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Chapter 63 Murder Undercurrents

The Tianyun Hall was brightly lit and resplendent, and Master Miaoji sat in the center of the hall with a face full of frost. He remained silent for a long time, and an unprecedented dignified atmosphere continued to spread in the hall. (╯▽╰) ． ． co3f

On the left side of Reverend Miaoji, the second protector, Yang Mingju, and several disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage sat in the hall with wounds all over their bodies, while on his right sat several monks from Lingyunmen with wounds all over their bodies.

Outside the main hall, all the inner court disciples stood straight outside the hall, waiting for news from inside, with anxious expressions.

"Brother Sect Leader, there are countless big monsters in that monster cave. It took us a lot of effort to escape with our lives and return to Tianyun Gate. If it hadn't been for Lao Wu who gave up his life in the end, I'm afraid..."

The Second Elder had long lost the high spirits he had when he set out that day, replaced by a look of horror and boundless regret.

Master Miaoji's eyes were cold and his expression was uncertain. After this battle, Tianyunmen's vitality was seriously injured. I'm afraid that if this news gets out, Tianyunmen will be in great trouble.

Master Miaoji's eyes were glazed for a moment, his expression was concentrated, he looked towards Ling Yun, and then he laughed and said.

"Realist Guangling, the two factions have suffered heavy losses this time in their treasure hunt. If this matter is known to others, the two factions may not be able to protect themselves, so..."

Speaking of this, Master Miaoji paused his words, and looked at Master Guangling with his eyes like arrows.

Immortal Guangling looked dignified, nodded quickly, and said in a deep voice.

"Miaoji's head, don't worry, I know this in my heart. Our two factions have been separated for thousands of years. We will definitely not do something like digging our own grave. It's just that this matter is too urgent, and I can't stay longer. I hope it can be done soon." Go back to Lingyun Sect and report this matter to the senior brother in charge!"

Immortal Guangling's complexion was not very good at this time. As the steward who led the team this time, he was also to blame for the heavy casualties, and scolding was inevitable when he returned to the sect.

Reverend Miaoji nodded, light palm and long beard, Reverend Guangling understood, and hurriedly cupped his hands to Reverend Miaoji and said again.

"Thank you, Master Miaoji, Master Chengcheng. I will take my leave and go back to the mountain. I hope that your faction can also block this matter, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble!"

"Brother Guangling, don't worry, our Tianyun Sect will keep this matter secret. Since brother Guangling is in a hurry to go back, let's go. See you at the exchange meeting in a year's time!"

Reverend Miaoji smiled and got up to see him off, but Reverend Guangling hurriedly stopped him, then walked out of Tianyun Palace with a few surviving monks, and galloped away in a huge wooden boat.

After the monk of Lingyunmen left, Master Miaoji's face suddenly became extremely cold, and at the same time, his eyes towards the second elder and Yang Mingju became sharper.

"Since you know you are invincible, why don't you quit quickly? Do you know how much trouble you have caused this time?" Miao Ji's voice was like a silver dragon, and his face was flushed, obviously very angry.

The second elder seemed to want to explain something when he heard the words, but under the sharp eyes of Master Miaoji, he could only mutter a few words softly, then lowered his head silently.

Yang Mingju was covered in blood, his pure white robe was already torn into pieces, and there was a deep bone scar on his left cheek, which was even more terrifying.

After listening to Miaoji's angry reprimand, Yang Mingju was silent for a while, and spoke.

"Senior brother in charge, this time it's not the second senior brother's problem, but the monsters in the cave are not only powerful, but also know how to ambush us, and we were tricked by them!"

Yang Mingju heaved a long sigh and stopped talking. Master Miaoji was even more angry. He was about to reprimand him, but seeing the horrific scar on Yang Mingju's cheek, he finally waved his sleeve robe helplessly and snorted coldly.

"Go back and take a good rest. Remember, don't bring up this matter again in the future. That's not a place we can go. If the secret is leaked under someone's door, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship between teachers and students!"

After all, Master Miaoji closed his eyes tightly, and then stopped talking.

Seeing the reaction of Master Miaoji, the rest of the people got up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

After leaving the gate of the palace, several people led their disciples towards their respective courtyards, but Yang Mingju looked at Chen Feng in the crowd, startled slightly, and then his face changed drastically, and at the same time, a fierce light surged out of his eyes.

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Chen Feng had a bitter face, ### shuttled through the forest, old and new followed behind him leisurely, looking at this little guy curiously.

"Little baby, how did you reach the foundation building stage? Why did you suddenly break through?"

"New and old, it's not that the younger generation didn't tell you, I also reached the foundation building stage for no reason!" Chen Feng dealt with various problems of the old and new as he walked.

It turned out that when I was feeling extremely depressed just now, the spiritual sea filled in my body suddenly burst without warning, and then the electronic synthesis sound reminded me to upgrade.

Hearing the upgrade prompt, Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and he was overjoyed. Fortunately, amidst countless bad news, the level was finally improved. This is a blessing in misfortune.

In this way, after Chen Feng succeeded in establishing the foundation, he continued to focus his attribute points on his spiritual roots. The main reason why he improved so quickly in the past eight months was the strength of his spiritual roots. He also added a lot of aura to himself, but compared with it, it was still much inferior.

As the sun set, Chen Feng, with the help of the old and the new, ### returned to the inner courtyard of Tianyunmen, and then quietly returned to his room. At the same time, Yang Mingju led everyone back to the Shuangjueyuan with a gloomy face.

After Yang Mingju returned to the Shuangjue Courtyard, he subconsciously glanced at Chen Feng's room, then froze on the spot again, then thought about it thoughtfully, and strode towards the Shuangjue Hall.

After Chen Feng waited for the mirror image to come back, he took the mirror image back into the split soul, and then walked out of the room quickly, ready to visit the master, but Chen Feng had just arrived at the Shuangjue Hall, and was told by the gatekeeper that the master wanted to rest in peace for a few days.

Chen Feng walked out of the Shuangjue Hall helplessly, and happened to meet Wang Zun who also came to visit. The two looked at each other and smiled, and Chen Feng told Wang Zun about the master's recuperation.

The two chatted for a few words, then walked towards their respective rooms.

In the Hall of Shuangjue, Yang Mingju had already changed into a white robe, paced around the room non-stop, his eyes flickered, as if he was looking at something on his mind.

"This kid, it's really weird. In just over a year, his spiritual root has reached the realm of the seventh-rank earth spiritual root. If he is allowed to develop like this, he may have a bright future, but..."

Speaking of this, Yang Mingju touched the scar on his face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This time he was seriously injured, and even his cultivation base dropped sharply. If he couldn't absorb the spiritual roots in Chen Feng's body in a short time, I'm afraid even In the future, my own longevity won't allow me to look forward to breaking through the alchemy stage.

Yang Mingju's heart was very complicated. He wanted Chen Feng to practice for a few more days, but he was also afraid of having long nights and dreams. Amid repeated conflicts, Yang Mingju finally looked calm and said calmly.

"Good disciple, don't blame me as a teacher, if you want to blame it, blame your bad life!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Ming raised his sleeves and flicked his robe, turned around and returned to the soft couch, the spiritual energy in the room rushed towards him, tightly surrounding him...

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