First Summoner

Shen Yan gently raised her hand, slowly placed it on Jiu Zhuan's small and exquisite head, and gently stroked it, as if conveying some warmth and comfort.

"Your Majesty will definitely come back alive." Shen Yan said softly, "As for Wu Ying and the others, after my situation stabilizes, I will ask them if they want to follow me."

"Master, I will listen to you!" Jiu Zhuan nodded repeatedly.

Shen Yan comforted Jiu Zhuan for a while, then she walked to the green ball that was still in deep sleep. She stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then reached out and stroked the green ball.

The green ball seemed to smell the fragrance and instinctively moved towards Shen Yan's hand.

Seeing this, Jiu Zhuan sighed softly, "How long will Tuanzi have to sleep before waking up?"

When Shen Yan stroked the green ball, her heart and soul were in turmoil. Several fragmentary images flashed quickly in her mind, but soon disappeared.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the green ball, as if thinking about something.

The green ball is the Nether Core, and it contains the power that was sealed before her death in her previous life.

Perhaps, when it wakes up, she will be able to regain control of her own power as the Underworld Emperor. Then she can charge into the Land of the Fallen Gods and look for the fragments of Feng Xingyao's soul.

The green ball seemed to sense what she was thinking, and its chubby little body rolled over with effort, as if to say: Don't worry, Master, I won't let you wait too long.

Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, you finally smiled." Jiu Zhuan looked surprised. He hugged Shen Yan's thighs and said excitedly.

"Ah."

Shen Yan responded lightly.

She stayed in the supernatural space for a short time and then left.

After returning to the room, she saw that her Shura friends had not woken up yet, so she began to meditate and practice.

at the same time.

Dean Ning Zhen has contacted someone through secret techniques.

"Master, today a young woman came to Mount Taipu. She tried to find out about you. She also knew that you came from the underworld, and maybe she guessed that you were faking your death. So, she asked me to tell you something: Honghong wants to see you."

The person on the other side breathed a little disordered after hearing the last sentence.

"What was the young woman's name?"

"My surname is Shen, and my name is Xingke." Dean Ning Zhen answered truthfully.

The person on the other side was silent for a moment, as if trying to calm down, and finally murmured: "She's finally back..."

Dean Ning Zhen was suddenly startled.

And in the next moment——

"Do your best to protect her and wait for me to come back." The person on the other side said in a firm voice.

"Master, who is she?!" Dean Ning Zhen was shocked and couldn't help asking.

"She's my sister."

Upon hearing this, Dean Ning Zhen's pupils shrank slightly and he couldn't help but gasp.

The Grandmaster actually has a younger sister?!

Shen Xingke is actually the master's sister! Doesn't that mean Shen Xingke is of a higher generation than her?

Dean Ning Zhen was in a very complicated mood at the moment. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then quickly told her about the incident in the Nameless Realm.

After hearing this, the person on the other side said, "Ning Zhen, I want you to do everything in your power to protect her."

"Yes, Master!"

Dean Ning Zhen responded respectfully.

Then, she asked, "Master, when will you come back?"

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

Yanyan, wait for sister.

...

At the same moment——

The boundary between the outer circle and the inner circle of the prehistoric world.

A green figure slowly emerged.

The young man was wearing a green Taoist robe, had a handsome face, fair skin, and slightly frowned eyebrows, as if he was troubled by something.

"That person actually saved Shen Yan from a disaster..."

His tone was quite emotional.

It was already evening. He looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and stars had already appeared in the sky.

He held the divination object in his hands and muttered a dozen incantations in a low voice.

Soon, he figured it out.

"Shen Yan's luck is beginning to turn around."

"The Shen family will be back soon..."

"The prehistoric world, and even the entire world, is about to be in chaos."

This young Taoist priest was Qingwu. He had a sad face and his lips were slightly pale.

The divination he just read made him temporarily blind.

He sighed, took out his cane skillfully, and walked forward slowly.

He complained as he walked.

"I don't want to do this kind of work in my next life."

"Can I be an ordinary person in my next life?"

"Really!"

Just as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, frightening Qingwu so much that he fell backwards and sat on the ground in a mess.

At this time, a cold young man's voice came from not far away.

"Are you OK?"

Qingwu was alert instantly. He looked in the direction of the sound and smiled stupidly, "It's okay, it's okay."

As he said this, he stood up again with the help of his crutches.

"Okay." The owner of the voice responded slowly and was about to leave.

Qingwu's crutch seemed to suddenly go crazy and smashed towards the man.

The young man subconsciously gathered his spiritual power to block it.

Qingwu realized something was wrong. He raised his hands slightly and groped forward. His face turned pale and he spoke very quickly: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Can you give me back my cane?"

"Okay." The man replied.

But Qingwu waited for a while, but the boy didn't return the cane to him. Just when he wanted to ask -

"Your crutches are tangled around my feet."

Qingwu: “???”

"What?" Qingwu asked politely.

The boy repeated it in a complicated tone.

Qingwu choked, then smiled and said, "Excuse me, sir, did you break my cane? Even if so, I won't blame you. After all, it was my cane that attacked you first. However, I don't want you to treat me like a fool."

The boy's face was slightly cold, "I don't need to fool you."

He lowered his eyes to look at the crutch wrapped around his foot, which now looked like a tangled knot.

He gathered his spiritual power and tried to shake it away.

But this crutch seemed to have become a spirit and could not be opened at all.

Qingwu heard the angry tone of the other party and immediately realized that he had misunderstood him. His face flushed, and after saying "I'm sorry", he said to the crutch: "Come back."

no response.

"return!"

Qingwu called out a few more times.

But the crutch still didn't respond.

It was obvious that he had entangled the young man.

At this moment, Qingwu gradually realized something. His face changed and he asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is your last name?"

The young man was dressed in white at this time. He was extremely handsome, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and very red lips. He was the kind of young man who was stunning at first sight.

He frowned slightly after hearing Qingwu's words.

What does this have to do with his last name?

"My last name is Shui." The young man answered in a soft voice.

water?

Now it was Qingwu's turn to be puzzled.

He habitually wanted to tell fortunes, but the last divination had already injured his body. If he told fortunes again, he might fall into a coma.