Drain your cultivation and waste your spirit bones! Junior Brother is reborn and goes crazy

Fengyu Zhangzun returned to his residence.

He had a complicated expression, even looking a little bored.

Upon seeing this, Qi Haoyun, the Grand Elder of Piaomiao Pavilion, hurried forward and respectfully asked, "Ancestor, how did your discussion with the Xiangang Sect's fortune teller go?"

"Should we withdraw the troops stationed in various places in Qingyun Province now?"

Fengyu Zhangzun shook his head slightly: "Not for now, let's carry on as usual and let them preach to the geniuses in Qingyun Province. As for the matter of Xiangang Sect, don't mention it anymore."

Hearing this, Qi Haoyun's expression changed slightly, and then he asked in a low voice: "Ancestor, what exactly happened?"

Fengyu Zhangzun glanced at him indifferently: "Everything remains the same, don't ask any other questions!"

Seeing his ancestor like this, Qi Haoyun moved his lips, but didn't dare to ask any more questions. His eyes flickered, and he nodded thoughtfully, saying, "Yes, although we are considered a hegemon in Tianxuan Province, we still have some gaps compared to super powers like Qingyun Province that can be traced back to their origins. If we cooperate with them, we will definitely not have much initiative."

"Besides, if we place a bet on the Qingyun Alliance, even if we fail, it will be easy for us to leave."

Fengyu Zhangzun listened to Qi Haoyun's serious nonsense and sighed in his heart.

For Li Xuan, it was no longer possible to think in the usual way.

He even understood that he might be able to witness the emergence of a super-powerful being who would astonish all generations. Following such a powerful being would be risky, but the opportunities would be even greater...

Moreover, he has now completely reached the threshold of the eighth great nirvana calamity and is quite confident of getting through it.

"Perhaps, it would be best to survive the Great Dao Nirvana Tribulation in Qingyun Province!"

Lord Fengyu thought so.

Then he ordered Qi Haoyun to return to Tianxuanzhou.

At the same time, he handed out a note and said calmly, "When you return, give this note to the Pavilion Master. He will know what to do."

After saying that, Fengyu Zhangzun's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Qi Haoyun was a little confused when he saw this. He looked at the golden letter in his hand with a flickering eye, but he did not dare to speculate too much. Instead, he followed the instructions of the ancestor, left the Qingyun Demon Palace, and headed for the Ninth Heaven.

What surprised him was that this time it was the Yin-Yang old man who personally sent him back.

When he arrived at the first heaven where the space gate was located, he was instantly horrified when he saw the scene around him.

Here, blood was rising into the sky, as if it were a doomsday scene. There were even places of creation standing here, and these relics of creation were all transformed by powerful people like him who were in the realm of heaven and man, or even the Lord of the Palms.

The strong men from various states couldn't stop it and all perished here?

With such a powerful person here, it would be extremely difficult for the strong people from other states to come here, right?

The Yin-Yang Elder waved his hand and collected the remains of the fallen masters. He smiled and said, "I haven't been here to clean up for six months, and now there are thirty-nine more relics of creation. It seems we can't neglect them."

Qi Haoyun: “…”

In half a year, thirty-nine Heaven Realm experts perished...

These people are considered first-class strongmen in the Nine Provinces of Immortal Spirits. Even if there are not a thousand of them in Qingyun Province, there must be hundreds, right?

With mixed feelings, Qi Haoyun passed through the space gate and returned to Tianxuanzhou.

at the same time.

In the Qingyun Demon Palace.

The fortune teller who had refined the 'Shinto Pearl' had a very complicated expression.

In the Xiangang Sect, he was second only to the Sect Master. He never expected that he would fall to this point here.

"Master Guashi, did the other brothers perish like this?"

The cold and beautiful woman was extremely unwilling and said with gritted teeth.

hum...

Before the fortune teller could speak, a mark appeared between her eyebrows, making her look painful.

This made her eyes flash with fear. She dared not speak again, let alone resist.

Seeing this, the fortune teller sighed and said, "The situation is stronger than us. Since we have this calamity, it is our destiny. Isn't the philosophy of our Xiangang Sect to go with the flow?"