I have source stone

Whispering voices could be heard in the darkness, it seemed that there were quite a few people paying attention to Wangyue Peak.

"What kind of array is this? It can actually communicate with the world"

"What is this for?"

"Meng Ji's new formation, right?"

"I saw Xuanzhen went to Wangyue Peak."

"I feel that the purity of the aura is higher. Could it be that the rumors are true?"

"What rumor?"

"Haven't you heard? It's no wonder, you just came out of retreat and never went down the mountain. I just came back from the outside today, and I heard the news that the boundary source stone has disappeared!"

"Where is it? Maybe I'll go down the mountain to join in the fun."

"Xuanzhen of Guanri Cliff has an apprentice named Wen Yu. There are rumors that the Jieyuan Stone is on him. On the way back to the mountain today, I met several groups of people coming to the mountain gate!"

"What?! There is such a thing?"

"..."

The voices of discussions poured into Wen Yu's ears. He already had an unbearable headache, but now that he heard those people's words, he felt a murderous aura choked in his heart, wishing to throw all these people into the bottomless abyss.

His eyes were gradually stained red, but he just looked into the courtyard and forcibly endured it.

When will master come out?

Can Meng Ji succeed?

Even Wang Yuefeng ignored those whispers, and got together to discuss the matter of the source stone.

"I've also heard that the news first came from the country of Ying. Isn't the master of the country of Ying from the Yueshan sect?"

"The hypocrites from the Yueshan School will come sooner or later. I heard that the old guy from Yuanjing is approaching his lifespan. He has been looking for a boundary source stone recently, hoping to use the boundary source stone to break through the realm and continue his life. We have to make plans early. "

"This is a big event, and it must be reported to the Suzerain."

"Has anyone seen the suzerain recently?"

"So, I haven't seen the suzerain for several days."

"Me too."

Seeing that everyone no longer paid attention to Wangyue Peak, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, stopped being distracted, and tried his best to fight Wen Dongning for the control of Jieyuan Stone.

Wen Dongning was a little tired at first, but fortunately, the Soul Gathering Formation has passed the most critical stage, so there is no need for him to inject soul power.

I saw that the celestial sand in all directions had become dim, and the blue mask gradually became transparent until the movement of the soul power on the pattern stopped.

Wen Dongning and Wen Yu stopped at the same time, and Wen Yu froze as soon as he rushed into the courtyard.

In the innermost circle of the Soul Gathering Array, two figures stood facing each other. Meng Ji had white hair and was on the verge of falling.

"Master!" Wen Dongning exclaimed in desperation, and rushed over to help her in time.

Meng Ji looked at Xuan Zhen and saw that he had black hair and a ruddy complexion, no longer sick like before, a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"Your hair..." Wen Dongning looked at her much older, with complicated emotions, not knowing that Mengji had paid such a high price.

"Don't worry, it will be fine after a few decades of recuperation."

Wen Dongning helped her walk to her small courtyard, and looked back at Xuanzhen, whose appearance had changed drastically at the courtyard gate, the Soul Gathering Formation was really successful!

Wen Yu stood blankly by the door, looking in disbelief at the powerful and handsome man in front of him as his master, and he had long been used to his sick and weak appearance.

Xuan Zhen glanced at the direction Meng Ji left, turned around and walked quickly towards Wen Yu, hugging Wen Yu in his arms, "Yu'er."

"Quick, quick, they must have consumed a lot of energy to create such a large formation."

"While they are weak, our chance has come!"

At the top of Wangyue Peak, there was a sudden noise, and the sound of several broken swords came from a distance.

Some monks approached Meng Ji's outer courtyard. They were only a little cautious because of Meng Ji's strength. Now when they approached, they felt Meng Ji's breath was weak, and immediately rushed forward and squeezed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the patterns of the soul-gathering formation had disappeared, leaving behind two futons in the formation.

Xuanzhen hugged Wen Yu and stood in the open space of the courtyard, turning a blind eye to the Nightmare Demon Sect monks who squeezed in.Now that he has resumed the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, it is easy to deal with this group of monks in the Golden Core Stage Dzogchen, and he doesn't even need to be too serious.

He pulled Wen Yu behind him, raised his head and gave those monks a cold look, his eyes were like flying swords, and all the people he saw took a few steps back to stabilize their minds.

"Xuan...Xuanzhen!" A monk exclaimed, his face was shocked, he could no longer gather spiritual energy under Xuanzhen's aura, he kept backing away, directly exited the gate of the courtyard, turned his head and ran away .

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, and because of Xuanzhen's aura, they retreated quietly, expecting others to step up and slip away.

Xuan Zhen snorted coldly, "I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to kill people, so get out!"

The group of Nightmare Demon Sect cultivators turned around and squeezed out the door as if they had been pardoned.

It was only at this moment that Wen Yu came back to his senses, broke free from his embrace, and reached out to hold his hands, "It turns out that Master used to be like this."

"What's wrong?" Xuanzhen felt a little regretful when he saw him break free from his embrace.

"It's nothing..." Wen Yu fell down without warning before he could finish speaking.

"Yu'er!" Xuan Zhen eagerly supported him, raised his hand, and checked his condition with spiritual power.

The aura in Wen Yu's head meridian is disordered, and under the influence of that half of the source stone, Wen Yu will be controlled by Wen Dongning in the future.

It seems that the other half of the source stones will be recovered earlier.

Xuan Zhen glanced at the closed courtyard door, hesitating and struggling for a moment in his eyes, he picked up Wen Yu and walked into the small courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, just as Wen Dongning helped Meng Ji lie on the bed, he was holding her hand, using the vitality of the Jieyuan Stone to stabilize the aging of her internal organs.

Meng Ji closed her eyes tightly and fell into a deep sleep. Her aging speed slowed down, and she gradually showed signs of recovery.

When Xuanzhen broke into the room, he saw Mengji's condition, and he was even more determined to take back the Jieyuan Stone.

Wen Dongning saw that his eyes were not right, and Wen Yu fainted in his arms again, unable to tell what he was thinking.

"Xuanzhen, what's the matter?" Wen Dongning stood up and stood in front of the bed, asking cautiously.

Xuan Zhen looked at him seriously for the first time, "Meng Ji has a great favor to me, originally I didn't want to force others to make things difficult, as long as you give up the Jieyuan Stone, I won't hurt your life."

Wen Dongning was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the bully came to the door just a day after he was cured.

Meng Ji is good at everything, but when she meets Xuanzhen, it's like meeting a doomed fate.

He is even more unwilling to hand over the Jieyuan Stone to such a person, even if he loses his life because of it!

"Since you know Meng Ji is kind to you, you shouldn't bring Wen Yu to her now." Wen Dongning suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "You are not welcome here."

He looked in the direction of the door, with a firm attitude towards seeing off the guests.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Xuanzhen didn't expect Wen Dongning to refuse so bluntly. Although he has been sick for many years, he has recovered his original cultivation level at this time. In Wen Dongning's state, refusing himself is tantamount to a moth to a flame.