For three consecutive days, a few brilliant sword lights could be faintly seen outside the Dao Sect thirty days to illuminate the entire sky. Countless disciples were full of doubts, not knowing what had happened.

Since the head of Dao Yan Zhenren came back, the four halls and the seven peaks have also been much quieter, and they don't even dare to make too much noise when the sword flies on weekdays.

Everyone knows that the head is naturally quiet. But why in the past few days, there has been such an earth-shattering movement in the cave where the real person is located.

Many even speculated. Isn't it....the real person in charge is about to face the Ascension Tribulation? As a person with the highest spiritual cultivation, Dao Yan Zhenren has been in the fairy realm for hundreds of years, and no one knows where his current realm has reached.

Perhaps, it has really reached the point of breaking this world. … Qinglu Temple. The majestic man stood in front of the hall with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky in the distance, and his face like a knife could not see any expression.

The entire hall showed an oppressive atmosphere. Chen Cambodia deliberately slowed down his pace and respectfully came to the man.

"Master, Outer Heaven, Dao Xuan Master and the real person in charge, have you ever divided the winner or loser?" As the eldest disciple of the Qinglu Hall and the next hall master, Chen Cambodia naturally knew what was happening there.

When the Dao Sect cleaned up some Qianchuan Secret Sons not long ago, there were many clues pointing to the old man who lived in seclusion and practiced in seclusion.

The master of the Hall of Derivation. Dao Xuan Zhenren. And three days ago, Dao Xuan entered the outer heaven alone. Chen Cambodia speculated that the real person in charge was ready to solve it in his own way.

A life-and-death battle. That's why he asked Shizun if the two had a winner, because this battle was related to the fate of the entire Dao Sect.

The majestic man turned around and asked lightly, "Why do you think that Dao Xuan is a person from Qianchuan?" Chen Cambodia was stunned at first, and then said in shock: "Could it be..., a few days ago, those hidden in the door, a few people told the identity of Dao Xuan's uncle, and the master meant that ..... Qianchuan was blaming others!" Xun Ju snorted coldly and said: "Over the years, you have patronized your cultivation, if you cultivate a good appearance, it will be fine, you see, not to mention Shen Yu's demon, even the cultivation of Ye Zhiqiu and a few people has far surpassed you." It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with this big disciple, and Xun Ju's face was as cold as frost.

Since that guy was born, the Qinglu Palace has not had anything to do with him. Many years ago, even if Shen Yu interrupted the natal sword in public, he didn't feel a trace of the waning of the mountains.

But now, seeing the appearance of his most important disciple now, Xun Ju showed a trace of disappointment for the first time.

No matter how disappointed he is, Chen Cambodia is the eldest disciple of the Qinglu Palace, and he is also the default choice of the next hall master in his heart.

Xun Ju had to let go of his patience.

"Your Dao Master Xuan has practiced for hundreds of years, and in terms of realm, except for a few people, who can force him to do things." Hearing this, Chen Cambodia was a little ashamed.

Whether it was in the Qinglu Hall or in the other peaks of the Dao Sect, in the eyes of countless disciples, he was the most genius person in the world.

But in front of the man in front of him, he didn't dare to be half unconvinced. Besides, he didn't even speculate on such an obvious thing, so he didn't wonder that Shizun was so angry.

Thinking of this, Chen Cambodia bowed deeply to the master and said seriously: "What the master said is that the disciple is indeed a little too frivolous. Xun Ju sighed slightly and said, "Let Senior Brother Ye take care of the affairs in the palace, and you go to the sandbank." Chen Cambodia asked suspiciously: "Go to Shazhou, Master, what's the matter?" Xun Ju looked at the suspended mountain peak in the distance, squinted slightly, and said indifferently: "That guy is trapped in cause and effect, the entire spiritual wilderness, only the Lingyin Temple in the Western Regions can be solved, I don't want him to become the next Daoyan real person." Chen Cambodia was silent.

He didn't know that the master's prejudice against that person was still so deep. Seven or eight years have passed, and everything that the young man has done when he came to the Taoist Sect is, in Chen Cambodia's view, just a young man's high spirits.

In the eyes of any sect elder, he would be relieved. But the meaning of the master seems to be remembered, and has turned into an obsession in his heart.

Chen Cambodia opened his mouth slightly, but closed his mouth again, and finally said heavily: "Master, I know what to do." Xun Ju didn't speak.

It's just that the right hand behind the back is a little tighter. … The morning light is faintly bright, flying to the peak. Many spiritual flowers of different colors compete to bloom, and a woman can be seen cruising among the flowers in the distance.

Shen Yu sat bored under the gazebo, wandering thousands of miles. Although the Tianxuan Sword was recovered, this sword was no longer the sword it used to be.

The sword spirit may have become herself. Or maybe it's gone. There is only an ordinary ink-colored long sword left, and it no longer has the splendor of the immortal weapons of the past.

At this moment, the man was dressed in a green shirt, his face had lost a lot of weight, only those dark eyes still gave people a sense of distance.

Su Mo looked at it from a distance and shook his head slightly. Daoist cultivation, starting from the first realm of qi refining, in addition to condensing the aura of heaven and earth, will also temper itself, as the realm improves, the practitioner's body becomes more and more tenacious and strong.

What's more, the little junior disciple is still a dual cultivation of the Dao body, and his physique in some aspects is almost no different from that of a martial artist.

But even so, the body wrapped in the green shirt could see open cracks everywhere, and countless black qi emerged from the bone marrow, and then was suppressed into the body again by the clear qi.

Every clear qi is the aura in the sea of Shen Yu Qi. Therefore, Shen Yu's appearance is still so breezy and bleak.

But Su Mo knew that only the moment when the sea of qi was exhausted, the cause and effect that could not be suppressed would completely corrode Shen Yu's body.

At that time, the body is destroyed, and the soul has no sustenance. Either you go into the ghost path, or you take away others. Su Mo didn't have to think about it to know that these two little junior disciples would not choose.

From the day Shen Yu went up the mountain, he recognized this seemingly ruthless, but affectionate little junior brother.

So when the female sword saint injured Shen Yu, he would go down the mountain and return the sword. will return to the academy and find a few uncles so that he can enter the Heavenly Book to repair his body.

Because Su Mo always remembered that his master once said: "Although a cultivator can live for a long time, has great mana, and is an immortal in the eyes of mortals, no matter how many titles he has and how powerful he is, he is always a human being, with feelings, sustenance, and hatred." "A fairyland powerhouse who was about to step out of the ascension with half a foot seemed to be an ordinary mortal when he said this.

The immortal aura and ethereal temperament on his body disappeared at this moment. It was also the first time that Su Mo had seen Shizun without that kind of expression under the shackles of identity.

"So, don't always think about entering the Tao and attaining the Dao, it's all the most fake thing, and in the end, you'll be left alone, so what's the point." These are the last words that the Master left for himself before the retreat.

Therefore, for this sentence, Su Mo locked himself in the bamboo building these days, and almost all the tens of thousands of books in it were turned over by him.

But fortunately, in the end, he saw a glimmer of hope. The corners of Su Mo's mouth curled slightly, standing in front of Shen Yu, and said with a smile: "You are not worried at all. Shen Yu opened his eyes and said calmly: "A few years ago, when I went down the mountain, I met a little loach, the little guy is very greedy for money and timid, but there is a saying that makes sense. Su Mo asked, "What words?" Shen Yu said: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky." Su Mo shook his head slightly and teased: "Then this time, your life and death are really in the sky." Shen Yu looked up.

"In the western sky." Su Mo looked serious, restrained his smile, pointed to the west and said: "In this world, the best place to solve cause and effect is in the west. ”