Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 253 Accountability
South China Sea.

Qiongyun Island.

Countless brilliance came from the north, like meteors, falling towards the island one after another.

Qinglian's transfigured light fell on the entrance of her cave, looking back to the north, with lingering fear on her face.

"Finally back, this trip to Nanzhao is really..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped.

Because he suddenly remembered that although he escaped back this time, his mission was not completed.

In the previous battle outside the city of Nanzhao, the strength displayed by Nuwa phantom was too terrifying. The destructive divine light destroyed everything along the way.

This kind of irresistible Tianwei, that kind of fear from the depths of his soul, really made him unable to resist the slightest thought.

There was only one thought in his mind at the time.

That is to escape.

Escape from this life, escape from this terrible divine light.

Under the terrifying desire to survive, Master Qinglian forgot all her scruples.

So this escape lasted for a long time, all the way back to Qiongyun Island from southern Xinjiang.

When he fled along the road before, he also forgot his mission in his mind, the horror of Zhong Ci, and the consequences of escaping.

But now that he had returned to Qiongyun Island with a little peace of mind and was no longer in danger, he remembered what he had done.

Master Qinglian's face was ugly: "I escaped back like this, and the task that the man ordered was not completed. If I was caught up by him, my fate would definitely not be good."

Thinking of the scene where Zhong Ci came to Qiongyun Island in the past and tried his best to subdue the Nanhai faction, the fear in Master Qinglian's heart could not be stopped.

Because he found out in astonishment.

Although the phantom of Nuwa outside the capital city of Nanzhao was terrifying, the power that Zhong Ci had displayed in front of him was also comparable.

Nuwa has fallen.

But after all, she is a great power at the level of refining gods, so even if she only has one obsession left, she still has the strength equivalent to the realm of Yuanying Shenfu.

However, when Zhong Ci subdued the Nanhai faction in the past, his strength was low and he could not completely surrender to the Nanhai faction. If his strength was strong, he could easily attract the attention of the God Realm, so he became an intermediate level, that is, the power of the Shenfu Realm.

shrine.

One step away from refining the gods, it is also the ceiling among the Nascent Soul.

this strength.

For Daoist Qinglian, who is no stronger than a celestial being, who is equivalent to the Jindan realm of a cultivator, that is also a power that is like the majesty of heaven and earth.

and so.

After thinking about this in his heart, Master Qinglian couldn't help but feel sad.

In fact, whether it is Zhong Ci or Nuwa phantom of Nanzhao Kingdom, they are all existences that he cannot afford to offend.

"When did we talk about the Earth Immortal? It's the same as a mortal ant."

Master Qinglian felt sorry for himself in his heart.

But this mood didn't last long before being interrupted by his disciple.

I saw his eldest disciple Qing Yun flying over and landed in front of him, first he saluted respectfully, and then said with a sad face: "Return to Master, the losses of my Nanhai Sect have been settled."

When Master Qinglian heard what his disciple said, his face was slightly startled, and then he said with a heavy face: "How big is the loss?"

Qingyun said sadly: "I have sent 800 people to the South China Sea for this battle, plus 2400 monks from various immortal sects in the South China Sea, for a total of 3200 people.

After the Battle of Nanzhao.

A total of 532 people from my Nanhai Sect came back, and 1740 people from the other immortal sects came back, making a total of 2272 people.A total of 928 people died in battle, including 13 immortals. "

Speaking of this, Qingyun's tone paused, as if he was a little overwhelmed by this number, he calmed down after a while, and continued: "After this battle, my vitality in the Immortal Realm of the South China Sea has been severely injured. It is difficult to restore the pre-war situation.”

The young real man listened quietly to his disciple Qing Yun, his face was still heavy, but the grief in his heart was increasing, but he didn't show it.

Because he knew that the grief at the moment was meaningless, and even though he had returned to the South China Sea, the matter was far from over.

If it is not handled well, a more terrifying disaster will befall the South China Sea. .

Although the phantom of Nuwa in Nanzhao Kingdom is terrifying, it is only a terrifying projection that can be summoned temporarily with the help of the sacrificial formation.

But this terrible projection is limited in time and scope.

After leaving the southern border, Nuwa Xuying does not have so many people as a foundation, so it cannot be used.

But without forcing the Nanzhao Kingdom into a life-and-death situation, Nuwa couldn't be easily summoned.

But the behind-the-scenes mastermind of this troop dispatch, the lord above his head, his power is whatever he wants, as long as he is willing, he can use that terrifying power that is enough to destroy the world anytime and anywhere .

Therefore, the most urgent task right now is not to grieve for the loss of this war, but how to give a satisfactory answer and be ashamed to ask the Lord for forgiveness.

Qingyun reported the loss, then stood where he was, waiting for his master's reply.

Yet he waited a long time.

I didn't see my master talking, so I couldn't help but raised my head curiously, glanced at Master Qinglian, and reminded: "Master, right now people in the door are in panic, many rumors are spreading, and people's hearts are fluctuating. How should we deal with it? Master, please make a decision early."

Master Qinglian nodded when he heard the words, then sighed quite tiredly, then waved his hands and said: "The master knows these things, and I will leave it to you to calm people's hearts. Those disciples who died fighting for the sect, If there are relatives and friends, give them some pensions, so as not to make the disciples in the sect feel cold.

As a teacher, I am exhausted mentally and mentally, and there are other important matters to be dealt with, so I will not bother with such trivial matters.

As my big disciple and the future head of the Nanhai faction, it's time for you to take some responsibility.

Step back, I'm tired of being a teacher. "

Daoist Qinglian waved his disciples back, then walked into the cave alone, cast a spell, activated the restriction outside the cave, isolated the inside and outside, and then walked towards the retreat room in a daze.

After walking for a while, he came to the quiet room, but just as he stepped in, he froze suddenly.

Master Qinglian looked at the figure in front of her with a face full of unsureness: "Master...Master..."

Zhong Ci turned his head slowly, with no expression on his face, and said in a calm voice: "Qinglian, you let me down."

It was a calm voice that could not hear any emotions, but it made Master Qinglian, the head teacher of the Nanhai School, tremble suddenly, and then fell to his knees directly.

"Qinglian, Qinglian has met the Lord." Qinglian's panicked voice sounded.

Zhong Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, did not speak, just looked at Qinglian kneeling on the ground in front of him.

The atmosphere in the quiet room suddenly became heavy.

(End of this chapter)