On the blue waves, Long Yuchen's speed was unparalleled, sweeping across the sea like the wind, stirring up the sky and mist, and behind him was a long water mark, bright and silver like a dragon, up to a hundred miles.

"This person is so advanced in cultivation, this speed is really no one. Looking at Long Yuchen's distant figure, a giant beast like a hill appeared on the surging sea, and his words were full of surprise.

"Hmph, it's useless to cultivate to a high level, as long as he dares to go to the ruins, then my king will definitely kill him. Before the words fell, next to the mountain-like giant beast, a figure wrapped in the black mist appeared silently, and his words were cold, and at first glance it was a decisive existence.

Moreover, through the heavy black mist, this person's face still has fine scales, like a human and not a human, like a demon and not a demon, strange at the same time, but also very powerful.

"Hehe, that's right, my king's strength is unpredictable, even if you look at the entire sea area, it is also a top-ranked existence, even if this kid from the Yin and Yang Realm is able, how much wind and waves can it set off. The mountain-like beast spoke, and when it spoke of their king, it spoke with awe and respect.

Soon, the waves rolled, and the figures of the two disappeared into the sea again, as if nothing had happened.

Long Yuchen didn't know about these things, because just now these two people were hidden in the sea, as if they were integrated with the entire sea, if they didn't sense it carefully, it was really difficult to find their existence.

After another three hundred miles, Long Yuchen's rapidly flying figure suddenly stopped, and then, the wind tide generated by the speed behind him seemed to surge, and it actually set off a large wave on the sea surface that was dozens of miles wide and more than thousands of zhang high, like a waterfall, surging forward.

"It's finally here. Looking at Poria Island, fifty miles away, Long Yuchen couldn't help but feel his heart fluctuate, and he was silent for a long time.

After many years, he returned to his hometown, which filled his heart with emotion, as if all this was a reincarnation, going around and around, and he was back here again.

Back then, he trained here, rose here, accepted the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Sect here, and met Jiang Luoxue here... It was as if this was the beginning of his life.

Here, he has too many memories, bitter and sweet, spicy and spicy, sad and sad... It's like a hundred flavors of life, with a long aftertaste, and the more you taste, the more mellow it becomes.

In the last fifty miles, Long Yuchen walked very slowly, as if he was experiencing a long road of life, and everything he had experienced was like a heavy snowfall, coming one after another, drowning his soul little by little.

When Long Yuchen stepped on the land of Poria Island, his spirit suddenly shook violently, and there was a feeling in his mind that he wanted to explode, which was a precursor to a breakthrough in cultivation.

"Is that so?" Long Yuchen muttered softly, and a look appeared in his eyes.

In the next moment, he tried to impact the Condensation Dao Realm, wanting to break the shackles of cultivation, however, what made him a little helpless was that at the last moment, he still failed.

"Is it still that far behind?" Long Yuchen's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Just now, the moment he stepped on Poria Island, he really felt the signs of a breakthrough, but why did he still fail? Could it be because of the uncertainty of the Dao heart?

For a moment, he was also puzzled.

After a long day, he exhaled a long breath, and the doubt in his eyes turned into an unshakable firmness, like an immortal rock, with an unwavering attitude and persistence.

"Although I haven't taken that crucial step yet, it's not far from the same after the attempt I just made. It can be seen that this trip to the sea will be an important step for me to advance to the Condensation Dao Realm. Long Yuchen's eyes gradually calmed down, like a secluded pool in two mountain streams, containing mystery and emptiness.

When his mood calmed down, Long Yuchen also looked at Poria Island in front of him, and his eyes were full of emotion.

I think that back then, when he came to this Poria Island, he was just a minor monk in the mortal realm, but now he is a world-famous figure in the great consummation of the Yin and Yang realm, and he can also kill the condensation path and fight against the sky, which has become an immortal myth.

Once a year, the years go by, and it seems that all this is like a dream, which makes him feel a lot of emotion and feel very unreal.

Now, many years have passed, and Poria Island is still an ancient and barbaric scene, among which there are thousands of monsters, countless, but for him, there is no longer any threat.

Looking into the distance, Long Yuchen saw through all the obstacles in front of him, and saw the cemetery with many tombstones and very solemn, which made him feel a pain and hurt that touched his soul.

In this cemetery, countless talents of the Long family are buried here, accompanied by loneliness and friends with coldness, which inevitably makes him feel concerned.

"Phew!"

Long Yuchen's body was like smoke, through the dense forest, and came to the cemetery in the depths of the dense forest, where everything is still the same, the green grass is shady, the peach is red and willow green, the green branches and leaves are lush, and the peach blossoms are blooming, delicate and beautiful.

And at the foot of the mountain, the rows of poplar trees are still standing upright, but after many years, these poplars have grown thicker, like three thousand gods and demons guarding this cemetery in the center, which is more and more solemn.

Long Yuchen took out the wine he brought to the memorial service, and placed a large altar on each tombstone, and then said in a low and slow tone: "Although we don't know each other, but we are all the closest people in the world, what you have paid is worthy of my Long Yuchen's admiration and respect." ”

Long Yuchen's words were melodious, slowly resounding in the cemetery, like a god and Buddha chanting, with a strange power that penetrates the separation between life and death.

With the sound of his words, the breeze stirred and brought a rain of flowers that covered every low mound, as if the spirits of the dead had heard his words, and thus responded to him in this special way.

After standing for a long time, Long Yuchen remembered the names of everyone here, and then, he changed the formation he had set up in the past again and turned it into a more powerful formation guard.

The deceased is like this, and all he can do while he is alive is to remember and protect it after all.

Leaving the Long Family Cemetery, Long Yuchen went to the burial place of the old man Wang Yinyang, as he got closer and closer there, his expression became sentimental, and even his tall body became a lot more rickety, as if the sky was pressing on his shoulders.

For Wang Yinyang, Long Yuchen's heart is most grateful, this person who is also a teacher and a father to him, is one of the most important people in his life, and few people can compare with it.

Thinking of Wang Yinyang's kind eyebrows and kind eyes in his memory, Long Yuchen's fists couldn't help but clench, his fingers turned white, and the sadness and memories in his heart surged like a tide, making his body have a strong sadness that could not be dissolved, like water, flowing and permeating in all directions.

The red leaves are as bright as blood, looking at the stone mountain full of maple trees in front of him, Long Yuchen's nose is sour, and his eyes are already slightly red.

However, he still walked forward with firm steps, his expression solemn and heavy, as if he was on a pilgrimage, and the expression on his face was solemn and solemn.

"Master, my disciple Yuchen saw that you were here. Coming to the tombstone, Long Yuchen knelt on the ground and choked up.

At this moment, he could no longer bear the grief in his heart, and his trembling hands rubbed the tombstone, like a wounded child, and tears flowed from his eyes, spilling his clothes and blurring his eyes.

If this scene was seen by his enemies, they would be very puzzled, how could this hard-hearted and ruthless person have such a side?

I don't know how long it has been, Long Yuchen's mood has finally stabilized, but his heart is still empty, his eyes are empty, and he looks at the tombstone in front of him blankly, as if he has traveled through time and space and life and death, and sees the old man's loving gaze.

"Master..."Long Yuchen said softly, and there was an indescribable sadness and pain in his heart.

Years later, he thought he had been able to see the impermanence of life and death, but when he came here, he realized that he was just deceiving himself.

Some sorrows are destined to stay in the heart for a long time, and some are sad, destined to accompany each other for a lifetime.

He called softly, as if to find the familiarity of the past, but the gap between life and death, but it cut him out mercilessly, which made him so powerless in addition to sadness.

At this time, he wanted to cry in grief, but his eyes were dry, and the tears had already dried up, which made him feel an unspeakable sadness in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

"Is the dead doomed?" he roared in his heart, angrily asking the sky, and finally he had no power to change the outcome of this foregone conclusion.

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