The villain, she raised the darling of heaven

The destruction of Qingyun Temple caused an uproar.

The Thirteen Houses of the Conference Hall and the Jiujue Hall are almost the top forces in the Immortal Soul Realm. They maintain a superficial peace that has never been broken.

Everyone fell silent, observing everything in the dark.

"Gu Ming hasn't come yet?"

The masters of the seven halls gathered together, the black round table in front of them had a cold light for no reason, and the two chairs facing each other were empty.

"Xuancang Palace attacked Qingyun Palace privately, what do you guys think?"

A silence.

Compared with the destruction of Qingyun Palace, they wanted to know how the unknown Xuancang Palace swallowed up the First Hall.

The disciples of the Qingyun Hall generally have a higher level of cultivation than the disciples of the other halls, so it can firmly occupy the position of the first hall.

But Xuan Cang Palace?

While thinking, a figure suddenly appeared in the room.

"I would like to inform all the hall masters that the master of the Xuancang Hall has important matters to attend, so it is inconvenient to come here in person, but..."

"But how?" The man's tone was a little anxious.

"Look at—"

A stream of light flashed by, and all the disciples were dressed in bright blue robes, soul stones and treasures of heaven and earth were all over the floor.

That is all the wealth of Qingyun Palace, and now all of it has fallen into the hands of Xuancang Palace.

The scheming seven old foxes naturally don't focus on this, it's not the scariest thing.

Xuan Cangdian sent this video not to show off their wealth, but to demonstrate.

The thousands of disciples on the video are all in Nirvana state.

This is enough to put everyone off.

After the Xuancang Palace wiped out the Qingyun Palace, there are still so many elite disciples.

Haven't they lost anything?

Under the dim light, the old faces were suddenly tinged with fear, and most of the inexplicable thoughts rested.

Xuancang Palace's method is too mysterious and too weird.

Of course, only the people in Xuan Cang Palace know the real situation.

The first thing the elders did when they came back was to count the number of people.

Don't look at the glamorous video, in fact, the nearly thousand disciples in it are all the surviving disciples of Xuan Cang Palace.

In other words, the current Xuan Cang Palace, including the blood curse clan, has less than 2000 people.

Naturally, Shen Yu didn't care how many people died, since her goal had been achieved anyway.

As long as the Xuancang Palace is firmly seated as the first hall of the Jiujue Palace, things will be much easier in the future.

"Send the video to everyone in Soul Wonderland."

Shen Yu slumped on the soft couch crookedly, and the only four remaining elders stood below.

Staring at the woman's lazy gaze, Ye Zikun had a rebellious thought in his heart: If this woman had appeared earlier, the current Xuan Cang Palace would have already crushed other forces.

This woman is terrifyingly powerful.

Such strength does not only refer to strength, but also scheming and courage. Most importantly, she is very bold.

With the current situation, as long as another force sneaks in, the Xuan Cang Palace with less than 2000 people will definitely not be able to support it. After all, there are only four elders left.

But women are so bold.

She is betting, and she bets that no one is more ruthless than her.

As the old saying goes, danger comes with opportunity.

But the twelve houses of the Discussion Hall, the remaining seven halls of the Jiujue Hall, as well as the Undead Tribe and the Black Market are all top forces. When they reach their status, they all pay attention to the word "stability".

So she is confident that no one will take the risk.

The fact is just as she expected.

Everyone is watching, but no one is willing to stand out.

The exhausted resources of the Xuancang Palace were also filled after the Qingyun Palace was plundered.

While other forces waited and watched, the Xuan Cang Palace expanded its recruitment of disciples openly and aboveboard.

Before everyone was ready to move, Shen Yu threw the Soul Exploding Pill out again, like a thunderclap exploding in the vast sky.

Soul Explosive Pill, regardless of aptitude, will be upgraded to Nirvana state.

It is very easy to get it, as long as you sign a soul contract with Xuancang Palace and work hard for Xuancang Palace for ten years.

But it was not easy, because with Shen Yu's goal of winning the Jiujue Temple in eight years, some people could not live for ten years at all.

The world doesn't know the plan of Xuan Cang Palace, they just want to stand out.

While the Hall of Discussion and other forces were studying the Explosive Soul Pill, countless casual cultivators flocked to Xuancang Hall like crazy.

It seemed natural that Qingyun Palace became another branch of Xuancang Palace.

The world seemed to be dumb, and under the cover of the Explosive Soul Pill, no one mentioned this matter.

And this earth-shaking change happened in just three months.

Three months is short enough to say that the Qingyun Temple, which had been stable for thousands of years, disappeared overnight, and long enough to say that Gu Jun thought he had finished his life.

"There's no need to go back, Qingyun Palace is gone."

Gu Jun, who just woke up, couldn't hear the man's voice clearly, and fell into a daze.

"What do you mean?"

"The Palace of Qingyun has been destroyed." The owner of the Changsheng Pavilion is an old man with a white beard. In the past, the white color showed kindness, but now it made Gu Jun feel dazzling.

Gu Jun opened his mouth, he thought he had spoken, but no sound came out.

"Being wiped out... There will always be such a day, and everyone will have such a day."

His voice was extremely hoarse, I don't know if it was to comfort himself, or what.

Seeing that he didn't shed a single tear, and his face was even considered indifferent, the pavilion master was relieved.

"Since you are well, leave the Changsheng Pavilion as soon as possible. I have already done what I promised the old man."

At first, he wanted to take him in for a few days, but it seemed that he was unnecessary.

"Thank you-"

Gu Jun didn't have any expression on her face, she got up and walked out, heading north without any pause, just like usual.

The pavilion master glanced upstairs, and the dazzling sunlight fell on Gu Jun's back, casting a layer of light on him, making him taller than ever, as if nothing could knock him down.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be thankful for the man's cold blood, or feel sad for Qing Yundian.

The scene behind him changed again and again. For some reason, the sky in Gu Jun's eyes was gray, and the clouds were pressed down very low.

The air seemed to be stuffy and suffocated, there was no wind, and the tip of the nose smelled only obscure mud and fishy smell.

He felt irritable and annoyed for no reason.

Why is the sky not farther from the ground?Being so close makes the world seem to be covered with a huge cover, all living beings will be suffocated inside, and all struggles are meaningless.

Although he is slightly world-weary, his feet are walking faster and faster.

All the way to the north, you will reach the Prisoner Mountains.

Gu Jun thought that he was probably a very cold-blooded person.

Even after hearing that Qingyun Palace was destroyed, he still wanted to find Bai Jiu.

Ultimately, all he cares about is himself.