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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百五十三章 月儿引发的天兆

"Yes, Miss Lin, I understand." Lu Ying'er nodded. Wu Yun'er's face was also full of a look of obedience.

Cloud Province and You Province were different. If a sect or family did not have an婴期 cultivator, it would be hard to even stand on its own ground, let alone expand outwardly.

The young master could not possibly remain permanently at the main hall, but with these ten元婴期 puppets as assistants, his sect would have fewer worries.

She wondered what kind of treasure the young master had used to complete this exchange with Heavenly Craft Sect.

Thinking about Lin Xuan's deep feelings and loyalty, the two girls were filled with gratitude.

However, things were not over. Lin Xuan waved his hand, and a flash of green light appeared, revealing two more storage bags on the table.

"Master, this..."

"Many techniques in cultivation are complex and varied. Besides puppetry, Heavenly Craft Sect has many other treasures." As Lin Xuan spoke, he opened one of the storage bags, releasing a flying sword-shaped灵器.

The blade flashed like lightning, slicing at the zombie's head. However, the monster did not dodge; instead, it waved its hands, producing countless black claws that blocked the flying sword and shot towards Wu Yun'er's chest.

Similar anomalies were occurring elsewhere. Screams echoed throughout the main hall as hundreds of monsters suddenly appeared.

Lin Xuan frowned but said nothing. He moved his shoulders slightly, transforming into a streak of light that flew out through the window of the grand hall.

"What..."

Suspended in mid-air, Lin Xuan's expression revealed a look of astonishment despite his composure.

The anomaly was coming from the valley where he had opened his cave. In other words, it was Mo'er's place of seclusion.

Dark winds swirled around them, and within a radius of several miles, eerie cries of ghosts filled the air.

Sand and stones flew everywhere as the aura of the vengeful spirits obscured the entire sky. It was noon, but the sunlight was completely blocked out.

The surrounding qi became chaotic, with an abundance of阴气 permeating the area.

This anomaly was indeed far more significant than a mere infant-cultivating sign.

"Master, look..."

The streak of light passed by, and the two girls joined Lin Xuan. Their faces showed signs of worry; even though Mo'er was a ghostly body, this cultivation sign was too large for such an event.

Even the protective array could not stop it. However, Lin Xuan did not show any anxiety because he knew that Mo'er was reborn as the Arrogant King.

"Do not worry, I will handle it myself. You should return to your duties and reassure your subordinates." Lin Xuan said casually.

"Yes!"

Seeing that Master (Senior) had everything under control, the two girls did not speak further. They bowed and prepared to leave when a thunderous sound suddenly echoed in their ears.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he saw dark clouds forming over the valley, covering an area of several acres. Inside the cloud,厉芒 flashed with eerie cries of ghosts. A black hurricane appeared at the center of the valley, with a diameter of more than a hundred feet, connecting heaven and earth.

Agh!

Inside the dark cloud, ghostly figures were visible, surrounded by countless bones.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he felt something was amiss. "Ying'er, has there ever been such an alarming sign before?"

"No," Lu Ying'er shook her head, looking worried. "Master, could Mo'er encounter any problems during this cultivation? The signs in the past were not so terrifying."

"..."

Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead; he was unsure as well because Mo'er's identity was special, and infant-cultivating could not be judged by common sense. Perhaps Xiao Tao knew something more, but she might still be asleep.

Despite his belief in being able to predict everything, Lin Xuan could do nothing at the moment except wait.

Huang San was a disciple of Wandering Cang Sect from You Province. Several decades ago, there were significant changes in the world; Biyun Mountain and Ling Yao Mountain sects moved elsewhere for development.

With no powerful sects to challenge them, Wandering Cang Sect expanded its influence. However, an unknown sect called Baxuan suddenly rose to prominence, unifying You Province as a new dominant force. Wandering Cang Sect had to submit, and Huang San joined Baxuan Sect afterward.

Initially, he was just an ordinary outer disciple but later became a confidant of the sect leader due to his luck and efforts.

After unifying You Province, the main sect leader planned to establish a sub-branch in Cloud Province. Among the selected elite, Huang San's name was included.

Arriving in Cloud Province, Huang San realized that he had wasted his life; here, he understood what it meant to be in a cultivation holy land, with numerous元婴期 old monsters.

While Baxuan Sect was dominant in You Province, they were inferior even to third-rate sects and families here. Fortunately, Senior Lin looked after him, or he might not have been able to stand on his own ground.

After seizing Jueling Mountain, Baxuan Sect finally had a new main hall. However, the recent anomalies left Huang San uneasy.

He did not know what they meant, and the sect leader had already issued an order prohibiting私下 discussions about it.

Fortunately, although the signs were massive, no disasters followed, and over time, everyone gradually put their minds at ease.

Today was different. Huang San was originally meditating in his cave. As a middle-stage筑基 cultivator, he felt that he was close to breaking through to the后期 realm. With proper effort, he might reach it soon.

However, this sudden anomaly caused the surrounding qi to become chaotic, making it impossible for him to continue cultivation.

Huang San sighed and left his cave. However, what he saw was shocking; these anomalies appeared periodically, and he had seen them before, but the scale of today's event far exceeded previous ones.

What was happening?

Dark winds roared around him. As a cultivator, Huang San felt an inexplicable fear. For ordinary people, they would have already lost their minds.

"Eh, what is that?"

Huang San suddenly noticed something. His cave was built on a small hill; he saw a strange movement of the earth about a hundred feet below him. A withered hand emerged from beneath it, bones visible through the skin.

Bang!

The earth shot up, and a humanoid monster broke through the surface.

Its fingers were sharp, its body emaciated, exuding an unpleasant stench.

"A zombie!"

Huang San was shocked. Seeing the monster rushing towards him, he quickly pulled out a flying sword-shaped灵器 from his storage bag.

The blade flashed like lightning and sliced at the zombie's head. However, the monster did not dodge; instead, it waved its hands, producing countless black claws that blocked the flying sword and shot toward Huang San's chest.

Similar anomalies occurred elsewhere. Screams echoed as thousands of monsters suddenly appeared throughout the main hall.

Lin Xuan's expression was grim. "Ying'er, after eliminating Blood Shadow Sect, did you bury their corpses without cremating them?"

"Sorry, Master, I was careless; thinking they were dead, we let them rest in peace." Lu Ying'er lowered her head, looking fearful and curious. "But no matter if one is a commoner or a cultivator, transforming into a zombie requires very strict conditions. This place is not near any阴脉, so how did this happen?"

"Yes, Senior, the conditions for transformation are extremely stringent. Could it be related to Mo'er's cultivation?" Wu Yun'er also asked curiously.

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