Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

"Oh, the child of destiny?

What kind of child of destiny is she!

I am Heaven, and whoever I say is the Son of Destiny is the one.

You are becoming more and more useless. You are just the lowest-ranking children of destiny in the lower world, and you cannot even be eliminated.

Instead, she escaped your surveillance. Do you know what her cultivation level is now?"

Zhen Yuanjun walked down from the high platform and kicked Wan Qing.

Wan Qing lowered his head even lower. "It should be at most the Divine Transformation. The spiritual energy in the lower realm is thin, and it is not easy to advance."

"Do you think she could be that person?"

Zhen Yuanjun looked at the back of Wan Qing's head, rubbed his thumb, and said lightly.

Without waiting for Wan Qing to speak, he started laughing.

“The person from outside the world, haha, it shouldn’t be that person.

But this so-called child of destiny that you guys are talking about really gives me a headache.

Is she a female cultivator?

From the mortal world all the way to the Xuanling Continent, I think this should be her limit, right?

I don't want to see that female cultivator in the fairyland, do you understand?

If Changkong Hao still can't get rid of her, you will die with Changkong Hao!"

Zhen Yuanjun snorted coldly and said to Wan Qing.

He reached out and touched the water mirror in the hall, but it was still foggy.

This water mirror was still usable before, but I don’t know when it became like this.

After thinking about it, it seemed that the girl of destiny who gave him a headache, the female cultivator named Leng, entered the underground palace of Yanyun Realm.

With a flick of his sleeve, he put away the water mirror, returned to his throne, and told Wan Qing to get out.

……

The thunder array did not kill those people from the upper realm.

Their immortal bodies were powerful and their cultivation was high, so Leng Zhuxin had expected that the thunder formation could not kill them.

It was already unexpected that Leng Zhuxin could alone make them suffer from the thunder in the thunder array for a quarter of an hour.

What's more, they were all injured to varying degrees.

After breaking the thunder formation, they all threw out poisoned hidden weapons, or attacked Leng Zhuxin before escaping.

But they were blocked by Leng Buqiu and others who had been paying attention to Leng Zhuxin.

But they had already prepared to escape when they broke through the formation.

In the end, except for the cultivator who had just broken through to the Mahayana stage and was used by Leng Zhuxin for training, everyone else died in the thunder array.

The demon cultivators who led the team and the rest of the people from the upper realm fled.

Those demon cultivators fled back to the demon world.

Patriarch Sang stood in front of the broken barrier between the human and demon worlds, and seemed to see again the previous battle that caused heavy losses to the Lower Xuanling Continent.

If there were people from the upper realm and Penglai helping us back then, how could so many cultivators have died?

Through the broken barrier, Sang Laiyue saw the many monks who died in that battle, his good friends, his disciples...

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

Leng Zhuxin was also looking at the barrier. She had not personally experienced that battle, but judging from the tragic situation in the outer valley of Tianyin Valley today, she could imagine what the battlefield looked like more than a hundred years ago.

He took a few steps forward and stood beside Sang Laiyue, just about to comfort Sang Laiyue.

But before he could finish his words, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the grass in front of him looked like it was blooming red flowers.

He then lost consciousness and fell backwards.

Before she fell into coma, she heard the anxious shouts of Leng Buqiu and others.

Leng Buqiu steadily took Leng Zhuxin into his arms and reached out to hold Leng Zhuxin's wrist.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

The hand holding Leng Zhuxin's wrist was shaking, and he couldn't calm himself down after feeling her pulse several times.

He had finally found his sister and could not bear to lose her again.

Forcing himself to calm down, Leng Buqiu continued to transfer wood-type magical power into Leng Zhuxin's body.

At the same time, he was investigating the situation inside Leng Zhuxin's body, trying to find out the reason for Leng Zhuxin's coma.