Day after day.

Year after year.

Mountains and seas, birds and flowers, and aura.

Xuanhuang Pond was built one after another. One after another demon beasts bathed in it, turning their necks to the sky, and let out a roar of joy and excitement.

The main island basilica. One by one, the figures scurried, and it turned out to be a 'Wang Hao'. Some alchemy, some refining tools, some reading classics, and some studying formation talismans.

There is also a black-clothed Wang Hao, who is in the cage of time, meditating cross-legged and doing exercises.

These 'Wang Hao' are all clones. The deity accompanied the Taoist companion Nie Wufang, in the thatched hut next to the spring, drinking tea and chatting.

Ten years have passed since such a day.

Not boring, extremely pleasant, delicious. The only flaw is that the plan for the reproduction of offspring has not yet been completed.

Outside affairs are taken care of by disciples. Wang Hao can stay in the mountain and sea realm with peace of mind, and at the same time cultivate with Taoist couples, he can use the resources at hand to improve the strength of the Wumen.

The construction of Xuanhuang Pond is one thing. Cultivating oneself, cultivating demon pets, refining divine pills, building artifacts, etc., none of them were left behind.

Now, the place where the gods and witches are cultivating is enough to prove it.

Thousands of feet of time cage, shrouded next to the spring, the largest Xuanhuang Pond in the mountain and sea boundary. The Xuanhuang Qi in the pool is intertwined, and there is a witch array barrier outside. The god and witch sat cross-legged inside, closing his eyes and practicing penance. There is still a little aura around, like fireflies circling uncertainly.

Every bit of aura is an artifact. To be exact, the spirituality of the artifact.

The Ethereal Liquid has the effect of igniting the spirit of the device. But it is not made overnight, and it needs to be warmed for many years. And the Xuanhuang Qi is very warm and nourishing artifact spirit, and with the ethereal spirit liquid, it has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

"Hundred Falls, your god and witch body...... I'm afraid I'm going to break through!" Nie Wufang looked at the time cage and said with a smile.

Wang Hao laughed and replied, "Tongxi! Flawless, your Eight Desolation Fire Dragon Halberd is also going to transform into a Xuan-level artifact!"

Ten years of polishing, thanks to the yellow sorghum mirror, has increased the time and temperature for a hundred years. Whether it is a god or an artifact, it has reached the breakthrough pole.

It is estimated that it will not take long for all of them to be able to advance and transform.

Wang Hao was in a happy mood. Not to mention the artifact, once the god and witch body breaks through, he has the same realm of cultivation as the deity, and with the talent and divine power, the fighting strength is unimaginable.

At that time, slaughtering heaven and man is like slaughtering chickens and killing dogs. Even if it is a strong earth immortal, it is difficult to resist it.

At that time, he was not only the strongest person in the Southern Regions, but also a unique existence in the entire Gulan Realm.

There is no greater pinnacle of cultivation than this!

Take control of your own destiny and be uncontrolled by others. This has always been a long-cherished wish. Now that it is about to be achieved, Wang Hao's heart is excited, and he can't describe it in words.

Whew......

It was time to 'invite' the Taoist couple to go to the dormitory to celebrate. Suddenly, the colorless tree rooted next to the Lingquan Spring was windless, the tall canopy swayed, and the hunting sound.

"This is ......," Nie Wuflawless looked surprised.

"What should come, always come!"

Wang Hao sighed. The look of excitement on his face disappeared, and he turned to greet the Taoist priest and immediately left the mountain and sea realm.

Roar –

Wumen station, over the green hills. A golden beast appeared, carrying a luan cart on its back, and let out a deafening roar from its neck.

"A-Li!"

"Xuan Ye! Xuan Qu!"

"Wait for you to go to the colorless gate with your teacher!"

Wang Hao's voice came from the air. In an instant, four figures rose from the top of the peak and threw themselves straight towards the Golden Lion Che.

With a dazzling golden glow. Jin Yiluan's car fled into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Colorless doors.

When Wang Hao arrived, no one stopped him, and he drove straight in, and came to the forbidden land of Longxi Valley in an instant.

Under the colorless tree. Wang Haonie came flawlessly. The disciples followed. When I saw the monks sitting cross-legged under the tree, the breath was absent, and the vitality was on the verge of extinction.

"Master!" Colorless's face was full of grief, kneeling and saluting, Sakura's lips opened slightly, and he stopped talking.

"Know for the teacher!"

Wang Hao nodded. didn't ask much, didn't say much, and came directly to Wuxiang.

"Fellow Daoist, if you are willing, this seat and the disciples will cast spells, which can help you rebirth and live another life!"

The flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring can help the cultivators to give up without omission. The heart of Xuanhuang contains the power of the origin of heaven and earth, which can support the casting of spells without interference from the laws of heaven and earth.

This is also the main reason why Wang Hao brought the three brothers Shangguan Li and Gu.

"The heavenly monarch is kind, and the little monk understands it. ”

Wuxiang opened his eyes. A bright red flashed on his face, and his originally weak aura suddenly became stronger, and his voice began to rise.

This is the catastrophe of the little monk, the fate should be like this, you can't force it!"

The unphased reply was not unexpected by Wang Hao. This virtuous monk does not want to be reborn, he just wants to follow his own path.

"Little Minister!" cried out Colorless in grief. The oil runs out and the lamp withers, and the light returns. If you don't make a choice, avoid sitting down.

"It's a blessing to have the little ancestor with you for thousands of years, it's a blessing!"

"Now that the fate is over, even if I am reluctant to give up, I have no regrets!"

The colorless eyes that looked at each other were extremely warm at the moment. I saw him reach out and take out a wooden fish from the inside of the monk's robe.

The illegal weapon is just an ordinary wooden fish, as if it has been worn by the vicissitudes of time.

"Little Ancestor, can you recite the "Infinite Sutra" for Xiao Xiang again?" Wu Xiang smiled.

Colorless knows its mind. His expression was gloomy, and he nodded: "As long as you want, don't say it once, you can do it thousands of times!"

The two sat looking at each other. One person knocks on the wooden fish, and the other recites Buddhist scriptures.

In a trance, as if traveling through thousands of years, the picture of the first encounter comes to mind...... Just like now, the colorless tree swayed, and the sound of a little girl chanting Buddhist scriptures came from inside, and the little monk under the tree sat cross-legged, his eyes full of devotion and beating the wooden fish.

No one bothered. Wang Haonie stood next to him flawlessly.

The low sound of wooden fish reverberated out of the valley. Thousands of colorless disciples knelt on the ground, mourning inexplicably.

Sometime!

The gavel is broken. The sound of the wooden fish stopped. Wuxiang slowly closed his eyes and sat down.

Colorless still recites Buddhist scriptures. It's just that his face is full of sadness, and the tears can't be suppressed, and the spring is pouring down.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust!"

"Little Ancestor, take care!"

This may be the last words left in the world. His dead body began to bloom with golden light, like a flame burning, as if it had been eroded by countless years, and his body was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Only a finger-sized bead remained, and it gently fell to the ground, diffusing an aura of peace and tranquility.

Relic!

This is the last gift that Xiao Xiang left to himself.

Colorless picked up this relic, his face was full of tears, and he shouted loudly: "Xiaoxiang, you are gone, what should I do!"

Everything in heaven and earth has a spirit!

If there is a spirit, there is affection.

The love that has been accompanied for thousands of years has long been engraved in the depths of the souls of both sides, and it will never be forgotten.

Wang Hao sighed lightly. walked over, hugged Colorless into his arms as before, stroked her long hair, and comforted: "You still have a teacher, a sister, a brother and a sister...... We are all your loved ones!"

"Master—"

Colorless howled and cried. So sad, as if moving heaven and earth, dim and gloomy.