The Dream Immortal Venerable has fallen.

This news quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation realm in a short period of time, and the fall of an Immortal Venerable was not a trivial matter, not to mention that in just one month, there were two Immortal Venerables who fell, one was the Yuan Soul Immortal Venerable, and the other was the Illusory Dream Immortal Venerable.

There is an ancestral hall in the Immortal Sect, which enshrines the life card of the head of the elder, among which there is Shen Meng's life card, the life card that was originally weak suddenly cracked and split directly, becoming two petals, and the originally bright Shen Meng on it also turned gray and dull.

The head of the Immortal Sect looked terrified, and he was just about to pick up the life card that was broken on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind behind him, as well as a yin aura swirling with yin qi, and it seemed that someone had instantly appeared in the most central hall of the Immortal Sect.

"You don't deserve to touch it." Hear Muyue's voice.

The head of the Immortal Sect was shocked, and when he looked back, the whole person was stunned, what should I say, the original Wen Muyue looked warm, looked shallow and smiled, like a gentle son, handsome appearance, gentle breath, I don't know how many girls' hearts were captured at that time.

Even if several major sects joined forces to convey power to Xu Yingfeng at the beginning, Wen Muyue at that time only seemed a little gloomy.

But now, Wen Muyue, who appeared in front of him, was completely different.

Dressed in a dark robe, his face was cold, there was no smile at all, his eyes were indifferent, gloomy and terrifying, his black hair was now tied up with a white band, and he held a sword in his hand.

It was Shen Meng's matching sword, which had accompanied Shen Meng for a thousand years, the name of the sword was the same as her honorific name, Shen Meng rarely used it, and now this sword appeared in Wen Muyue's hand.

"You...... What do you want. The head of the Immortal Sect contracted his throat, and his voice was slightly vibrato.

"The master has spared you, but I don't want to." Wen Muyue spoke, his voice was leisurely, he squatted down in a change of places, shattered the broken jade pieces on the ground into several petals, and carefully put them away, controlling that his hands were not shaking.

He didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it after all.

But when you see this fateful card, you have to believe it after all.

Shizun is dead.

"At that time, we were also helpless, you have to forgive us, think about it, your master has guarded our Immortal Sect for thousands of years, and I definitely don't want to see you like this." The head of the Immortal Sect spoke.

"But Shizun is dead." Wen Muyue heard the words of the head of the Immortal Sect, slowly raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

It turned out that these people also knew that the master had guarded the safety of their sect for thousands of years, so they did not hesitate to abandon the people who had guarded them for thousands of years.

It's ridiculous, is this the person who is guarded by the master?

"What do you want...... I can give it to you! Wen Muyue! The head of the family panicked when he heard Wen Muyue's words, after living for so many years, who wants to die?

"I want Shizun, can you give it to me?" Wen Muyue heard the words of the master, raised the sword in his hand, and aimed it at the neck of the master.

Hearing Wen Muyue's words, the head of the house fell silent, he couldn't.

It was only a short moment that the head of the sect moved, followed by the sect elders lurking around, who rose up one after another, and the spells in their hands all beckoned towards Wen Muyue's body, without dying, without mercy.

It's just that no matter how powerful they are, they are not as powerful as Wen Muyue, Wen Muyue is just a few flicks of his fingers, pinching the trick in his hand, imitating ice and becoming a dragon, and directly devouring their spells, these elders and heads have to vomit blood on the ground.

Wen Muyue didn't blink his eyes, just like he said at the beginning.

If Shizun dares to die, he will ask all the people from these sects to accompany him to the funeral and accompany Shizun.

With the knife in his hand, the group of unattainable cultivators in front of him are now like fragile mortals, slaughtered in front of Wen Muyue.

"Wen Muyue, you ...... You have done so much iniquity, and you will not die well in the future. The boss's eyes widened in anger and he swallowed.

The other elders were no exception.

"How can I get you to stop? Let go of the old decay, the old decay was just a ghost at the time, and I have saved up for many years, the elixir, and the immortal weapon are all given to you. An elder stretched out his hand tremblingly, his face pale.

Wen Muyue heard his words, she didn't know what she thought, she withdrew her hand, and her voice was flat.

"Shen Meng." He pronounced these two words and left.

In the past, Wen Muyue had Shen Mengzai, so he would obediently restrain himself, be docile and obedient, and Shen Meng was the curse mark of the demon in his heart.

Now that he is gone, there is no one to stop him.

In a short period of time, Wen Muyue was contaminated with a blood debt, a murderous reputation, and a bloody aura, he seemed to remember it very clearly, and remembered Shen Meng's hatred very clearly, and everyone couldn't escape his palm.

As if he was trying to turn the world upside down outside, expecting someone in plain white to scold him, a rebel.

Everyone knew that what Wen Muyue said, only Shen Meng could suppress him.

But in this world, where is Shen Meng?

"Don't kill me, Wen Muyue ......" Xu Jing'er looked at Wen Muyue in front of her with a pale face, Xu Jing'er was very smart, she hid in a place, where Wen Muyue was unlikely to appear, the Liuli Hall where Shen Meng always lived.

"You see, you have killed my master with your own hands, I understand your feelings, we are in the same pain, can you spare me?" Xu Jing'er opened her mouth, trying hard to get Wen Muyue to let her go, but Wen Muyue was still unmoved.

just gently pinched Xu Jing'er's throat, full of anger, and the indifference in her eyes was like ashes.

"You've soiled Master's bed." Wen Muyue said.

"Ahem...... Wen Muyue, don't go crazy! Do you understand, Shen Meng is dead, how do you make a fuss about her, she won't come back, people who have performed the art of resurrection, after death, their souls will be scattered, and they will not enter reincarnation, you will create karma again, just wait for death. Xu Jing'er opened her mouth and reminded Wen Muyue, expecting Wen Muyue to consider his own path of cultivation.

But I didn't know this, that sentence stimulated Wen Muyue, he directly shattered Xu Jing'er's Yuan Ying, abolished Xu Jing'er's cultivation, and threw Xu Jing'er out.

The whole person sat on Shen Meng's bed in despair, his eyes in a trance.

The soul is scattered, it is better to be reincarnated.

Yes, those people can still be reincarnated after death, but what about his master?

- Click

Suddenly, a book fell to the ground, and the sound attracted Wen Muyue's attention, he looked at the book, there was no name, it had been read many times, and now the page that happened to be turned was the art of resurrection.

The above record is that after the ascension to the immortal realm, the forbidden art of the immortals, this is not the same level as the cultivation realm, the immortals are destroying the world with their gestures, and they can also create real life, this is the art of resurrection, which can bring the dead back to life, even if the soul is scattered, they can reverse time and come back to life, but the price is very high, it is their own immortal body, and eternal life.

Wen Muyue's eyes, which were originally as dull as ashes, lit up a little in an instant, and she almost carefully picked up the book.

It's like embracing the most precious thing in this life.

……

After that, Wen Muyue disappeared, and no one knew where Wen Muyue went, but a hundred years later, there was a huge noise at the peak of the ruins of the Immortal Sect, which was the movement of the Tribulation Ascension.

The person who was illuminated by the light was none other than Wen Muyue.

In the past few years, Wen Muyue seems to have washed away the bloody aura on her body, and now she is sitting in place, little by little by the light of this connection, and soaring to the immortal realm.

Wen Muyue's cultivation days were not long, this speed can be said to be terrifying, everyone in the cultivation world looked at Wen Muyue one after another, and finally watched Wen Muyue disappear into the sky little by little.

The first thing she did when she came to the fairy world, Wen Muyue tried to use the familiar technique of resurrecting the dead, but no matter what she did, there was no reaction until Wen Muyue asked an immortal.

"No, even if we are immortals, it is impossible to manipulate life and death, life and death are fate, this is a doomed thing, we can indeed create new life for the Nether, but there is absolutely no way to resurrect the dead, even those who have been dead for a hundred years." The immortal spoke, shaking his head and vetoing the forbidden technique in Wen Muyue's hand.

"After becoming an immortal, you have eternal life, why should you be obsessed with this." The immortal on the side spoke, looked at Wen Muyue's face was not quite right, and turned to leave.

In just a moment, Wen Muyue understood.

What an immortal's art of resurrecting the dead.

"Master, you lied to me again." Wen Muyue took out the coffin hidden in the immortal glazed hall, which was made of spirit crystals, which could preserve any items, and everything in the crystal coffin could be seen completely transparently.

There is a woman lying in the crystal coffin, her palm is a peach blossom branch, the peach blossoms on it are still blooming, and there is a rabbit lantern next to her feet, as if time is frozen in her body, and it seems that it has never existed in this hundred years.

A hundred years is too long and too long, so long that Wen Muyue can't remember the temperature of the master's palm a little clearly.

He leaned against the crystal coffin, trembling his hands, and carefully removed the lid, the woman still maintained her original appearance, lifelike, but ...... When Wen Muyue stretched out her hand to touch it, the woman lying in the crystal coffin disappeared in an instant like powder.

A hundred years is too long, too long to preserve a body.

Wen Muyue slowly lowered her eyes, her smile was gentle, her eyes were gloomy, she took the sword dream she had been carrying close to her in her hand, inserted it into her heart, and crushed her immortal soul with her own hands, letting her soul fly away.

Eternal life, too long.

He doesn't want eternal life, he just wants ...... Master.

"Master, ......" Wen Muyue lay beside the crystal coffin, murmuring in a low voice, her face was meek, just like in front of Shen Meng, with a strong obsession in her eyes.

Changing one's life against the sky is a dream.

He...... Nothing.