Two years have passed in a flash.

In the past two years, Chi Jinling has really practiced hard, and almost gave up his favorite meat.

Lu Jingyu had already clashed into gods half a year ago and went to the early stage of Mahayana.

Today, the Guanlan Sect has three ancestors.

The youngest is not yet 100 years old.

Others are afraid that before the golden pill, he has already become a Mahayana monk.

Cultivating to the peak of Mahayana means ascending.

Chi Jinling is now at the peak of his godhood, and it is only one step away from Mahayana.

"You, you hit the Mahayana early, and you can feel at ease as a teacher. What are you doing for the teacher like this, and the teacher won't run away. "The ancestor of the Wangxian Sect was dressed in white, and the skin on his face could be broken.

Monks can choose their own age, and some are dying, but the ancestor of the Wangxian Sect has always maintained a young appearance.

Chi Jinling pulled the corner of Master's clothes from time to time, afraid that Master Shouyuan was about to be gone.

"There are three more days, and for these three days, Master will sit on the top of the mountain and wait for the light. If the light of guidance is not destined to come, it is also the life of the teacher. You kid......" Old Ancestor was a little worried.

Now one of the three peak cultivators of the Wangxian Sect is already in retreat at the peak of the Mahayana.

There is also an elder who is now sitting in the Wangxian Sect.

The other is his beloved disciple, who should have been in retreat, but stayed in front of him all day long, and just refused to leave.

"You can't suddenly disconnect in the middle of the impact, what if you miss the master's thing because the disciple is impacting the Mahayana? The apprentice wants to sit for the master. Chi Jinling's eyes were red, and he was clutching the corner of his clothes.

At this moment, several elders and heads of the family had already arrived at the main hall, and the atmosphere in the main hall was extremely solemn.

"There are three days left, is the ancestor still going to wait today?"

The ancestor snorted, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

"Wait, I've been waiting for thousands of years, and there are only a few days left, so why don't you wait. In my practice in this life, I have never been ashamed of the sky, the earth, or my heart. has always maintained his original intention to practice, and has never slackened for a moment. I always have to wait until the end to be willing. "The ancestor's body is sluggish, and everyone is only sad when they see it.

Under the protection of the ancestors, the Wangxian Sect is becoming more and more prosperous.

If you leave the ancestor, what should happen to the Wangxian Sect?

Nowadays, there are about 10 people in the outside world in the early days of Mahayana alone.

Cultivating to the peak and ascending, it was only the ancestor and the Guanlan ancestor and his senior brother opposite.

If the Wangxian Sect can't withstand it, I am afraid that the day when the old ancestor soldiers dissolve and dissipate, it will be the time of great calamity for the Wangxian Sect.

In the past few days, there have been a sea of people around Wangxian Sect, and because the monks were not allowed to stand on the top of Wangxian Sect, everyone stood not far from Wangxian Sect and stepped on the flying sword.

There were even some people who had a good appetite and brought dry food, and some people brought the cave mansion, waiting for the results of visiting the Immortal Ancestor.

Some people are ready to move, and some people are sad.

The top ascension power can't fly until the end of Shouyuan, what if it's them? What should they do?

On the first day, there was a light rain in the sky.

The ancestor didn't use the magic weapon, and sat cross-legged in the rain, drenched in the rain. The lonely back caused many disciples to cry.

On the second day, the sky cleared and there were no clouds, which was a good day.

From morning to sunset, sit until the stars are in the sky.

At this moment, the Wangxian Sect was already surrounded by scattered cultivators, and there were even people from the four major cultivation families.

Guanlan Ancestor stood at the top of the mountain, and Senior Brother stood beside him.

"I remember that it was Wangxian who buried the bodies of Lu Yuqing and his wife, right?" Guanlan Ancestor looked into the distance and asked, the sky was densely packed with people.

There is only one day left.

"Hmm. The old man...... He is a rare person among monks. The senior brother nodded.

"We have less than two hundred years left, do you think we can wait for the light? It's been a thousand years since the light of connection disappeared, a thousand years. We old things can't afford to wear out. Guanlan sighed.

The senior brother didn't speak, only his eyes were a little sad.

"Wangxian Sect...... But how is it good? ”

Neither spoke.

Fortunately, they accepted Lu Jingyu, who practiced very fast, and they still had time, enough for Lu Jingyu to grow.

Otherwise, Lu Jingyu will dissipate before he grows up, but I am afraid that the sect will also be destroyed.

Day 3.

The sun gradually rises.

The ancestor of the Wangxian Sect squinted his eyes slightly, and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, soaking up the sun.

After thousands of years of practice, it seems that I have never been so easy to appreciate the grass and trees in this world.

Ji Jinling sobbed under her breath, her shoulders shaking violently.

"Master, Master......" Chi Jinling's eyes were red, and she could even hear the sighs or mockery of those monks in the sky.

"Let your senior brother open the defensive array, and no one is allowed to enter or exit." The Wangxian Sect had recalled all its disciples a month earlier, and it was imperative that people stay in the sect.

In the future, when the sect array is opened, it will not be allowed to enter or exit.

But if there is a Mahayana peak ancestor attack, this defensive array will not last long.

Outside, in addition to the Guanlan Sect, there was only the master of the Junzi Sword, who was a Flying Monk.

"Master, this is something that Xiao Jin has brought since birth. Master, let it repay you for your nurturing kindness. Xiao Jin took off a piece of red jade the size of a fingernail from his neck.

The ancestor didn't look at it much, and just let her tie the gem around his neck.

Chi Jinling's tears dripped down and fell on the gem.

The gem shimmered and then dissipated into the sunlight.

"Master, if you hadn't protected your disciples all these years, you wouldn't know how much suffering your disciples would have suffered. The disciple owes you a favor and acknowledges your kindness. I only hope that the master can fly to the immortal realm and live up to this thousand years of waiting. Chi Jinling knelt down and kowtowed.

At the foot of the mountain, countless disciples knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the ancestor of the Immortal Sect.

"At noon, it is the end of my life." Old Ancestor's voice was thin, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Quietly waiting for death.

Wangxian Sect was surrounded by monks, and the gentleman's sword looked at the figure of Chi Jinling below, and it was bound to win.

He is now in the late Yuan Infant stage, if it weren't for Lu Jingyu and Chi Jinling, he would now be the leader of the younger generation in this cultivation realm.

But so what, Chi Jinling has no teacher.

"Master, you see, the hour is coming. That Wangxian Sect old man is going to be dismissed. Junzi Jian said to the old man next to him with a smile.

The old man closed his eyes and hummed faintly.

"Master, you really suffer. You are obviously not weaker than the old man of the Wangxian Sect, but you are a casual cultivator, although there are major families who are regarded as guests. But in the end, it was a little less majestic than the ancestor of the first sect in the cultivation realm. It's good now, this old man is dead, and there is no hope of ascending, this Wangxian Sect ......" Junzi Jian said with a smile.

The master opened his eyes, he and the ancestor of the Wangxian Sect were both Mahayana monks.

But in the end, it was the old man who became the ancestor of the Wangxian Sect, saying that his character was higher than cultivation, it was really a joke.

Now that it has dissipated, it is not a void.

"It's noon!" I don't know who shouted.

I saw a faint starlight rising from the ancestor of the Wangxian Sect, as if it was about to disappear with the wind.