The monk is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and takes cultivating immortals as his own responsibility, but after all, it is not grass and trees, who will not be a little sad for hundreds of years.

And under the moonlight, all the obscurity is reflected and intensified, making it difficult for them to grieve themselves.

At this time, the Xuanshuang Moon Silk was like a horse winding in the air, the frost froze the monks one by one, and their bodies turned into white smoke and drifted.

The bright moon shot out a ray of brilliance, and in the blink of an eye, the two Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators were severely injured, releasing bursts of black mist.

The surrounding decent monks shot at the same time, instantly destroying the two demonic powers.

The Demon Dao Monk's strength was greatly reduced.

And the other demon cultivator who was injured by Song Wanling fled in a hurry.

"You dare, you dare! The junior dared to take advantage of the moment of danger for the deity——"

The first to attack Song Wanling, a primordial infant early stage demon cultivator, turned into a black mist and rushed towards the demon sect base camp, but a huge knife was thrown directly at him.

In the air, he staggered backwards, and then saw that even the monks of the Jindan Great Perfection dared to attack him.

Even if his law body is injured, even if the other party is a sword cultivator who is famous for his combat effectiveness!

Immediately, the black hand turned into a big palm.

Song Wanling's bland gaze swept by, and her figure flashed into the void, looking down at the battle below.

Seeing that Rong Mo was surrounded by a burst of black mist, his black robe was stained with rich blood.

The knife was even more swift, sharp enough to tear everything, but then it became more and more plain and simple, and finally she fell into a state of mystery and mystery.

Break through with a battle of life and death!

The demon cultivator couldn't believe his eyes.

First, he was easily injured by the junior who had just broken through.

The two same doors were lost there, and the Yuan Ying was destroyed, and he didn't even have a chance to take it.

Hurt again, he was beaten by Jindan juniors so embarrassed that he wanted to escape!

Seeing that Rong Mo was about to break through, his eyes were full of coldness, and he wanted to take this opportunity to destroy her.

At this time, a flying sword condensed by frost passed through his dantian, and Yuan Ying was about to escape from his body, and was easily crushed by the twist.

Rong Mo opened his eyes, a pair of sharp eyes that made people dare not look directly.

The sword intent condensed into an entity, and the pitch-black treasure knife continued to tremble and swirl around her, wanting to become one with her human sword and break through the shackles of Jindan.

Song Wanling's demeanor remained unchanged, and when she covered it with her hands, the magic circle was condensed in an instant, and thousands of miles of spiritual energy were gathered.

And because the Demon Dao and the Righteous Path were fighting, the mottled aura was receding impurities through the magic circle

Song Wanling came with a somewhat soft voice, "Sister Mo, don't worry about breaking through."

With me here, no one can interfere closely, and I am waiting to discuss the yuan baby with Sister Mo. ”

Rong Mo's cold face hooked a smile, and he sat hovering in place, letting the sword qi and aura continue to intertwine, and then drowned in her body violently.

Song Wanling hung high in the air, the jade-white robe was light and fluttering, the green silk was smooth, the jade was light, and the sound was waveless and loud around.

"Those who come near will be killed."

A faint moon shadow hovered around her, and the Demon Sect monk, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to besiege, couldn't move even if he was firm for a while.

The righteous monk reacted and immediately went to help.

Then a giant knife slashed through the air, and in an instant, several Demon Dao monks and even Jin Dan turned into ashes.

A giant sword, the bright moon in the sky, and then a sword shadow rose in the distance, suppressing many demonic powers.

In the battlefield of the monks, Shen Ruoyun was dressed in fiery red armor, and the flame sword aura around his body was fierce, constantly shuttling through the battlefield, like a fire phoenix fighting with lust.

It's just that she has killed too many strong enemies, but she doesn't have the slightest pride.

"I'm still a step late!"

Now she no longer only cultivates a sword, but also a Fa cultivation.

And no matter what the method of cultivation is, in the end, it will all be the same way.

*

A hundred years later, all four of them are Yuan Babies.

In the Great War of a hundred years, the Demon Sect suffered heavy casualties, the big faction was almost wiped out, and the rest were huddled in the most remote places, and it was difficult to recover their vitality without a thousand years.

And Xuanyue True Venerable, Ming Rui Sword Venerable, Fire Spirit True Venerable, and Guangyun Sword Venerable.

The three are located in the Lingyun Sect and the Linghe Sect in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and one is the deputy leader of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

The righteous path is prosperous, which can ensure that there is no obstacle for thousands of years, and there are many talents and young talents for a while.

It's a pity that the two True Venerables have no intention of accepting disciples, and the other two True Venerables only accept a few disciples, and they haven't received them yet.

Their respective combat power and status are extremely extraordinary, not to mention that the four of them are friendly.

There is a master who is equivalent to having three true masters as backers, but unfortunately not everyone has that luck.

"You really don't accept a single disciple? Your two great advances in cultivation, breaking through the foundation and breaking through the golden pill are all sad in your heart.

You can take in a disciple and teach carefully, but her talent is enough, it doesn't mean that she will definitely break through to Yuanying steadily.

When the time comes, he sits down, maybe it will be the moment when you break through the gods. ”

Shen Ruoyun teased.

Song Wanling smiled slightly and glanced at her lightly.

Soon, the smile in Shen Ruoyun's eyes faded, and then his eyes moistened.

"It's really unfair, it's too late for you to return!

Suddenly, Jin Dan and getting married are even more late for many years, what are the four true venerable rankings, I also fall behind! ”

Shen Ruoyun said indignantly, her face full of embarrassment, wiping the tears in her eyes, and glaring at Song Wanling angrily.

Rong Mo raised his fingers, and the audio-visual stone shone in the air.

Shen Ruoyun hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his face, but the record had already been recorded.

When the spell Song Wanling quietly cast on her automatically dissipated, she frantically moved to pinch Song Wanling's neck.

"What about the good-natured Ling'er sister in the past?"

Song Wanling slapped her hand away, and said righteously: "The deity is now Xuanyue True Venerable!" ”

Looking at Shen Ruoyun's figure disappearing into the sky, Song Wanling shook her head and smiled.

"I'm afraid she won't come again in a few years."

Rong Mo looked at her, and said, "The method she said is not impossible to try." ”

Song Wanling shook her head, "The center of grief is terrified, and it wants to break through, there are monks who try, but it is not suitable for me."

I believe that I will be able to get through it with my own state of mind, but I will not break through with the next period. ”

Rong Mo didn't say anything more, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

In this valley, they come and go freely, they can go as they want, and their cultivation is becoming more and more powerful, and they can come and go as they please.

And they are not blood relatives but relatives, and they are like-minded Taoist friends, without too much estrangement.

Song Wanling smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, leaned back slightly, and automatically moved to the cloud bed.

The other two come here from time to time, but she almost all settle here.

She closed her eyes slightly, as if she was asleep, and a slightly strong wind blew into the valley, caressing the light veil hanging outside the pavilion, and slowly blowing on her body became soft.

It's like a warm spring breeze.

The surrounding trees are blown off, birds fly by, waterfalls and springs fly, and all the sounds of nature become light.

And together, it seems that gentle hands are gently patting her and coaxing her to sleep.

*

"Ancestor—"

Secluded, floral in the quaint courtyard, so everything is quaint and luxurious, but there is no popularity.

A woman wearing a Taoist robe with an indifferent temperament stood in the moonlight, fluttering in the moonlight, seeing that her appearance was beautiful and elegant, and she had no offensive power.

The middle-aged man who looked to be forty or fifty years old on the side, wearing a purple robe and looking extraordinary, retreated respectfully and solemnly.

"For more than 500 years, this courtyard has not changed." Song Wanling sighed in a deep voice.

"Abide by the decree of the ancestors, this is the secret land of the Qingyuan Song family." The current head of the Song family replied cautiously.

Song Wanling sighed lightly.

"All traces have faded with the passage of time, and this secret place is still no longer needed.

The aura is quite abundant, if the junior in the clan has good qualifications, then reward it. ”

Originally, the place where the ancestor and her parents lived in the Song family when they were still alive was the place where their ancestor Jin Dan broke through, and it was a great gift to be able to live.

But when the current head of the house listened, his face was as pale as paper.

If he hadn't clearly known that the Ancestor didn't like them to kneel at every turn, he would have wanted to kneel.

"Ancestor is angry! I don't know what the Song family has done to make you unhappy, if you say it, don't give up the Song family! ”

Some of the great powers will benefit their families after they have cultivated deeply.

But as familiar people continue to pass away, and the blood relationship is constantly separated, the relationship will be cut off, and it will never matter in the future.

"Now Qingyuan City, even if you look at the immortal cultivation realm, it is not a small city, and now it is a first-class family, and there are Jindan real people in charge.

There is also a main peak real person in the Linghe Sect, and there is no need for the support of the deity. ”

Song Wanling said lightly.

"The Song family has this day, thanks to the kindness of the ancestors, it is all because you have given the heavenly materials and earth treasures that the children with good qualifications can break through the golden pill!"

The head of the Song family said in fear, his back bent deeply.

He is also a strong man now, the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, but he is facing the ancestor.

Whether it is the difference between the two sides in cultivation, or the other party is an ancestor.

This gesture did not feel humiliating at all.

"There is no need to be afraid, you and I are both members of the Song family.

But perhaps after a hundred years of retreat, there have been a different number of faces that I didn't know.

When you understand that this Song family is still relying on the juniors in the future. ”

With a wave of Song Wanling's wide sleeves, the head of the family who was about to kneel was gently straightened, although it was soft, he was not allowed to make other movements.

As soon as she raised her hand again, a streamer flew out of her sleeve, which was a tear-shaped crystal-like treasure, with a restrained aura.

When the head of the Song family looked at it, tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and a thick pathos spread out of his heart.

Song Wan Lingyu's fingers brushed.

"This is a tear of emotion left when I broke through the golden pill, when I made an oath, the thunder tribulation was added, and the heavenly spiritual liquid nourished.

This is also a spiritual weapon.

When the Song clan is in trouble, it is urged, and if the deity is still in this cultivation realm, he will know. ”

The head of the Song family was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that their biggest supporter, the old ancestor, had not abandoned them.

But he still didn't take it, but respectfully waited for the order.

But Song Wanling rewarded some cultivation things, and walked away on the moon.

In the empty courtyard, the head of the Song family sorted out his emotions, pushed open the door, and looked at the juniors who were looking forward to him, he shook his head.

This time, when the ancestor returned home, the juniors in the clan were all excited, not to mention being accepted as a disciple by the ancestor, but he only took it with him and let him serve.

That's a great opportunity.

But after all, it became an extravagant hope.

As for this courtyard, although it seems to be only a little bit of aura, they all know that this is extremely extraordinary for the Song family.

The head of the Song family wanted to let his most talented grandson live in it, but he still didn't have the guts.

Instead, after consultation with many elders, a group of Song clan disciples came to fight, and the winner could live in.

After she left, what happened to the Song family, Song Wanling had no intention of carering.

For her, the descendants of the Song family have a weak blood relationship with her, and she will take care of it a little, but no more.

And Qingquan Peak, the original four disciples of the same lineage, except for her, have all died in the world.

And now the peak master of Qingquan Peak is a disciple of the senior brother, and he is a real person of Jindan.

She also took care of the descendants of her brothers and sisters, but just like the Song family, after a little retreat, the originally young children became experienced monks.

Kinship, as well as all fate, have faded under the long wash.

……