Inside the apse, candles flickered gently.

On the pieces of spirit cards, the names of the cultivators of the Dao Gate are engraved, those who have become immortals, or those who have become martyrs.

The mysterious man stood in front of the spirit tablet inscription, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar names on it seriously, and the look on his face gradually became cold from the first excitement.

When he saw the spirit tablet engraved with the name "Li Changsheng", the mysterious man's body trembled slightly, and he said coldly: "Is he really gone?" ”

Maoshan Palm Sect felt the icy chill emanating from his body, moved a few steps slightly in the direction of the entrance of the apse, and said, "It's gone, the wordless spirit card, it's no longer a wordless spirit card...... On the third day of his martyrdom, I engraved his name with my own hands on the tablet......"

When the mysterious man heard this, he let out a smile that seemed to be sad: "He will have this day ...... too"

"What about you?" Maoshan Zhangjiao's eyebrows narrowed slightly, looked at the figure of the mysterious person, and asked.

He seemed to understand what the mysterious man wanted to come to this Maoshan apse for.

"Me?" The mysterious man's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and he said faintly: "I should have guessed it a long time ago...... There is no name on the inscription of the spirit tablet in this apse......"

The mysterious man thought that he was so excited just now, before he stepped into this apse, and now that he thought about it, he felt ridiculous.

He should have guessed that there would be no name for him here.

The dignity he wanted, the glory...... Even after his death...... Nor can I get ......

Maoshan Zhangjiao breathed one after another in his chest, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said: "You are going against the path, and you still delusionally think that there is your name in this apse? ”

"Why?"

The mysterious man was sad and indignant, turned around, looked at Maoshan Zhangjiao, pointed to the pieces of spirit cards in front of him, and roared: "There are three thousand avenues in the world, I take my own way, why shouldn't there be my name on this spirit card......"

At this moment, his momentum suddenly skyrocketed, as if with a fierce killing intent.

Maoshan Palm Sect trembled slightly, only to feel like he was about to suffocate.

The power possessed by the mysterious man was far beyond his imagination.

The mysterious man's face showed a strange smile, pointed to the many spirit cards in front of him, and said, "Look at this...... The Heavenly Master is a true monarch, and he has a hundred years of friendship with me...... But when the world besieges me...... It was he who pierced my body......"

"This ...... Maoshan Danyangzi ...... Did you know that I'm half of his teacher? But he ...... But he ...... Ignoring the feelings of the past...... Lamentable...... Ridiculous......"

"Look at this again...... Quanzhen Dao Ancestor Lu Dongbin...... He is a descendant of the people, and he entered the Tao with Confucianism...... Why? How can it be engraved on this spiritual tablet inscription? When I was alive...... He wasn't born yet......"

"And this one...... Maoshan patriarch Wei Huacun Wei ...... At the beginning, the world besieged me...... It was him, with his disciple Yin Yang Laosuo, who came to take my life in person...... But now...... His disciple Yin Yang Lao Su became a lackey of the Immortal League...... If I don't have ...... Your entire Maoshan has long since perished......"

The mysterious man roared wildly, as if he was crazy, as if he was angry, as if he was unwilling.

Maoshan Zhangjiao's face became more and more ugly, looking at the mysterious person who seemed to be crazy in his anger, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"These people...... These people ...... It is not worthy to be enshrined in the apse......"

The mysterious man gritted his teeth, looked at the spirit tablets in front of him, and said, "When they existed in the world, they were less than one-tenth of me...... Why? Why...... Can their names be engraved on this spirit tablet? And I'm ...... But it will be forgotten by the disciples of the Dao Sect in later generations......"

All his questions were not answered by Maoshan Zhangjiao.

Come to think of it, there are not many people in this world who can answer his questions.

Maoshan Zhangjiao looked at the moody mysterious person, and his heart trembled more and more, step by step, quietly, in the direction of the apse gate.

When he confirmed that he could leave this place in an instant, he calmed down a little, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, looked at the back of the mysterious man, and said, "You know what you have done...... These things have been forgotten or no longer known to the people of later generations...... But...... No matter how long it has been...... What happened...... Never be able to extinguish the ...... they ever existed."

"No...... No, ......" The mysterious man shook his head again and again, looked at the spirit card in front of him, and muttered to himself: "There is no answer I want here...... I shouldn't have entered this Maoshan apse...... No answer...... There is no answer here......"

The mysterious man's face showed a confused look.

Maoshan Zhangjiao's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly, and said, "Since this is the case...... Then you can ask these people in front of you yourself......"

As soon as the words fell, his whole body suddenly turned into a violent wind and flashed towards the outside of the main hall.

"Whoosh"

The door of the hall was swept open by the wind, and the figure of Maoshan Zhangjiao suddenly rushed out.

A golden light, as if falling from the sky, turned into a Dao Dao Sky Net, instantly enveloping the entire Maoshan apse.

The figure of the mysterious person trembled slightly, and when he reacted, in the apse, where was the figure of Maoshan Zhangjiao?

A mysterious power, like a fragrance that permeates the air, lingers in the apse.

The spirit tablet inscription in front of him began to tremble constantly.

The candle flame flickered constantly, and in the dimness, the atmosphere became more and more eerie, and the ancient souls seemed to be returning.

A powerful aura emanated from the spirit tablet inscription in front of him.

The mysterious man's face changed suddenly, and at this moment, he was also stunned, looking at the trembling spirit tablets in front of him in disbelief, he couldn't help but retreat step by step.

The colorful divine light suddenly flashed out, and the power contained in the entire Maoshan apse has been opened by the Maoshan Sect.

At this moment, the mysterious man's eyes widened in horror.

In front of his eyes, familiar figures began to appear.

Heavenly Master Dao Shangpin Zhenjun, Maoshan Danyangzi, Patriarch Wei Huacun, Quanzhen Dao Ancestor Lu Dongbin......

On this spirit card, one by one, at this moment, a figure turned into a figure, and it actually surrounded the mysterious person.

"Wicked...... You deserve death......"

"You're insulting...... Trying to go against the grain......"

"You killed ten thousand people...... ...... should be killed"

“……”

The majestic momentum became more and more turbulent, as if it had turned into the might of the mountains and seas, rolling down.

One by one, voices rang in the ears of the mysterious man.

The mysterious man had a frightened look on his face as he looked around at the figures that appeared.

After a moment, he seemed to see through everything, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "Residual thoughts...... You're all just a wisp of thought...... Now that you are all gone, are you still besieging me like you were at the beginning? ”

(End of chapter)