PNB Chapter 326 Back
Chapter 326 Back
Leng Zhuxin couldn't bear to face Mo Qingshan's reluctant eyes again, so she lowered her eyes again.
She blinked her eyelashes and held back the tears.
She reached out and took off the Thousand Faces Lord mask on her face, revealing her true appearance, but her eyes were still purple because of the magic knife.
She raised her head again and looked at Mo Qingshan quietly, her eyes filled with tears.
Mo Qingshan looked at her seriously, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance firmly in his mind.
"You look good, even better than when you were in the demon world. But I still prefer your face that looks like mine."
Mo Qingshan said to Leng Zhuxin with a smile.
Pointing at the Thousand Faces Lord in Leng Zhuxin's hand, he asked, "Did you deliberately transform into my appearance?"
Leng Zhuxin shook her head. "No, I can't completely control the appearance of this mask. I had never seen any member of the Mo family before I put it on."
Leng Zhuxin didn't know why the appearance she transformed from the Thousand Faces King was similar to Mo Qingshan.
We can only blame it on fate.
Mo Qingshan burst into laughter, “It is indeed fate, it was God’s will that sent you to the Mo family and you became my sister.
Qingyun, I hope we will meet again in the future!"
Mo Qingshan couldn't bring himself to say "see you forever". He wiped the tears from his face, called out "Qingyun", and was stunned again.
Ask Leng Zhuxin: "Qingyun is your real name?"
Leng Zhuxin suddenly felt guilty for some reason and touched his nose. "I guess so. I've always used the name Leng Qingyun outside the sect."
"What about within the sect?"
"Leng Zhuxin, Zhuxin."
Leng Zhuxin repeated the word Zhuxin, as if she wanted Mo Qingshan to remember it.
Mo Qingshan recited it silently twice, took the Thousand Faces King from Leng Zhuxin's hand, and put it on Leng Zhuxin himself.
When Leng Zhuxin's face once again transformed into one that was 80% similar to his, he gently tapped Leng Zhuxin's forehead with his finger: "Brother, remember it, it's a very good name.
It fits your personality very well, cold and tough.
I hope that next time we meet, I’ll see the real you.”
Mo Qingshan took out a gift he had prepared long ago from his sleeve. It was a hairpin that he had personally carved with magic crystal.
He chose the most transparent blue magic crystal and carved it into the shape of bamboo with a carving knife.
Mo Qingshan personally inserted the hairpin into Leng Zhuxin's hair and said, "This is a gift from your brother. I didn't expect it to match your real name.
Well, let's go, don't keep them waiting any longer."
After saying that, Mo Qingshan took Leng Zhuxin back to the teleportation array and personally sent Leng Zhuxin into the array.
When the formation was about to be activated, he stuffed the storage bag that Leng Zhuxin had given him last night back into Leng Zhuxin's hands.
The storage bag contained the black crystals that Leng Zhuxin had not used.
"Take it. Our Mo family has no shortage of magic crystals right now. You never know when you might need them again."
Mo Qingshan finished this sentence quickly, and without waiting for Leng Zhuxin to throw the storage bag back, he activated the teleportation array.
After Leng Zhuxin's figure disappeared in front of him, Mo Qingshan looked at the crack in the barrier reluctantly before repairing it.
……
Leng Zhuxin, who was teleported back to Xuanling Continent by the teleportation array, felt a sense of weightlessness.
Afterwards, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in sea water. A mouthful of slightly salty sea water poured into her mouth, choking her and causing her to cough.
I struggled to open my eyes in the water and saw that I was surrounded by blue sea water.
Feeling the spiritual power contained in the sea water, Leng Zhuxin knew that she was back!
Leng Zhuxin stepped hard on the water surface, cutting off the connection between himself and the bloodthirsty knife, and the demonic energy in his dantian turned into spiritual power again.
When he was in the Demon Realm, Leng Zhuxin would practice in the Han Yusuo space every night, and accumulated a lot of spiritual power in his dantian.
The moment he returned to Xuanling Continent, Leng Zhuxin's cultivation began to rise rapidly, and the whirlwind condensed from spiritual energy formed a vortex in the sea.
She was about to break through before she even floated to the surface.
Patriarch Sang quickly took her away.
The speed of the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage was extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, he reached a small island in the center of the sea.
It is a very small island with only a dozen trees on it, and the rest is weeds and gravel.
The more people around the cultivator who is about to break through, the stronger the thunder will be.
Leng Zhuxin was just trying to break through to the late Jindan stage, so there were only nine lightning strikes. However, if Patriarch Sang was by his side, the number would increase to thirteen.
Patriarch Sang quickly set up a protective barrier, and then left the island in a flash.
From a distance of dozens of miles, he was silently watching the situation on the island.
Although the thunder in the middle stage of the Golden Core is stronger than that in the breakthrough of the Golden Core, it is much less.
Leng Zhuxin had already withstood a Jindan-stage thunder tribulation that was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, so this ordinary Jindan-stage mid-stage thunder tribulation was nothing to her.
Just like when he broke through the Golden Elixir stage, Leng Zhuxin did not use any magic weapon to resist, but instead planned to bear it himself and use the thunder to temper his body.
The thunder rumbled down, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.
Leng Zhuxin stood under the thunder and felt that his bones were numb from being split.
But he still insisted on summoning the Feishuang Sword and practicing the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique under the thunder.
The Feishuang Sword carried thunder and lightning wherever it passed. The trees on the island were chopped into ashes the moment they came into contact with the sword energy.
Waves surged around the island, causing the fish in the sea to turn upside down.
Soon the nine thunders ended, and a small spiritual power rain fell. Leng Zhuxin turned his numb wrists and neck, sat down cross-legged, and absorbed the spiritual power rain into his body.
When I opened my eyes again, I felt refreshed.
……
Patriarch Sang arrived at Leng Zhuxin's side as early as when the thunder ended. When Leng Zhuxin opened his eyes, he saw him.
Wan Yu and the others were rescued by Patriarch Sang and taken to a nearby island.
The black iron soul-trapping token has been destroyed, and they can return to their own sects on their own.
The monks had been trapped in the demon world for a long time and almost lost their lives, so they were eager to return home.
The spiritual treasures that were not used up by the Yinshi Sect also returned to their hands, because there were also those of the evil cultivators who defected to the Yinshi Sect. After the cultivators divided them equally, they actually had a lot more than when they were captured.
The token that could be used to communicate with the sect had been destroyed long ago. They didn't know how to contact the sect to pick them up, so they had to regulate their internal energy on the island first. After they recovered a little, they flew away from the sea area on their swords.
Only Wan Yu remained there, waiting for Leng Zhuxin and Sang Laozu.
Leng Zhuxin looked at the deep blue water surrounding the small island, and then looked at the endless ocean.
He seemed to have some feeling and asked Patriarch Sang: "Ancestor, is this the East China Sea?"
"This is indeed the East China Sea. We are not in a hurry to go back. The Hengyuan Realm is about to open. We can stay in Caiyun Town for a while and return to the sect after entering the Hengyuan Realm for training."