"What should he do?" Lu Xuanji asked.

"Chen Biyou has a special identity and has some friendship with me, so let's not touch him."

"I don't want his power of law?"

"It's not that I don't want it, but I can't want it!" Liu Xundao's face was serious.

Lu Xuanji nodded: "I understand."

The next moment, he pressed the escape light and came to Chen Biyou's side, carefully checking the latter's physical condition.

"Although Chen Biyou was also injured, it was not serious. Moreover, his breath is stable and his evil aura is gone. It seems that he has been eliminated from his devilish state." Lu Xuanji pondered.

"That's good."

Liu Xundao smiled slightly and raised his hand to make a magic trick.

In the distance, a golden stone flew out of Dong Guoyue's broken body and broke through the air. He quickly took it into his hand.

The third Taixu Star Stone!

"This is a treasure. The three Taixu Star Stones are now in our hands, enough for the deity to become a saint!"

Liu Xundao played with it for a while, suddenly broke off a small part of the Taixu Star Stone in his hand.

The next moment, he came to Chen Biyou's side and stuffed this small piece of Taixu Star Stone into the latter's lace.

"This is what I promised to you at the beginning, and now I have fulfilled my promise." Liu Xundao murmured.

Lu Xuanji had no objection to this. He pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "Old Liu, too many people died in the disaster realm this time, and we may still have trouble after we go out."

"Um."

Liu Xundao nodded: "I don't know about the Confucian League, and the Dao League will definitely not let me go easily."

"What should I do?" Lu Xuanji frowned.

"There is no way. If you want to leave the world of disaster, you must rely on the guidance of the saints of the two Confucian sects. Once you go out from here, the saints of the Taoist alliance will definitely find reasons to detain me..."

Speaking of this, Liu Xundao looked down at Chen Biyou who was lying on the ground and said slowly: "Maybe, I can only rely on him next."

...

Half a month later, at the top of a mountain in the Miscellaneous Realm, seven monks were sitting cross-legged.

The seven people are: Zhuge Wulie, Zhang Shouzheng, Luo Qing, Liu Rushi, A Fei, Mo Wuyan and Zhong Ling.

After half a month of rest, Mo Wuyan and Zhuge Wulie's injuries were suppressed and their cultivation level was greatly recovered.

Although Zhong Ling is a cultivator of the Taoist League and is not in the same camp as the others, the atmosphere looks very harmonious and there is no contradiction at all.

Everyone was meditating with their eyes closed, focusing their minds and breathing, and there was silence around them.

Suddenly, a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth came from a distance!

Everyone immediately opened their eyes and looked into the distance.

I saw the sky in the distance being torn apart by an invisible force, and a faint blue light surged in the cracks, as if the entire sky was soaked in the moonlight in the deep sea.

Immediately afterwards, a colorful rainbow light broke through the chaos, like the brocade woven by a celestial girl, hanging down to the world.

The space within a radius of hundreds of miles began to collapse, and countless mirror-like fragments were suspended in the air. Wherever the sunset passed, a colorful rainbow bridge was condensed!

This rainbow bridge has no end, it seems to extend from another space, communicating two completely different worlds.

Seeing this scene, A Fei looked happy, stood up, and smiled and said, "The 100-day period has arrived. This is the master's guided Hongqiao!"

"Yes, the uncle of the master had clouds that day. When he saw the direction of the rainbow, he was the way back!" Zhang Shouzheng smiled and nodded.

"We can finally leave this ghost place!"

Zhuge Wulie said, suddenly sighing again, and said with a sad face: "It's a pity that I did not fulfill my promise... I clearly agreed to my uncle that day to bring my fellow disciples back intact, but now I am the only one left..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other and showed a feeling of grievance.

This time, how many geniuses are buried here forever?

Among the four major academies of the Confucian League, there are only the last seedlings left in the three academies of Tibetan Sword, All Ways, and Qingfeng. The Holy Spirit Academy is a little better, but one person is also killed.

As for the Dao Alliance, it is even more miserable! The twenty geniuses, only Zhong Ling is still sitting here...

"This cannot be saved by one person's strength. Senior Brother Zhuge does not have to blame himself." Luo Qing said softly.

"Oh!" Zhuge Wulie sighed and stopped talking.

"Let's leave here first."

Zhang Shouzheng said, pinched the magic formula and soared upwards.

Everyone followed closely behind and rushed towards the direction where Hongqiao was...

About half an hour later, everyone arrived at Hongqiao.

"Look!"

Just as everyone stepped onto the rainbow bridge, Zhong Ling suddenly pointed to the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and saw two blurry figures appearing in the distance...
Chapter completed!