Chapter 336: The maid holding the lamp, Le Yun (Master Le)! On the barbarian-armored elephant, Master Le is wearing a simple dark green robe and has a handsome face. Her feet were bare, as delicate as jade, flawless, and sparkling in the sun. Of course, Li Xunhuan's eyes did not fall on any strange places, nor was he that kind of vulgar person. He just took into consideration that it is not easy for female Nascent Soul cultivators to practice, and it is rare to reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. This is a talent. But he cherishes talent. So, let her stay on the grassland and raise horses for him? During the period when he was cultivating to break through to the Yuanhou realm, his own spirit beasts absorbed the flesh and blood of his true spirit and made great progress. Among them, Xiaohong did not choose to transform when she advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, but continued to be a carefree little red horse. It just so happens that the Tuwu and Mulan grasslands are so large that they are perfect for raising a group of Pegasus.

In this way, the great ideal of riding a horse and galloping on the Mulan and Tuwu grasslands has been achieved. As for the monks on the grassland, of course they would migrate away and live a happy life with magic weapons. Win-win. Just do it. Just as he was making up his mind, Master Le's bright eyes flickered, and he considered for a moment, and before he spoke, he spoke first, "Le Yun is willing to be a slave, I only hope that Senior will spare Mu Lan." Ah, this? Is this a reward for yourself, or a reward for yourself? Everyone knows that even the horse slaves in the Li family are Nascent Soul seeds. Thinking of the other party's awareness of the current situation, he decided to give him a chance. Cherish talent. As his mind moved, a silver ring suddenly appeared and slowly fell in front of Master Le. When the other party was stunned, he said in a tone that did not allow for rejection, "Bring it with you." Le Yao obediently raised her hands and placed them on top of her head. The ring spun around and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, she naturally knew in her heart that this was a sub-ring of the master-servant magic weapon. If she could break through the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation, she would be able to go by herself. Before this, she was not allowed to have any thoughts of disobedience or betrayal, but other than that, there were no major restrictions. She felt relieved. This was much better than the worst-case scenario she had imagined. It wasn't even used as a cauldron. In fact, she had no intention of resisting. With the cultivation level of Empress Yuan and the combat power of the early stage of Spirit Transformation, what could she use to resist? Li Xunhuan nodded in satisfaction at Master Le's tactful reaction. She was much easier to discipline than Madam Wen. In a good mood, he placed a blue lotus lamp in front of her and issued the first order. "From now on, you will be the lampmaiden." "Your command, Master."

Le Yun changed her tone and said "master" very smoothly. But he seemed all alone. Where was the maid holding the lamp? What a pity. If I had known earlier, I would have rescued the Tuwu Saint and formed a bond with her. Li Xunhuan shook his head and put some improper thoughts behind him. He first looked at Monk Mulan's army. Because of the timing of his appearance, the fighting between the two sides did not last long, so there were only 70,000 monks left. In the anxious and uneasy eyes of Mulan's army, he instructed Le Yun, "Le Yun, take Mulan back and guard Tuwu with the Green Lotus Lantern. I will arrange the migration in ten years." "Yes, Master." After Le Yun nodded in response, she held up the Qinglian Lantern in one hand and the Mulan Holy Lantern in the other. Her voice spread throughout the army. "My people, let's go home." "Thank you, Elder Li. I will obey the order of the Saint Lady." Needless to say, Mulan's army was very excited. Some were rubbing their hands, secretly planning to teach Tuwu a lesson. On the other side, Li·Knows Nothing·Xun Huan came to the Tiannan army. I was planning to use the same trick again and opened my mouth to say something, but I saw that the people in front of me were speechless. Except for the couple Long Han and Feng Bing who are still alive because they are in charge of the army, there are only a few big fish left, but even the third Nascent Soul is gone. Moreover, Tiannan is different from the grassland. There are four major forces: the righteous, the evil, the Nine Nations Alliance, and the Heavenly Dao Alliance. Under the four, each country has its own ideas, and each country has two or three sects. With the command system collapsed, there is no one to talk to. Really, Sect Master Fang, you are too cruel. It seems that we have to gather together the monks who are guarding their homes from all the large and small sects before we can have any meaning in talking. Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand, and the palm of his hand reflected the scene happening on a certain mountain. He looked at it carefully, couldn't help but laugh, and said through Xinggong, "Fellow Daoist Yun from Zijin Country, please show yourself and have a chat." . . . At the same time, 180,000 miles away, in the Ziyang Mountains of Zijin Country, Ziyang Mountain. A huge ship carrying a magical instrument that was hundreds of feet long appeared in the sky. Hundreds of monks held up the box with both hands and placed it in the ship. At the top of the mountain, an old woman stood facing the wind, leaning on a snake-head cane, and watched the scene. Half a step behind her, Yun Lan seemed to be hesitant to speak. "Are you wondering why I do this?" "Ancestor, I see." The old woman talked leisurely, looking far away in the direction of the border war, and said helplessly, "The Yellow Maple Valley is to the north, and the Guanjiangkou is to the south. Since it is a Divine Transformation cultivator who wants territory, what strength do we have to refuse? The older you get, the less you want to die.” Yun Lan raised her eyes slightly, with a puzzled look in her eyes, and said carefully, "However, according to previous investigations and what Li Xunhuan did in this battle, he is not as domineering as the Divine Transformation Monk a thousand years ago. He was even forced to fight back. If we persist, perhaps..."

"Confused!" The old woman angrily plowed the ground with the snake, and with a stern look in her eyes, she gave a critical instruction: "Is there a true scholar in the world of immortal cultivation? Even if he has a kind heart, would he pin the fate of the Yun family on the kindness of others? "Have you practiced in vain for so many years?" "Yes, Yunlan will teach you." Yun Lan's face changed, he lowered his head, raised his arms and said he dared not. The old lady surnamed Yun shook her head and said nothing. At this moment, a white panel appeared in front of her, which read, [Li Xunhuan invites you to join the call, do you agree? ] finally come. She heaved a long sigh of relief, and agreed in her heart. Suddenly, a portal appeared in front of her, and the vortex in the portal was spinning, as if the future of the Yun family was leading to an unknown place. Finally, she signaled Yun Lan to continue with her eyes, then straightened her clothes and walked in. Tianluo Kingdom, Yuling Sect. In the master's hall, many Yuanying elders usually come here to discuss things, but at this moment only Elder Han is left. His eyes flashed with relief, joy, and wit like my fan-shaped diagram. He bowed half-heartedly to the tablets of the ancestors of a certain sect and said solemnly, "The inheritance of the Yuling Sect cannot be lost. My fellow ancestors, please make a decision that goes against the group training." After saying this, he silently agreed, turned around and strode into the portal that appeared. Luoyun Sect. "Although the Yunmeng Mountains are beautiful, they are not occupied by the Luoyun Sect." Lu Luo looked at the mountains with longing, sighing and muttering to himself. "We already had the idea of ​​migrating, but it was just moved forward a little bit." Taizhen Gate. An old, thin scholar slowly walked into the door. "Well, it's time to break away from the influence of Taiyi Sect and go to other continents to establish a new sect." For a moment, upon receiving the invitation, all the Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the sects, big and small, in Tiannan looked solemn and stepped into the gate uneasily. There seems to be a flood or a monster there. (End of this chapter)