A sword cultivator in white, holding a precious sword, slashed at the soul beasts in the form of dragons and phoenixes. The clear light and sword intent stirred up a vast breeze, rushing towards the soul beasts in the form of dragons and phoenixes, unstoppable and unstoppable.

Luo Yi felt dazed for a moment, as if she saw an old friend.

The soul beast opened its bloody mouth and spit out sword lights and sword shadows, cutting the sleeves of the young sword cultivator, and the blood immediately dyed the young man's white clothes red.

The young man supported himself and stood up. His figure was particularly small under the shadows of the dragon and phoenix. The golden light was shining on his handsome face. He looked cold and resolute. He held the sword in one hand and made a hand gesture with the other: "Miaomiao Lingche, Yuanyuan Chuxuan, the sword is like clear light, cut!"

The sword light rose from the ground and killed the soul beast. At this moment, the heaven and earth trembled violently. Yun Bai's blood surged in his chest. This sword had already made him somewhat powerless.

The soul beast that looked like a dragon and a phoenix let out a clear cry and exploded into countless fragments, like a rain of swords falling. The terrifying energy fluctuations caused terrifying high temperatures.

Yun Bai saw flames coming towards him. He raised his painful hand and made hand gestures with trembling hands. The spiritual energy barrier had not yet been set up when a warm voice sounded in his ears.

"The peace and tranquility are like a dream, the sword is like a lead, go!"

The clear sword intent swept away like the wind, destroying the remaining power. A golden beast pill appeared in the void. Yun Bai looked at the elegant man with a smile on his face: "Brother Lan Ze."

"I didn't expect you to come to Qingyun Secret Realm as well."

Yu Lan Ze helped him up, fed him a pill, and said with a smile: "In the Qingyun Secret Realm, there is the water of Tanggu. I am here to find it."

"What about you? How come you appear in the Qingyun Secret Realm?" Yu Lanze looked at the beast pill, stretched out his hand and sucked it, and it fell into his palm, and he handed it to Yun Bai.

Obviously, he thought Yun Bai was fighting against this soul beast for its beast pill.

The words on Yun Bai's lips froze there for a moment. He absentmindedly collected the beast pill and said, "Junior sister came to the secret realm to find Wu Mengxiang for Yue Su. Zhu Wei was worried about her safety, so she sent a letter to me via flying sword, asking me to come in and look for her."

Yun Bai didn’t want to talk about Tanggu Shui’s matter anymore and only mentioned Wu Mengxiang’s matter.

After Wu Sheng and his junior sister went to Fangwai Tianhou, Wu Sheng's golden elixir was contaminated by evil spirits and he had to break it into pieces and rebuild it. He guessed that Senior Brother Lan Ze was looking for Tanggu Shui for Wu Sheng.

Hearing that Fu Zhu had also come to Qingyun Secret Realm, Yu Lan Ze was extremely worried. He frowned and said, "Qingyun Secret Realm is full of dangers. Fortunately, I have already obtained Tanggu Water. I will go with you to find Junior Sister and Wumengxiang."

Yun Bai was also worried about Fu Zhu's safety, so he nodded and the two of them traveled together.

As for the water from Tanggu... Yun Bai's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that he could only go find the legendary Tanggu and fetch the water himself.

After all, Tanggu water is very important to Wusheng, so he can't speak.

The two people in the Void Refining Realm had no idea that in the distance, there was a woman in black clothes and snow-white hair.

Luo Yi withdrew his gaze and disappeared from the spot in one step.

The Three Thousand Weak Waters River was rippling with waves, reflecting a black robe.

The middle-aged man said: "You are finally here."

Luo Yi looked up and saw an extremely majestic palace, like a palace in heaven, floating in the clouds. Three thousand jade ladders and three thousand weak waters separated the Qingxiao Palace in the clouds.

Through the floating clouds, Luo Yi saw the plaque of "Qingxiao Palace". Every stroke of it was about swordsmanship. The younger generation of sword practitioners would definitely benefit a lot from seeing it.

Luo Yi simply ignored the middle-aged man and stepped into the Weak Water.

The one in the front should be the old monster Turtle King, who has crossed thirty Weak Water Rivers. In the water, he really looks like an old green-haired turtle.

The next one is an old monster with hair hanging down his head. He hid in the small divine world and survived the catastrophe of one hundred thousand years. His appearance is so old that it is unrecognizable.

He was soaking wet, with his hair hanging down on his body, like a water ghost that had emerged from the bottom of the water. He didn't look like a Mahayana monk at all.

Luo Yi's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of mockery in the corners of his eyes. This old monster should have died long ago. Even if he was alive, he would only be in such a half-human, half-ghost appearance. In the Qingyun Secret Realm, if there is no chance of ascension, how many people can survive the next catastrophe?

(End of this chapter)