In the Jing'an waters, the river surface carries a hint of loss in the sword of the wind and snow.

The beauty of Yaotai Peak shed a crystal tear.

The peerless powerhouses and heads of the Eight Great Sects made a voice of regret.

In the palace of the Dian Kingdom, some people were full of grief, as if they had lost their loved ones.

Even on the shore of the distant Beiming Demon Realm, the super power of the Youguo and the peerless demon born from eating snow all sang the sad song of Beiming to mourn.

Shangyun Zhenren has passed away!

Although the Nine Heavens Sword Immortal Tang Dynasty, the uncle of the Moon Worship Teacher, did not make much contribution to the cultivation world of the Donghua Continent during his lifetime, he was able to ascend to the Great Dao in the end, bringing supreme glory to the Moon Worship Sect and even the entire cultivation avenue of the Donghua Continent, so everyone in the world was happy.

Shangyun Zhenren, although he failed to soar, stopped in the long years of pursuing the avenue and passed away. But before his death, he once entered Beiming alone, plotted to capture the prince of Youguo, led the eight major sects and countless righteous talents to slay demons and eliminate demons, fought for the peace of the world all his life, and made great achievements for the foundation of the righteous path and immortality.

He is a veteran of the battlefield of the righteous path in the world, and he gives up himself for the sake of the world.

With such a great figure gone, how could the great things of the righteous path and the cultivation world not be sad.

Once, the two most genius and strongest people, one soared to immortality, and the other passed away, did it mean that the glorious era of the older generation was over, and the era of the new generation officially began?

Ordinary people and people who have not reached a certain level of cultivation naturally can't observe the celestial phenomena and know that such a big man is gone.

They were still immersed in the excitement of the Nine Heavens Sword Immortal Tang Dynasty's ascension, and they only felt that the blood in their whole body was boiling, and the master who knew this naturally would not tell his disciples this at this time, and poured a basin of cold water on them.

So, for a while, there was only joy and sorrow left in the red world.

And in the Beiming Demon Realm, there is only the sad song of the deceased.

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Although the crack in the heavenly vault has disappeared, the light slurry that has fallen into the mortal world has not disappeared.

The morning glow floats in the east, and the fairyland on earth is more prosperous.

The tourists on the streets of the Imperial City of Jing'an only felt like a dream, and their faces were still full of excitement.

The guests in the restaurant were amazed and sighed that it was worth walking in the world.

Bai Xuan, who was sitting by the window, just wanted to eat hot pot.

"There is no problem in the world that can't be solved by one hot pot, if there is, then two...... Now this sentence is very popular in the magic capital, I heard that it was passed from the Xuan Kingdom, but I think it should be the Western Shu and Dian Kingdoms. ”

"You also know that we don't see the sun all year round, it's damp and cold, who doesn't like hot pot, may mushrooms be abundant? I want to eat an authentic hot pot right now and go back and brag about it, what's wrong with that?"

He looked at the fat cow tumbling in the red and spicy soup and the peppercorns and peppers that surrendered from time to time, swallowed his saliva, and looked up at a girl across the table.

The girl sat there motionless, her eyes drooping slightly, like a painting, not a real person.

This girl was the girl who was called Senior Sister Feng by the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect.

The room was still as quiet as ever, and the footsteps of pedestrians outside the window became clearer and clearer.

Bai Xuan said, "Okay, I admit that I stayed because I wanted to see the excitement, but who in the entire cultivation world doesn't want to see this excitement? This junior sister, can you please let go of this thing, even if you don't let me go, but let me eat two chopsticks first, and I won't be able to eat the hairy belly and yellow throat in the pot if I don't fish it again. ”

The fat cow has sunk to the bottom of the soup, the peppercorns and peppers are still floating and floating, and the hairy belly and yellow throat are looming.

Bai Xuan couldn't eat this, because a thin pale silver metal chain tightly bound his body, and he couldn't move, let alone hold chopsticks.

What he hates the most is the damn chain, but for some reason, he didn't look angry at this time, just staring at the authentic hot pot and swallowing saliva, looking hungry and thirsty.

The girl sat quietly at the table and did not speak.

Bai Xuan suddenly said: "Senior sister, what is your name? What about your sword? If you used a flying sword to sneak attack and kill me before, I would naturally have nothing to guard against, but now that you are sitting in front of me like this, aren't you afraid that I will fight back? Do you really think that this sword rope can restrain me?"

The girl still ignored him.

Bai Xuan finally became serious: "The Moon Worship Sect is the state religion of the Dian Kingdom, the first major sect of cultivation in the southwest, and one of the eight major sects of the righteous path, do you want to kill without asking?" ”

The girl finally raised her head, her eyes were bright and clear, without any impurities, like the water of the Jing'an waters of the Yunnan River.

Looking at such eyes, Bai Xuan felt kind and relaxed, but then he felt a little cool in the center of his eyebrows, like a drop of rain falling there.

A small sword hovered silently in the air in front of him.

He didn't know that there was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and the hole was very small and round, and it could even be described by the word Xiuqi.

A stream of crimson blood gushed out from between his brows like a tiny waterfall and landed in the boiling hot pot.

The blood of the disciples of Youguo is also hot, but it is cold compared to the red soup in the hot pot, and the boiling pot noodles gradually subside.

The vitality in his eyes gradually cooled, leaving only some incomprehensible emotions.

Hundreds of cold pale flames floated along Sen Ran's sword intent to the surroundings of the restaurant, and when they encountered things, they scattered, which were the remnants of the soul fire of the disciples of the Youguo Kingdom.

The girl's expression was slightly dignified, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of her eyes also rose, like thin willow leaves, which had a sharpness like a sword.

Soon, her eyebrows fell, thoughtful.

The flying sword quickly flew back into her body, disappearing, as if it were a part of her body.

Her fingers moved slightly, and the thin chain that bound Bai Xuan turned into a streamer of light and fell to her wrist, becoming a silver bracelet.

"My name is Feng Nansheng, and I am the only personal disciple named by my uncle, the grand scene of his ascension, you are a demon from a secluded country who comes to watch the scene, it is really humiliating to him, and he is innocent of death. ”

"As for why I don't have a flying sword, it's because I've already raised a sword ghost, and the flying sword is already a part of my body, so I don't need to wear a flying sword. ”

"Also, you really have a lot to say. ”

She pushed open the door, turned into a red light, and rolled Bai Xuan's lifeless and gradually cold corpse towards the distant peaks outside Jing'an City.

Coming to a barren peak cliff, Feng Nansheng looked at the corpse in his hand, and then threw it off the cliff.

At the moment when the corpse let go, a red sword fire was born from her body, swimming to the corpse like a dragon, and then swimming around the corpse.

The flames grew brighter and brighter, gradually enveloping the corpse.

The dragon-like crimson sword fire swept the corpse and fell into the cliff, dissipating into the bottomless abyss.

It's like those nine days of light slurry disappearing into the mortal dust, and like the clouds and mist of the seven peaks of the moon worshipping the moon dissipating in the cold light sword intent.

Feng Nansheng looked at this scene, slightly stunned, and a little puzzled.

Why is it that when the corpse of the disciple of the Youguo is burned with sword fire this time, it will be different from usual?

Through the misty clouds, in the bottomless abyss, is a deserted valley.

The dancing grass on both sides of the empty valley with extremely vigorous vitality grows on both sides of the cliff and mountain road, swaying with the wind, like a dancing girl.

On the higher ground, the crooked spruce trees resemble the shape of a dying old man.

After the crimson sword fire rolled Bai Xuan's corpse and fell into the hollow valley, it did not fall to pieces like a watermelon, but slowly fell to the ground, like a giant holding his body and slowly putting him down.

Feng Nansheng didn't see this scene, she had already left.

Who is worth wasting time and energy on a dead man?

After landing on the ground, those crimson sword flames suddenly became extremely greedy, as if Bai Xuan's corpse had turned into an extremely delicious delicacy, and they scrambled to burrow into Bai Xuan's body, as if a group of vicious and greedy beasts were competing for food.

If a cultivator could see this scene, he would definitely find it incredible and even ridiculous.

Soon, the crimson sword fire all penetrated into Bai Xuan's body and disappeared, as if it had never appeared or existed.

The hollow valley was silent, and suddenly the wind rose, and the dancing grass and the cloud mountain swayed together, as if cheering for whose return.

At this moment, Bai Xuan, who was already dead, suddenly gushed out with a rich vitality, like countless seeds full of vitality reviving in his body and then growing wildly.

Then, he opened his eyes, and there was a crimson and bewitching red mist floating in his clear and clean eyes, just like the surface of the river when the wind and snow melted in the waters of Jing'an.

"It turns out that I raised a sword ghost. He muttered to himself as he sat up, like a child thinking seriously: "I didn't expect that someone like him would also accept apprentices, if it weren't for the 'Hundred Days Red' in your hand, I really couldn't believe it!"

His voice is very good, like the beautiful rhythm of a mountain spring lapping against the rocks of a stream, natural and clean.

"Alas, it's a pity that I haven't eaten a few bites of an authentic hot pot, really. As he spoke, a trace of resentment appeared on Bai Xuan's face, like a child who finally ate candy but ate half of it and dropped half of it.

Standing up, inspecting the hollow valley, looking at the dancing grass and spruce trees swaying in the wind, he couldn't help but think of those laurels and spirit monkeys on the Seven Peaks of Moon Worship, and he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

"Remember, there is a great little doll in the descendants of the Wang family, according to the time calculation, it should have started to practice at the outer gate at this time, it is better to go and see. Thinking of this, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he found a flute out of nowhere.

The flute was like a white bone, flashing with a terrifying cold light, and there was a bright red blood line in the middle of the flute, which was particularly dazzling in the shallow sun, giving people the feeling that blood was oozing out of a bone.

Bai Xuan touched the blood line of the flute, just like stroking his beloved toy.

Then, he put the flute to his lips and began to play.

The sound of the flute is clear, just like the fragrance of laurel flowers in the wind on the seven peaks of the moon worship, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. It's a pity that the empty valley is deserted, who is he playing to?

"Moo~Moo~" Suddenly, an unpleasant cow cry broke the flute.

Bai Xuan put down the flute, stopped playing, and put his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.

As the cow's cry got closer and closer, a yak appeared in the hollow valley and walked towards Bai Xuanji reluctantly.

Perhaps because of the long journey, or perhaps for some other reason, the yak was covered in dust, and its long hair drooped from the sturdy cow, covering its limbs, and it looked a little sloppy.

Bai Xuan was a little stunned: "You haven't taken a bath for a few years?"

The yak glanced at Bai Xuan aggrievedly: You haven't taken a bath for a few years, if I hadn't heard your call, would I have traveled thousands of miles to see you and get covered in dust?

Bai Xuan sighed and said with emotion: "It's better to be black, you have fallen to this point now, dirty and ugly, I am really disappointed." ”

A gleam flashed in the yak's eyes: If you dislike me, let me go.

Bai Xuan said with a bitter face: "Let you go, who will I ride, Da Hei can't ride." ”

In a trance, the yak let out a heavy sigh, very sad.

Bai Xuan patted its head, as if he was comforting his pet, and then jumped on the yak: "It just so happens that after the Moon God Sacrifice is the Lantern Festival of the Moon Worship Sect, let's go, Ah Chou, let's go and see the stars and the sea together." ”

The yak was terrified: What, you want to go back, aren't you afraid that those two rebels will kill you!

The corners of Bai Xuan's lips raised slightly, and he was a little proud: "Don't worry, Ah Chou, I have washed my body with sword fire, and I have no demonic energy, and I have changed my face and become a new person, don't say that those two rebels, even if my junior brother is here, they can't find me." ”

When the yak heard this, not only did he not settle down, but he was even more shocked: You actually cultivated that kind of magic skill, you are really a madman.

Bai Xuanlang laughed loudly: "The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others who can't see through it." ”

Under the shallow sun, the two small dimples on his white and delicate face were particularly obvious, looking kind and lovely, very vivid.

The yak sighed again, and then carried Bai Xuan into the distance.

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As Bai Xuan said, once the most solemn moon god sacrifice is over, it is another grand event of the moon worship cult, the lantern festival.

In the past few days of the Lantern Festival, the immortal masters of the seven main altars of the inner gate of the Lunatic Worship Sect will personally go to various parts of the Dian Kingdom, temporarily live in the 36th rudder of the outer gate, and personally preside over the entrance tests in various places.

Those who pass the entrance test can enter the outer gate of the Lunatic Worship Sect and practice in the outer gate of the Lunatic Worship Sect.

At the next Lantern Festival, the outer disciples can participate in the inner gate assessment of the Moon Worship Sect, and if they pass the assessment, they can enter the inner gate, become a disciple in the Seven Great Altars at the Dao Conference, accept the inheritance of the peaks, and become immortals high in the eyes of secular people, and seek the Tao to achieve immortality.

Therefore, every time the lantern festival comes, there are always a sea of people in front of the 36th rudder of the Lunatic Sect, and there are countless people who admire the religion, and even some aristocratic sons in the Donghua Continent will take care of the relationship in advance, and want to sharpen their heads and drill into it.

But the matter of cultivation often depends on talent, and the Tianjiao in the red and earthly world is just a layman in the eyes of the cultivators, since there are few Tianjiao, there are even fewer laymen, and the Tianjiao among the laymen is even more pitiful. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Invincible Little Prince's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.