Qin Mengyao frowned and said, "Why does Cihang Jingzhai have so much dragon energy? And all these dragon energy are actually in Cihang Palace? Why have I never sensed the existence of dragon energy before?"

When the words came to this point, both Qin Mengyao and Shi Feixuan had some bad premonitions in their hearts.

The nun didn't seem to be surprised at all and said calmly, "That is indeed dragon energy. These dragon energy are the key to ensuring that Cihang Jingzhai has been able to navigate the world for so many years. To be precise, this is the guarantee that the first ancestor Dini can survive to this day.

It is even the key to breaking through the death barrier and cultivating to a higher level."

"What?"

Qin Mengyao's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she felt her heart beating violently in her chest, almost jumping out of her throat.

On the side, Master Fei Xuan also lost her mind for a while.

Thinking about the source of these dragon energy, even my heart is filled with contradictions, entanglements, and ashes.

It turns out that our actions for so many generations with the purpose of helping the world and the real dragon are not as sacred and pure as we really thought.

It turns out that interests were mixed in. It turns out that what the leader of Black Wind Village said was not wrong.

At this time, a stream of true energy rushed into Master Feixuan's body from behind like a warm current, keeping her heart pulse constant, and the nun's voice continued to be heard.

“Although some things are indeed true, it is also true that we at Cihang Jingzhai have done countless good deeds over the years.

Just think about the real dragons we have supported, which one is not a wise king? This is the contribution we have made to the world.

Contribution cannot be erased, which is why fellow martial arts practitioners in the martial arts world respect and recognize us.

There is no absolute black or white in the world. There is white in black and black in white. That is the reality. The key lies in which side you are willing to prefer, so you two do not have to feel frustrated about it. Cihang Jingzhai

As long as you two are still alive, you can still rise in the world."

Shi Feixuan shook her head, closed her eyes, and shed tears silently. She still couldn't accept it for a short time.

Qin Mengyao thought that Le Bingyun and others were afraid of bad luck, and her eyes turned red with sadness, saying, "Cihang Palace has collapsed, I'm afraid that the senior sisters and the first ancestor have all..."

The nun said calmly, without joy or sorrow, "When I rescued you two, Bingyun and the others were all dead. Only Qinghui still had a trace of breath, but I was afraid of the worst. As for the first ancestor,

Even though the leader of the Black Wind Village is powerful, he cannot threaten your ancestors, and even he himself will be in great danger, but the current situation is somewhat unexpected..."

When she said this, the nun also had a look of confusion on her face.

"Although it is wrong for the first ancestor to steal dragon energy, it is also for me, Cihang Jingzhai. As a disciple, Mengyao will not blame the first ancestor. It will be good if she is safe."

Qin Mengyao said, took a breath, looked at the nun and asked softly, "Are you also a senior of our sect? Why have I never seen you before?"

The nun turned her face, her skin was like snow, she was gorgeous and smart, her eyes were shining brightly, and she was full of energy. She was as beautiful as any generation of Cihang Jingzhai's descendants, and even looked 60-70% similar to Wang Yuyan.

, so that Qin Mengyao was stunned.

The nun smiled indifferently and said, "Cihang Jingzhai has been passed down to your generation for seventeen generations, and there are thousands of disciples. Among them, some are hidden in the world, some have passed away, and you young people

How much can this disciple know? I have lived in seclusion for many years, and my dharma name has spread across the sea."

Qin Mengyao saw the beautiful appearance of the nun that was very similar to Wang Yuyan's, and murmured thoughtfully: "It used to be difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it's not clouds..."

Qingyu murmured to this point, thinking that Cihang Jingzhai suffered such a disaster today, and they, the descendants of Cihang who were admired and respected by many people in the world, have all become bereaved dogs. In the future, they will have to hide from the Black Wind Village Master to survive.

For a moment, I felt so complicated and uncomfortable that I didn’t know where to go...

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