The thirteenth day of the construction of the spirit-inspiring lamp.

"Are you still unwilling to respond to me now?"

Senior Brother Ning Qing asked in a low voice about Duansu, who was silent. Duansu did not respond to Senior Brother Ning Qing, as if it was a cultural relic that had been buried for almost a thousand years.

Duan Su is not a spiritual sword, but a magic sword.

The blood-devouring magic sword.

When he woke up, Senior Brother Ning Qing did not want to wake it up, because now he is living in a peaceful and prosperous era, and the struggle has gone far away from him. Although the power of this magic sword is great, Ning Qing can only tame it in his heyday.

But the struggle will never stop.

Senior Brother Ning Qing sat on the cushion of Qinglian Taoist Temple and stretched out his hand to touch Duan Su's sword blade. He remembered what his master said when he handed the sword to him.

'There is no difference between good and evil in those who practice the truth. Everyone is capable and has the power to seize the heavenly fortune. How can people with such power gather together? Ning Qing, remember... You are too gentle and do everything to help them from the beginning of practicing Taoism. Never seek any benefit for yourself. I will give you this sword to you... To remind you that some things in the world can only be obtained by fighting!'

In the eyes of Senior Brother Ning Qing, the words of the master were very contrary to the Taoist tradition of the Qinglian Sword Sect, but Senior Brother Ning Qing still listened to it. So after that, he fought for Junior Sister Xunyi from the master and his uncle, and he was the one who he loved for the rest of his life.

During this period, Senior Brother Ning Qing was talking to Duansu, that is, let Duansu absorb his own blood and recast his sword body.

When Senior Brother Ning Qing got the blood essence, he ate it and recovered some of his skills. Now he only needs to absorb a part of Senior Brother Ning Qing's blood, and it can recast its sword body.

But this magic sword was unwilling to do the serious thing that seemed to be done by every magic sword.

It is still very clear that the meal is saturated and full.

It signed a sword agreement with Senior Brother Ning Qing to coexist and live in symbiosis, and Senior Brother Ning Qing’s lifespan is equal to its lifespan.

So this sword is not so stupid that he sacrificed himself to save the Blood God Sect.

“Well.”

Senior Brother Ning Qing did not force the quitting of the sutra anymore. The realm he pursued was that everything could be a sword. Restoring the quitting of the sutra was just to ensure the war with the Sect Spirit Qifei Tiangong.

During the thirteen-day live broadcast, the number of visitors to Qinglian Taoist Temple every day increased from the initial one hundred to 3,400.

This incense is much less than the incense that can be collected when the Qinglian Sword Sect was in its prime in ancient times, but Senior Brother Ning Qing didn't mind these.

Senior Brother Ning Qing can collect about fifty strands of spiritual energy every day by relying on Lu Yuan's facial paralysis collecting method.

But the actual spiritual energy generated may be five hundred strands, one thousand strands or even more, but it has lost a lot of it too far away.

If it weren't for the spiritual spring of the Century Building to improve the collection range and efficiency of spiritual energy, there might not even be fifty strands of spiritual energy.

Based on the above, the remaining spiritual energy surplus on Senior Brother Ning Qing’s hand is exactly five thousand strands. These five thousand strands should have been used to awaken his two junior brothers and junior sisters.

But now... I can only let them wait for a while.

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At the foot of Bloodshen Mountain.

"I don't understand." Bai Xunai bit a wooden spoon and kept complaining, "Why are those disciples of the Blood God Sect so stubborn? They would rather starve to death than come out to drink the porridge. If I had come out of the mountain to move the pot of the porridge back to the sect, which was both loyal and could fill my stomach. You said that's right, Sister Xunyi?"

Junior sister Xunyi didn't say anything. She held the wooden bowl in her hand and drank the porridge in the wooden bowl very elegantly as if drinking tea.

Judging from the ingredients and taste of this bowl of porridge, Liutian Palace is not short of grain reserves. It is not an exaggeration to call it a fairy meal in the porridge.

The important thing is that the taste is very good. You can feel the fragrance of mugwort when you drink it. It’s a porridge... only porridge can be eaten, but it’s still too light after all.

"I don't know what those disciples of the Blood God Sect are waiting for. They really think that in the dragon vein with dead spirits now... which force can save them under such circumstances?" Bai Xunai continued to complain when she saw that Junior Sister Xunyi did not respond.

But Bai Xunai's complaints also make sense.

Junior sister Xunyi looked up at the ghosts sleeping in the seven heavenly palace of the sect spirit. The ghosts might not be able to describe their horror. They should be said to be the ancient evil spirits.

These ancient evil spirits are over 100. Even if Xunyi's junior sister has the Zhou Jue Sword, it will be difficult to completely eliminate them. Can reinforcements from the Blood God Sect and others really have the ability to resist?

Don't come...

Junior sister Xunyi looked at the other side of the Blood God Mountain. She didn't care about the life or death of the Shu Pavilion. What she was afraid of was that Senior Brother Ning Qing would also come forward to fight against Zong Ling Qifei Tiangong.

Just as Junior Sister Xunyi was thinking this... a ghost-controlling official suddenly ran to Bai Xunai's side.

"Young Master! A group of monks were found on the side of Blood Sacred Mountain! They seemed to be building something!"

"It's finally here!" All Bai Xunai could do in these thirteen days was cooking porridge and sleeping, cooking porridge... she was so bored that she was almost yawning!

Now the reinforcements from the Blood God Sect have finally arrived.

"Did you see that they are cultivators from that sect?" Bai Xunai asked.

The reason why she was so excited was that there was finally a new sect to capture... and it was impossible to win over.

Now every monk is an extremely scarce non-renewable resource in the dragon veins and spiritual springs! Therefore, every time she recruits a monk to join the Six Heavens Palace, it is extremely important to her status in the Six Heavens Palace.

So where did these wild monks come from?

"From the perspective of architectural skills, it seems... it is the Mo family." said the ghost-rewarding official.

"Mo family! OK! I didn't expect that the Blood God Sect who had been waiting for so long was the Mo family. This really gave me a big gift!"

Bai Xunai could not suppress the smile on his face when he heard the words Mo family...

Under the current circumstances, different sects are divided into different levels in terms of "practicality". The Blood God Sect is an excellent sect in producing spiritual energy, while the Mo family is an excellent sect in building auxiliary construction.

If she could successfully win over the Mo family, her achievements would be no less than that she would bring the disciples of the Blood God Sect back to the Six Heavens Palace!

"Hurry! Take someone... I'm not going to meet the Mo family monks in person." Bai Xunai knew that he had to show his sincerity at this time. Thinking of this, she looked back at Xunyi and asked, "Sister Xunyi, do you want to be with me?"

If the two young palace lords of the Six Heavenly Palace came forward to greet them in person... this great gift may not have been there in the past when Jiuyou was in full swing.

"No need." Junior sister Xunyi said as she added a bowl of porridge to herself and started drinking it expressionlessly.

"My sister Xunyi, your introverted personality has not changed at all. Forget it, I will go to see the Mo family monks in person this time."

“…”

Junior sister Xunyi watched her childhood friend’s departure. In fact, she had another sentence behind her, that is, ‘I can’t come back if I go.’

The Mohist monks now have no mechanical beasts, and they know that their combat power is equivalent to that of weak chickens.

But since they dare to build woodworking in the crisis-ridden dragon vein, there must be a master's protection behind the scenes.

Taoist He Chen also noticed this, but the people in the Sect Spirit Qifei Tiangong were all very arrogant. Taoist He Chen sent five ancient evil spirits and three ghost officials to follow their young palace masters, and he continued to fight with the Sect Master of the Blood God Sect.

Maybe Taoist He Chen believes that even if there are masters in the Mo family, their young palace master will definitely be able to run if they don’t win this configuration.

But Junior Sister Xunyi felt that there was a high probability that she would run away, and Taoist He Chen might be able to run away in the past.

When I first encountered Lu Yuan, the feeling of powerlessness and fear that the whole body of spiritual energy was pulled away by Lu Yuan remained in Xunyi's heart.

This is a situation she has not encountered for thousands of years. Her spiritual energy that she had cultivated for thousands of years suddenly betrayed her feeling, as if she was betrayed by her own cultivation.

At that time, Lu Yuan showed mercy and let her go. This time, Junior Sister Xunyi would not go head-on with Lu Yuan again.

But the young palace master of the Tianzhen Sect Spirit Seven Faith Heavenly Palace did not know this. She still believed that the monks and strength of the Six Heavenly Palace were invincible in the dragon veins.

Lord Shu, let me see your true strength.

After finishing drinking the porridge in his hand, Xunyi put on a black hat commonly used by the ghost officer and hid among the tents.
Chapter completed!