C312 Dreaming reunion (1/2)

When Yi Yan arrived at the Weapons Sect encampment, he couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief when he saw that the Nine Palace Mountain Suppressing Formation was still intact in front of him. In the end, he didn't come too late.

The relaxed Yi Yan slightly paused for a moment, his hands continuously moved, forming hand seals one after another, just as he was about to descend towards the Nine Palace Mountain Suppressing Formation.

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Suddenly, Yi Yan stopped his movements, because, before he could release his technique, the array in front of him had already opened by itself, and a group of people walked out.

Looking up, Yi Yan was suddenly stunned. He stared fixedly in front of him, and didn't even realize that the hand sign he was holding had dissipated.

Because, the ones walking at the very front was not Xie Yunlei, nor was it Shangguan Hong and Du Gang, but their family which they hadn't seen since they had flown to the Four Realms.

It was only when the group of people walked to their front that Yi Yan finally reacted, his eyes revealing surprise and joy.

But before he could say anything, Ouyang Qian had already stepped forward and tightly hugged him.

< p > ”Yan'er!” All these years have been hard on you! ”

Ouyang Qian, who had long known about Yi Yan's experiences after ascending, caressed his son's face and tears rolled down his cheeks.

As for Yi Yang and the others, they were watching them while laughing. Mu Yao had even stealthily turned his head and wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

Yi Yan allowed his mother to embrace him. He extended his right hand and lightly patted Ouyang Qian's back, consoling her in a soft voice, ”Mom, I'm fine now, right? You don't have to worry. ”

At this time, Ouyang Qian realized that she had lost control of herself and quickly wiped away the tears on her face.

Yi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and went up to meet his father and grandmother one by one., who was about to kneel and kowtow after waving his hand to stop his excited expression, supported Ouyang Qian with one hand and Mu Yao with the other, heading towards the Lingxiao Pavilion.

They had not seen each other for thousands of years, and there was too much to say between them.

Wu Zhuo was an immortal in the early stages of Luo Tian Immortal, so his Chaotic Realm was pretty good as well.

Unfortunately, his luck was really too bad. More than ten thousand years ago, when his cultivation was still in the late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal, he was caught by a Demon Lord, and was restricted in his soul by the Demon Lord named Lu Yuan, and was forced to do something for him.

In this chaotic world where there was no order and where strength spoke no words, forcing others to become slaves was not a surprising thing.

It was just that most of these slaves were low level immortals with strength in the Heavenly Immortal and Golden Immortal realms. After their cultivation broke through to the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, most of the restrictions would be lifted and they would join any organizations that tried to capture them.

However, this couldn't be blamed on Demon Lord Lu Yuan, and could only be blamed on Wu Zhuo himself.

Because he possessed a very rare and special ability — — Brewing Immortal Wine, and it just so happened that Lu Yuan Demon Lord was a man who was addicted to alcohol, so Wu Zhuo was Wu Zhuo's ”slave”.

He had worn this hat for over ten thousand years, and judging from the current situation, it was very likely that he would need to continue wearing it.

At this moment, Wu Zhuo was wandering alone in the depths of the Chaotic Realm, in a place that belonged to Chen Yi's Star Domain. He was muttering curses as he searched through every planet, hoping to find the medicinal ingredients needed to brew a Celestial Wine as soon as possible and leave this damned place that annoyed him.

Suddenly, Wu Zhuo, who was looking around from atop a Desolation Planet, stared fixedly at a corner at the foot of the mountain on his right, an ecstatic expression appearing on his face.

< p > Heavenly Soul Grass!

It was the Sky Soul Grass!

In the four realms, the vast majority of medicinal herbs could only bring out the greatest effect after being refined into a pill. If one took it directly, they would not even be able to absorb ten percent of the medicinal efficacy.

However, there was an exception to everything, and the Heavenly Spirit Grass was an exception to the list of medicinal ingredients!

This kind of top grade medicine not only can be directly consumed without any danger, it can also be used to over 80% effectiveness!

More importantly, it was used to heal the soul injuries, and it was also very effective for the restrictions on the soul!

Which is to say, if he could consume a stalk of Heavenly Soul Grass, Wu Zhuo would have a chance of escaping the control of Lu Yuan Demon Lord and regaining his freedom!

But how could this not make Wu Zhuo go wild with joy?

Wu Zhuo's throat moved slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face flushed red, his eyes unblinking as he stared at the Heavenly Soul Grass that was about to mature, its entire body emitting a faint purple light, and walked towards it as though he was possessed.

At this time, in Wu Zhuo's eyes, other than the Heavenly Soul Grass, everything else, including a pair of oily green eyes that was hidden in a cave not too far away from the Heavenly Soul Grass, had already disappeared.

Wu Zhuo walked very slowly, as if each step he took made him feel more at ease. He was even more convinced that the freedom he longed for for for more than ten thousand years was not a dream, but an existence that he could truly touch.

However, even if his speed was slow, the distance between Wu Zhuo and the Sky Soul Grass was always limited.

After two hours, Wu Zhuo finally arrived at a place that was only about ten meters away from the Heavenly Soul Grass.

Once again, he took another step forward. Holding his breath, Wu Zhuo stretched out his trembling right hand towards the Sky Soul Grass.

At this moment, the Heavenly Spirit Grass was his only hope for freedom.

Just as Wu Zhuo's hands were about to touch the Sky Soul Grass, a sudden change occurred!

Accompanied by a wave of fishy wind, a huge black shadow jumped out from the cave behind the Sky Soul Grass. A sharp claw that seemed to be able to pierce through steel swept across the Sky Soul Grass, and ruthlessly clawed at the top of Wu Zhuo's head.

< p > Not good!

The moment the foul wind hit his face, he broke out in a cold sweat. Crap!

How could he, an immortal who spent all his time dealing with all kinds of medicinal plants, forget about it? As long as it was a rare medicinal plant, the special aura it emitted could attract all kinds of demon beasts.