Ling Xi was walking in an endless desert, with the scorching sun above his head, but his body couldn't control the cold. He couldn't help but tremble and continued to walk forward.

The biting cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife. Ling Xi finally couldn't hold on and fell into the sand to breathe. The sun in the sky became more and more blurred, becoming a afterimage in his raised fingertips.

Several calls from the outside world gradually became clear. Ling Xi suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the bed and got up, and his head was covered with silver hair spread to his shoulders.

A formation was engraved on the ground around him to gather spiritual energy. The overflowing milky white mist-shaped spiritual energy was stirred around by Ling Xi's actions.

As soon as he stood up with force, the wounds on his chest and shoulders began to squeak violently, and he had to give up this idea. The wounds on his shoulders and chest were wrapped with neat white bandages, and they must have been washed and replaced every day.

"Is anyone?" Ling Xi's gaze was blocked by the misty spiritual energy, and he could not see anything. He could only vaguely identify the beam of a palace above his head.

"You're waking up."

Xiaoling's voice relaxed Ling Xi, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Where is this?"

"You fell in the desert at that time, and it was Tuxi who saved you. Our Guyun Sect people then found the Western Regions and brought you back seriously injured. You were unconscious for many days. Du Yu engraved this formation to protect you from external interference."

"The wound he treated me?" Ling Xi took a breath of air conditioning and touched her shoulders. New flesh should have grown there and it would not take long to heal. That old man Du Yu could bandage Ling Xi's wounds so carefully. Ling Xi thought of this kind of scene.

"It's Zi Lan. She has refined a lot of healing pills for you and can help you treat your wounds."

"Zi Lan?" Ling Xi felt uneasy. Du Yu didn't care. He had known his situation for a long time. He was worried that Zi Lan would not be able to help but tell Ling Yingxi when he saw his appearance.

The spirit mist was pushed away by a slender hand. Zi Lan hummed an unknown song and took out a few white cloth strips from the wooden basket. She squatted down and wanted to change the bandages for Ling Xi as usual.

Before Ling Xi could lie down, her forehead collided with Zi Lan. Zi Lan was stunned for a few seconds, and the song she hummed in her mouth stopped, and the light green contact lenses shrank into a line and stared at Ling Xi.

"I'm awake." Ling Xi coughed awkwardly and reminded. Zi Lan smiled and raised her body and said, "Isn't this normal? Take off your clothes and I'll change your bandage."

"I'll do it myself." Ling Xi refused.

Zi Lan stepped forward without saying a word and took off Ling Xi's top, revealing his plump muscle lines and twisted scars.

"How do you change the bandage yourself? You have no soul." She scratched her fingers, and the bandage on Ling Xi's body slid down. The new strip of cloth wrapped around it, wrapping up the wound that Ling Xi had not healed yet.

Ling Xi's cheeks were slightly red. It was the first time that she had such an intimate contact with a woman, so she grabbed her clothes and put them on again.

"Your hair is good. Why are you dyeing it? It's so beautiful." Zi Lan buttoned him and asked half-jokingly.

"Sister Zi Lan," Ling Xi lifted the sleeve of her left arm, revealing the blood-red and ostentatious Tian Ni pattern, and asked: "Don't tell Ying Xi about this."

"I don't know anything." Zi Lan glanced at Tian Niwen casually and said lightly: "No matter what you are, don't forget that your life is also fate, don't take it seriously. If you care about her, she cares about you too."

"I understand, so I will try my best to survive." Ling Xi laughed out loud, looking completely indifferent.

Zi Lan smiled and turned around and walked out of the spirit fog: "You can go out and have a look when the injury is almost healed. Sister Yingxi hasn't come back yet, you have a lot of thoughts."

"She hasn't come back yet."

"She must stay there. The Tianwu Empire wants her to keep her promise. Before destroying the rebel army, she will not send troops and soldiers to help Guyun Sect."

"Use each other?" Ling Xi said bluntly.

"Whatever you think." Zi Lan took a set of spiritual outfits from outside the spirit fog and walked in and put them at Ling Xi's hand: "Wear this."

"This set of spiritual outfit..." Ling Xi picked up the robe and doubt flashed in his eyes. He remembered that it was cut by Eliluus. Since he could not resist the soul, it was equivalent to being ruined.

"Do you think the things our first sect leader used were so bad?" Zi Lan smiled, picking up her spiritual outfit for Ling Xi to see clearly.

The original opening of the shoulder disappeared and the magical healing back to its original state.

"This is a Gen-level spiritual equipment, mainly made of spider silk from Wushui. One of the three magic weapons that the Kaishan Sect Master travels to the heavens can heal automatically. There are two other pieces, each of which is a set of armor that can be put into his body, and a Wuze spear. Unfortunately, these two pieces have been lost and I don't know where they have been lost."

After hearing the explanation, Ling Xi asked, "How could those two spiritual weapons be lost? No matter how hard the Guyun Sect is, he will not be able to save his relics."

"Now, my adoptive father has seen the first sect leader in the entire Guyun Sect. I heard him tell him when I was a child. The sect leader was extremely rebellious when he was young, but he changed a lot after returning from the heaven world. In addition to wearing this set of spiritual clothes, he lost two other magic weapons in the heaven world. Until his death, he kept silent about the experience in the heaven world and even issued a mountain seal order to the entire sect." Zi Lan told the story, leaving Ling Xi alone to ponder: "You can rest here. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Ling Xi didn't know what the sect leader, who didn't even want to leave his name, had experienced. The soul had been alone in the tomb for thousands of years, just to advise Ling Xi, waiting for him, the destined person. The reason for this made Ling Xi even more difficult to guess.

Ling Xi's stomach was rumbling, and she hadn't eaten anything with spiritual energy for a long time. Fortunately, there was this formation to gather spiritual energy so that Ling Xi would not be hungry and exhausted.

He put on the spiritual outfit, covered himself tightly again, and barely got up and walked out of the spiritual mist.

A wooden sign was alone in the candlelight, and the lonely shadow and the trembling flames shook together, dragging out a long shadow. Ling Xi recognized this as the token of the first sect leader and couldn't help but bow.

This place should be the back mountain palace. Du Yu had no other place to accommodate him, so he had to put him here.

"I'm disturbing, sect leader." Ling Xi thanked him and turned around and stepped out of the threshold of the hall.

The sound of shouts of killing came into Ling Xi's ears. He stopped at first, and then looked at the vast platform in front of the palace.

Hundreds of sword-holding disciples dressed in white robes formed a square formation, swung their swords together, and formed a formation with their bodies. Their cultivation was all in the spiritual cultivation realm, with a steady momentum, and their sword skills were erect and erotic. Every move showed thousands of changes.

Ling Xi glanced over the group of people, but he didn't even know any of them. Du Yuzheng stood aside without saying a word and saw Ling Xi walk out of the hall and turn his eyes.

Ling Xi opened his mouth and asked, "Who are they?"

Du Yu replied calmly: "A new disciple."

"Have you forgotten the sect rules? We only recruited disciples once a hundred years." Ling Xi asked in confusion, accidentally touching the wound on his chest and frowned.

"I am the sect leader, and I have the final say in this sect. It is an extraordinary period. I have recruited these disciples in order to deal with the royal court. Isn't that right?" Du Yu's righteous look made Ling Xi sneer.

"Senior, you're kidding. Where did you find so many geniuses in the spiritual cultivation realm? We have only recruited dozens of disciples in a century. Can you spend a month help these hundreds of geniuses in the spiritual cultivation realm enter our sect wholeheartedly?"

Du Yu's lie was exposed and his face turned dark: "You don't have to worry too much, don't forget that you are just a disciple."

"Then are you a disciple?" Ling Xi looked at the spiritual card in the hall and asked: "Do you dare to say such things in front of the first sect leader? Have you taken the development of our Guyun Sect to heart?"

Du Yu suppressed the anger in his heart and pointed at Ling Xi and said, "I am for Guyun Sect and you don't need to interfere. Since you are a disciple now, leave me here. If you weren't injured, I'll let you know what a lesson is."

When the disciples heard the argument, they all stopped and looked here in confusion.

Ling Xi's pupils shrank and stared at someone's arm. The wind was clear, and he lifted up a person's sleeve, revealing the red patterns faintly visible inside, and said in a lost voice: "What is that?!"

Ling Xi ignored his injuries and grabbed Du Yu's clothes like crazy: "That is the forbidden technique I practice! Do you want these hundreds of people to die?!"

Du Yu's face was like frost, and he patted Ling Xi's hand and refused to answer.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"They were all voluntary. Without them, sacrifice would be greater." Du Yu retorted that Ling Xi could not speak, and he had no choice but to let go.

"It was my fault, he talked to me. I taught him the Tian Ni Kung Fu. He did nothing wrong. Do you just hope that Guyun Sect will disappear?" Xiaoling's voice came to Ling Xi's mind.

Ling Xi had no reaction at all and listened to Xiao Ling's narration in a slight way.

"You go and talk to Zi Lan. She got the book. It was left to you by a eldest princess named Tu Xi in the Western Regions." Du Yu no longer paid attention to Ling Xi and supervised those people to practice as usual.

"He has changed." Ling Xi sighed, and walked down the mountain without knowing what to say.

Zi Lan flew from a distance and was holding a vermilion book. She happened to run into Ling Xi and handed him the book in her hand.

"Ling Xi, this is your thing."

Ling Xi took the book and the pages were covered with rough pasting marks, which seemed a little messy.

"I understand." Without Zi Lan's explanation, Ling Xi immediately grabbed the book in his hand and said to himself, passing Zi Lan and stepping down the mountain steps.

"Where are you going? Your injury has not healed yet." Zi Lan held Ling Xi and stopped him from going down the mountain. Ling Xi shook her head and pushed Zi Lan away: "I have a lot to do. Sister Zi Lan, please give me some optimism about Senior Du Yu during this period. I think he is a bit abnormal."

Zi Lan's eyes flashed, guessing Ling Xi's thoughts: "Are you going to find Sister Yingxi?"

"In addition to her, I also have to rescue the owner of this book and return the property to the original owner." Ling Xi raised his hand and shook the book in his hand, stepped on the empty space, and almost fell down.

A huge figure passed through the sky, circled the palace, then stopped in front of Ling Xi, and roared at him with joy.

"Hongjing, thank you." Ling Xi put on the purple fluff on Hongjing's back and turned it behind with the force. Needless to say, Hongjing spread his wings and took Ling Xi away with his heart.
Chapter completed!