Chapter 983 Huangfu Jingyun is captured, Liu Ruyan recovers

"Daoyou, I am Huangfu Jingyun, the leader of the Tianxing Sect in the Endless Sea. I accidentally fell into a space crack and came here. I have no intention of offending you."

Huangfu Jingyun was very depressed. He didn't expect to end up in the base of a big force.

This island has only one or two thousand people at most. It is impossible for a family that can produce a fusion to have only this number of people.

He can judge that this island should be just a base of the Mu family, not the base camp of the Mu family, which means that there is more than one fusion.

"Tianxing Sect!"

Mu Liunian murmured, turned to a middle-aged man and said, "Linghui, go back to the family and check the information of this person."

"Yes!"

"Cough... cough..."

Huangfu Jingyun coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes full of anxiety, "Daoyou Mu, I didn't mean to offend you. Now I urgently need to retreat to heal my wounds. Please let me go!"

Mu Liunian sneered, made seals with his hands, and mysterious runes fell into Huangfu Jingyun's dantian one by one.

Huangfu Jingyun was startled. He looked inside and found that his weak Nascent Soul had been covered by a green net.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but it is true that you broke into my Mu family. Before I figure out your identity, you should stay as a guest on my Chuyun Island!"

"It will also be convenient for you to recuperate."

"Bring fellow Daoist Huangfu in!"

Mu Liunian walked towards the island, and two Mu family members carried Huangfu Jingyun and followed him.

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Qianzhu Mountain Range, Lingxiao Palace's branch in Guling Continent.

Xi Hun has the cultivation of the middle stage of the fusion, and is the head of this branch.

At this moment, he was sitting in a courtyard, holding a formation plate in his hand and talking to himself.

"Notify them, except for the disciples in Tianyunfang City, all others should come back to me, and wait for the sect to come."

"Yes!"

Xi Hun put away the formation plate, rubbed his eyes, and looked tired.

The next moment, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, and then he took out the communication array disk, cast a spell into it, and a solemn voice sounded: "Master Xi, there is a man outside, claiming to be Master Kong Fan, we dare not let him in."

"Brother Kong!"

Xi Hun's face became more and more confused.

The sect's cross-spiritual treasure ship has only been away for three years, and it has not even traveled one-third of the journey, let alone returning.

"I want to see who it is?"

He hurriedly got up and walked out.

Outside the Qianzhu Mountains, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes leaned against a huge rock, his body covered with dried blood and a broken hand. This person was Kong Fan.

His left hand was destroyed by the space storm, and his storage ring was also lost, resulting in him not even having replacement clothes.

He had been to the Ancient Spirit Continent and had guarded the Qianzhu Mountains for a hundred years. He immediately determined his location and then rushed to the branch rudder.

He seemed to sense something, and looked up at the mountain. A white cloud floated down from above, and more than a dozen people stood on it, led by Xi Hun.

After a while, the white cloud fell to the ground, and Xi Hun walked towards Kong Fan with a frown.

"Junior Brother Xi!"

Kong Fan's weak voice sounded, and he quickly stood up, and with one hand he pulled away the messy hair that blocked his eyes, revealing an extremely pale face.

Xi Hun was slightly shocked when he saw Kong Fan's appearance, but he still did not dare to let his guard down.

He asked through voice transmission: "I entered the mountain gate with Senior Brother Kong. He knows many of my secrets. Tell me a few of them."

Kong Fan was stunned, and then he said through voice transmission: "Back then, the two of us explored an ancient cultivator's cave together. The Wheel Sutra you practiced was obtained from it."

Xi Hun glanced at him and said: "I have been in the Ancient Spirit Continent for so many years. Although I don't know many cultivators, I know quite a few."

"You have a red mole on your right buttocks. You said it means you have lofty ambitions."

"And your chest..."

"Stop!"

Xi Hun hurriedly stopped Kong Fan.

Looking back at the disciples behind him, he was relieved to see that no one was unusual. Fortunately, he kept a trick and chose to communicate through voice transmission.

"Senior Brother Kong, how did you get into this state? You didn't come here by yourself, did you?"

Xi Hun was shocked. Some people did not use the Cross-Spirit Treasure Ship to cross long distances with their own cultivation, but most of them did not end well.

"Hey! It's a long story."

"Let's make it short."

"Let me recover first."

Xi Hun also realized that Kong Fan was not in good condition at this moment, and hurriedly took him to the mountain base.

After swallowing some spiritual medicine, Kong Fan's mana began to slowly recover, and he immediately explained everything to Xi Hun.

"So, everyone who entered the space crack is likely to have come to the Ancient Spirit Continent."

Xi Hun's face was full of disbelief. He didn't expect Kong Fan to come in this way.

"Things are not absolute. Those who can't resist the space storm will definitely fall into it."

"But the most important thing now is to find out the whereabouts of Junior Brother Zhao."

Xi Hun sighed slightly: "I have encountered a problem here, I am afraid it will be difficult to send more people."

"What's going on?"

Kong Fan frowned.

"Junior Brother Zhang and Junior Sister Su died outside three years ago."

"What?"

"I'm worried that there are forces targeting my Lingxiao Palace. I've ordered everyone to return, except for the disciples in the market. That's why I'm so wary of you."

Although Lingxiao Palace is powerful, after all, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, and he doesn't have much to do.

"Could it be the work of an alien race?"

"We don't know yet, wait for the sect to bring the Lingxiao Mirror! If it's an alien race, it's okay, but if it's a human force, don't blame us for being cruel."

Xi Hun said with a murderous look on his face.

Liu Family, Yuxiu Peak.

A secluded courtyard, Liu Zhengtang stood in the courtyard, walking back and forth, looking anxious.

At this moment, a huge breath came from a room.

Liu Zhengtang was refreshed and wanted to go in, but was afraid of disturbing.

While hesitating, a cold voice came from the door: "Uncle, come in!"

After hearing this, Liu Zhengtang first tidied his clothes, then pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, Liu Ruyan was wearing a jet-black dress with a faint smile on her face.

"Ruyan, you finally recovered!"

Liu Zhengtang walked over happily, thinking of Liu Ruyan's previous condition, and said distressedly: "Don't be so stubborn in the future."

"I know, I have to thank uncle for his help."

"I didn't help much, it mainly depends on Li Daoyou and his wife."

"Li Daoyou!"

Liu Ruyan's face condensed, and the white-haired figure involuntarily appeared in her mind, but she didn't dare to believe it.

Liu Zhengtang saw her thoughts and nodded affirmatively: "It's Li Changsheng!"

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhengtang told everything that Li Changsheng and his wife had done for Liu Ruyan.

"Where are they now?"

Liu Zhengtang raised his eyebrows and said uncertainly: "They should have left!"

Liu Ruyan heard this, and a hint of loss flashed in her eyes.

Liu Zhengtang suddenly took out the communication array disk, and cast a spell into it. An anxious voice sounded: "Patriarch, the Curse God Abyss exploded. The seniors of Lingxiao Palace want to know the situation from you and are waiting in the reception room."

"What?"