"I sent your second senior brother away, and I have already met your ancestor, so my master will not come to see me off in person.

Your senior brother and third senior sister, I also sent them, and finally, the last disciple who saw me as a teacher, was leaving. ”

Song Wanling took a deep breath, suppressed the suffocating pain, slowly moved her legs, and knelt on the ground.

"Disciple, send off the master."

Su Min Zhenren nodded with a smile and slowly closed her eyes.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed, and the entire Qingquan Peak was covered with clouds, and it rained heavily, as if it had entered winter.

It no longer seems that the wind and the sun are always beautiful, and the four seasons are like spring.

The bright light flickered, reflecting on Song Wanling's extremely calm jade face, shining on her lonely eyes, and finally turning into nothingness.

The palace shook and eventually dispersed with the wind.

Qingquan Peak's aura became more and more intense, faintly overflowing with spirituality. In addition to Qingquan Peak, it is also a level of aura.

Except for those who were in retreat, the Jindan real people of each peak all got up and bowed their heads to Qingquan Peak from afar.

Before the Yuan Baby, Jin Dan only has a lifespan of less than a thousand years after all.

We monks seek immortals, but we fear death.

But in the end, death is inevitable for both men and monks.

Song Wanling pressed her hands on the ground and slowly kowtowed.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the entire Qingquan Peak is silent, and there is not even a trace of jungle and birdsong.

She was the only one in the entire Qingquan Peak.

Song Wanling stood in the courtyard of the palace, but at this time there was no palace, and the courtyard was left empty.

She looked up at the bright moon.

This bright moon really recorded too much of her joy and sorrow.

Leaving his hometown, the anticipation and trepidation of worshipping the sect.

After building the foundation, he returned home in high spirits.

After leaving the secret realm, you can become a backer for your parents.

The grief of sending off the parents.

After the marriage, the powerful spell is in the body, the life expectancy is greatly increased, and there is no longer a parent.

If you stay now, sending off the master is still painful, and you are even more confused about your future future.

She is now Jindan Da Quan, and it seems that she is only a thin line away from Yuan Ying.

But will he struggle in this realm for hundreds of years like his master, and finally go through a calm and unwilling sitting?

But at this time, looking at this bright moon from afar, the darkness and brightness in her heart were illuminated, and the obscurity in her mood slowly receded.

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, people's hearts are changeable, and the world is vicissitudes.

Although the bright moon often changes, it always hangs high in the sky and remains unchanged for eternity.

I have lived for hundreds of years, but one day if I don't improve, I will turn to dust like a mortal.

Even mortals have reincarnation, and the monk disappears as soon as he dies.

I don't want to bear the death of my blood relatives anymore, but I don't want to turn into smoke one day. ”

Song Wanling closed her eyes, and the tears that she had been holding back slipped from the corners of her eyes, wetting her cold cheeks.

A glimmer of light flashed, and tears turned into translucent white crystals and were held in her hands.

Song Wanling opened her eyes, her eyes were full of determination, and her body was full of sharpness, and she was indomitable.

"This moon hangs high, but is there really a moon god?

If you fly away from the Immortal Cultivation Realm and go to the Spirit Realm, can you enter the moon as soon as you fly away?

What I should be looking forward to is not the primordial infant or even the gods, but when I look at the spiritual world, the goal is far away, so what.

Don't be afraid to die! ”

Song Wanling's last words reverberated in the mountain with her determination for hundreds of years, and finally a faint and mighty voice reverberated throughout the Linghe Sect.

Even the Yuan Infant True Venerable who was only cultivating opened his eyes, and his gaze converged on Qingquan Peak.

But then the spiritual power continued to sweep away, and it spread towards the outside of the peak, and everyone's divine consciousness was isolated, and those with low cultivation were directly injured by their divine consciousness.

Song Wanling watched the spiritual clouds begin to drift and gather, but she couldn't cover the bright moon.

She raised her hand and made a move, and the jade bracelet kept becoming weak, and then in the moonlight, the moon shadow appeared in front of her.

Song Wanling went to fish with her hands, and the shadow of the month kept getting smaller, turning into a substance, and it was really like the bright moon turning into a jade plate and being held in her hand.

The water moon silk raised by the dantian slowly floated out, and finally the moon wheel blended into it.

The aqua blue water moon silk became moonlight, as if it was cast by moonlight, clear and clear, fluttering in the air, releasing an immeasurable glow under the moonlight.

Song Wan's soul was enlightened, and she was a little bit on her fingers.

"When it is Xuanshuang Moon Aya, this is my magic weapon for enlightenment."

When the words fell, four mysterious Taoist words were printed in it, and the thunder and lightning were no longer testing the breakthrough of ordinary monks, but faintly glowing purple.

The onlooker's face changed.

The Xuanshuang Moon Aya, which had become a magic weapon, fell into Song Wanling's body, and the powerful coercion was released.

The moonfrost crawled all over the void, and she stepped on the rushing sea, and the shadow of the moon above her head looked at the thunderclouds in the distance.

Forty-two thunder tribulations were taken one by one, and they eventually became primordial infants.

"I've seen fellow Daoists."

The vision on Song Wanling's body dissipated, and the sky cleared.

A large piece of spiritual rain fell, nourishing her injuries from the confrontation with the thunder tribulation, and the monks around her had a hidden understanding and began to absorb the spiritual rain gifted by the Heavenly Dao.

And the spiritual peaks that are usually hidden from the world fly out of the Dao figures, ordinary monks can't see it.

They greeted Song Wanling, who was hanging high in the sky, fluttering like a fairy, overflowing with ethereal coldness, and looking extraordinarily far away.

Song Wanling's eyes flickered, and she looked at the Xuanling True Venerable in front of her, and walked away in the sky, making a disciple salute.

"The disciple has seen the ancestor."

The other party is the apprentice grandson he admitted, and now his identity remains the same, and he should be honored, but the two are both Yuan Ying, so they only receive half a courtesy.

His eyes are complex and gratifying, and the faint back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the feeling of being overtaken by latecomers.

Because Song Wanling had just broken through, she had met with all the Yuanying Zhenzun.

Knowing that in the same faction, they finally have another fellow Taoist!

Three years later, with the full support of the sect, the new Xuanyue True Venerable of the Linghe Sect held a grand celebration of the wedding.

The major righteous sects were personally led by Yuanying Zhenzun to congratulate them.

The Linghe faction has another true venerable to sit in town, shocking the world.

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Five years later, several sects of the Demon Dao colluded together in a vain attempt to take over the Immortal Cultivation City and the Righteous Dao Sect, and practice into a soul-devouring array.

In order to make the Great Elder Taishang of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant break through to the gods.

Many sects of the righteous path responded to the battle.

Song Wanling, as the newly promoted Yuanying Zhenzun, descended on the battlefield.

Several demon cultivators in the early stage of the Yuan Infant quickly caught up with her and wanted to capture her together.

Kill a righteous female cultivator who seems to be easy to solve first, but you can take a good break from the sharp spirit of the righteous path!

Song Wanling took a light look at it for the first time, and when Haori was in the air, she waved her hand, it was empty, without the slightest power.

Everyone was vigilant and shocked, but after waiting for a while, they still did not attack at all, and they were still extremely vigilant in their hearts, but they also took this opportunity to attack.

"Ahh

"Woo woo woo ......"

But just listening to the sound of crying all over the sky at this moment, the monks and even the old Jindan Zhenren around them all cried bitterly.

They immediately reprimanded, but then a trace of pain spread out in their hearts, and they couldn't help but moisten their eyes and feel anxious, but they couldn't help but spread the soreness for a while.

At this time, a bright moon slowly rose from behind Song Wanling, who was indifferent.

The blue sky, the cloudless sky, the red sun is vast, but this bright moon seems to be able to compete with it.

Under the bright moon, they have been cultivating immortals for hundreds of years, some of them for nearly a thousand years, and their blood relatives and even relatives and Taoist friends are too far ahead.

……