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Chapter 755 Disciple thanks
"not good!"

At this moment, the expressions of the three people, who were still cautious and cautious as ordinary low-level monks, and carefully moved forward among the ruins, suddenly changed drastically.

Immediately, the three of them no longer cared about covering up, their magic power burst out, and they hurriedly flew away from the ruins.

But the next moment, with the faint ripples of space flickering, a pure white ancient pagoda suddenly appeared in the void, and a dazzling bright white light burst out from the bottom of the ancient pagoda, just like a beam of light falling from the sky and falling on the three people flying out.

At this moment, everything in this space seemed to be completely frozen. The expressions of the three people were stiff, their postures were fixed, and they were already imprisoned in this white light.

But in the next moment, the three people who were originally imprisoned moved again one after another. In the blink of an eye, they all used the power of the golden elixir to force themselves away from the suppression of Nascent Soul's mighty power.

Three escape lights flickered, and flew out from the periphery of the ruins in the blink of an eye. The three of them rose into the sky, and without any hesitation, they fled in one direction with great tacit understanding.

"Ok?"

Such a sudden change was obviously beyond the expectations of the two ancestors. Both of them looked surprised, and then they stepped out one step after another, leaving only an afterimage that dissipated in the palace, and then disappeared one after another.

In the outside world, as space ripples surged, the two ancestors appeared in the sky one after another. Almost at the same time, the three people who flew out were once again imprisoned and frozen among the clouds.

Wang Yu was furious, his already severely injured body was injured, and he was vomiting blood. No matter how hard he could speak, the strong man on the side was even more stunned, staring at the ancestor Xuancheng who raised his hand to search for his soul.

Ancestor Xuancheng looked at the three of them with great interest. He raised his right hand, and the three people who were lying on the clouds raised their heads uncontrollably. Finally, they all knelt down and appeared in front of everyone.

Immediately, Ancestor Xuancheng raised his hand and made a move. The tall and thin man kneeling beside him knelt down uncontrollably under the palm of Ancestor Xuancheng's hand. With the palm of Ancestor Xuancheng's hand covering him, the tall and thin man was originally frightened. His eyes suddenly became dull and lifeless.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were immediately fixed on the man among the three.

"Prison of the King..."

Ancestor Xuancheng glanced coldly, and the two people who looked at each other angrily felt as if they were struck by lightning. With blood dripping from their eyes, they collapsed uncontrollably again.

Ancestor Xuancheng stood with his hands behind his back and spoke coldly.

Wang Yu held his head high, and his fear seemed to have dissipated inexplicably: "For Wang, to go to such great lengths to fight, it is worthy of the Changsheng Sect, Wang admires it..."

"Ancestor, this traitor is Wang Yu, and these two traitors are the disciples of Wang Yu. Over the years, Wang Yu has caused chaos, and these two traitors have always been secretly cooperating. There are hundreds of disciples in our sect. He fell into the hands of these two thieves..."

But this time, under the full strength of the two Nascent Souls, the three people who were imprisoned again did not escape as strangely as before. With the mighty power of the two Nascent Souls reappearing, not to mention the light, three rays were fixed in the sky. The figure was pulled to the two Nascent Souls.

However, before Wang Yu finished speaking, along with a cold snort from Patriarch Xuancheng, there was a crackling sound of bones breaking. Wang Yu groaned one after another, and blood spurted out. His body, which was originally held high, was like a pool of blood. Collapsed into the clouds like mud.

"You dare!"

"Noisy!"

The man has a handsome face and a pair of red and phoenix eyes that are very evil, but the frightened look in his eyes at this moment ruins this handsomeness.

Nascent Soul is majestic, and the three of them are prostrate in the clouds, with frightened expressions.

Just for a moment, ancestor Xuancheng's indifferent expression showed a hint of surprise. Immediately, his sleeves and robe were rolled up, and another strong man who collapsed fell into his palm. The soul-searching technique reappeared, and this strong man fell into his palm. The tall man's eyes instantly became dull and confused.

"If you tell me clearly where Wang Xun is now, I can save you some torture."

At the same time, several rays of light soared into the sky from the ruins. As soon as they reached the clouds, Fang Qing shouted excitedly:

After a moment, Ancestor Xuancheng raised his hand and threw away the man with lifeless eyes as if throwing away some kind of discarded object.

At this time, Patriarch Xuancheng looked at Patriarch Xuanming. The two looked at each other. After a sound transmission intertwined, Patriarch Xuancheng looked at the paralyzed Wang Yu again. With a move of his hand, the scene also changed. Reappear again.

If the King's Prison, a mess of mud, floats out of thin air under the palm of ancestor Xuancheng, strands of spiritual consciousness flow, and the soul-searching technique appears again. In just a few breaths, the soul-searching technique that was running suddenly stopped. Ancestor Xuancheng looked solemn, and while the sound transmission was intertwined, Ancestor Xuanming took a step forward, raised his hand to explore, and his palm fell on Wang Yu. Above the head, it also took just a few breaths before the soul-searching technique stopped.

But at this moment, Wang Yu's eyes were not dull and distracted. He still had clear eyes that were clear and sane, and the resentment in his eyes was still extremely clear.

At this time, Ancestor Xuan Ming slowly spoke out: "There is an extremely powerful force in his soul that protects his soul. If he touches it rashly, I am afraid that the person behind this power will be alarmed..."

Xuancheng shook his head and said: "Don't scare the grass and scare the snake. Go to the secret realm first and then find other methods..."

"can."

Xuan Ming nodded.

At this moment, the two of them almost immediately looked at the still chaotic "Holy Spirit Sect Ruins" on the ground.

There are thousands of monks in the ruins, and as far as the Changsheng Sect is concerned, they are all unscrupulous "evil cultivators!"

"Those who despise the sect's laws should be punished!"

Ancestor Xuan Ming's voice was calm, and in just one sentence, he directly decided the fate of thousands of people.

"The disciple understands."

All the relatives accepted the order in unison and jumped down.

"What's wrong with Master Nephew Chu?"

Seeing that Chu Mu made no move, Patriarch Xuanming asked.

"Returning to your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."

Chu Mu glanced at Wang Yu, who was a puddle of mud, and bowed his hands.

Ancestor Xuan Ming raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "What does Master Nephew Chu want?"

"Your Majesty, this disciple came to the southwest because of..."

Chu Mu pondered for a while, and then told the reason why he came to the southwest. Finally, he also presented the jade slip that recorded the silk string Gu.

Ancestor Xuanming raised his hand to explore. The jade slip was hanging in his palm. After examining it for a moment, he was obviously a little surprised: "This Gu... is quite mysterious."

"But this Gu even causes trauma to the soul. My nephew, your soul has been traumatized?"

Chu Mu responded: "Disciple, before..."

"My nephew's injury is also a sect matter. Since this is the case, it is not a request. It is reasonable."

Ancestor Xuanming nodded slightly, and with a flicker of spiritual consciousness, a few wisps of spiritual light appeared on the collapsed body of Wang Yu.

His sleeves and robe were rolled up, and a few auras of light hung in front of Chu Mu.

"All my storage utensils are here, please check them yourself, nephew."

"Thank you, disciple..."

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(End of this chapter)