He never regretted losing the last chance to break through. But now, he has some realization, and what he did was right.

Monks cultivating immortals, since they are cultivating the road to ascending to immortals, they almost have to cut off the fate of the earth, and in order to cultivate immortals, they have killed their wives and preached the Tao, and the act of exterminating the clan has happened a lot over the years, and the cultivation world has also acquiesced in its existence, and the lives of mortals are not considered human in the eyes of monks.

But when relatives and friends pass away and stay away from the world, although the six roots are pure, there is only one word missing compared to mortals: protection.

Mothers protect their children, children grow up to protect their mothers, the country protects the people, and the people protect the country in wartime.

The most sincere and simple feelings have been forgotten in the cultivation world.

The sect is formed because of interests, the sect blesses the disciples because of interests, and the disciples' loyalty to the sect is also because of interests.

Jian Wuxin, who was trapped by seven emotions and six desires and caused his description to wither, has vaguely become the laughing stock of the cultivation world.

Can..... Laughing, crying, fighting, and being injured for the sake of the people to be guarded, even if it takes much effort, are not things to be laughed at.

Because guarding the loved ones around you is the most simple emotion, and this is the meaning of cultivating immortals.

Qi Xiuran suddenly opened his eyes and swung a sword firmly.

This sword is no longer sharp, and it has lost its monstrous sword energy.

The sword aura is long, but it is like the sea, endless, subtle and restrained.

Lin Yiming sat beside Qi Xiuran, and he didn't feel any damage caused to him by this sword at all, but it seemed that something had passed through him.

When Lin Yiming used his divine sense to probe over, he found that this sword qi was so sharp that even his divine sense could tear it.

The sword of protection will never harm those who want to protect.

Since Qi Xiuran returned to the identity of Sword Venerable, he no longer concealed his cultivation, and anyone who stood next to him could feel the coercion of the powerful forces from the period.

But now, he is standing on the top of the Falling Dragon Mountain, like an ordinary stone, without any sense of existence, and returning to the basics is nothing more than that.

Lin Yiming was startled and pushed back quickly.

A beam of light emanated from Qi Xiuran's body, reaching the sky, piercing through the clouds, to the unobservable sky.

"He, this is about to soar?!"

Lin Yiming's eyes widened, and he was about to go back to the Taiji Sect to call someone, but he looked left and right, and the empty Falling Dragon Mountain did not mean that it was absolutely safe, and he could only leave the Dharma Protector.

When someone ascends, the nearby monks can get many benefits, so the monks in the past are all ascending in their own sects, and the rain sprinkled by the ascension can improve their cultivation and enhance the monks' understanding, which has infinite benefits for the growth of a sect.

Therefore, even if a high-level monk in the tribulation period can protect the sect more than an ancestor who ascends and disappears, the sect still supports the monk's ascension, because the sect always has to live endlessly.

In the ancient books, in the past, before the ancestor ascended, he would recall his disciples in advance and prepare for the battle, but Lin Yiming couldn't even leave here now, so he could only take out the messenger charm and send the message frantically, so that all the disciples would quickly come to chase Dragon Mountain.

Fortunately, because of the big competition of the sect, the elite disciples were all nearby, and after the sect got the order, everyone went at full speed, but in a moment, it was crowded with people.

Qu Huizi didn't wake up in a daze before she was picked up by someone from Wuji Sect.

When Qu Huizi knew that her master was going to ascend, her brows furrowed, and her intuition was stronger after signing Bai Yin, and she vaguely felt that this matter was not so simple.

But now the master in the center is full of vitality, and the state of unity of man and man will not be fake, standing there without any sense of existence, but when he raises his hands, heaven and earth are moved.

Qi Xiuran looked up, Qu Huizi saw his reluctant gaze, nodded firmly, and raised the hand holding the senior sister, as if to say: Don't worry, someone will take care of me.

This ascension was unusually smooth, and the thunder tribulation that Lin Yiming imagined did not appear at all, but the colorful glow on the horizon flashed, and Qi Xiuran followed the pillar of light and gradually flew towards the sky.

It didn't take long to fly, and the sky could no longer perceive Qi Xiuran's breath, and then a light rain fell, and the aura also diverged, and a trace of Daoze charm was hidden in it, waiting for people to understand.

All the disciples no longer cared about these things, and tried their best to feel the Dao Ze rhyme in it.

With the infiltration of light rain, some cultivators who were only one line away from breaking through began to break through in situ, attracting a lot of thunderstorms around.

But those thunder tribulations all paused in the distance, as if they were waiting for Qi Xiuran to complete his ascension before the heavenly thunder fell.

The entire Falling Dragon Mountain was rejuvenated in this light rain, and the previous anger was swept away, not only herbs, but also many spiritual grasses stretched out their buds.

Lin Yiming felt distressed for a while, it would be great if this rain fell in Wuji Sect.

All this looks so peaceful and beautiful, and the heavens and the earth will only be so unsparing gifts when someone ascends, and you don't need to snatch it, so you take the initiative to stuff the fruits into your hands.

So when people held their breath, Qu Huizi heard a voice, "It's a pity, he can't fly." ”

The people around her didn't seem to hear this, they were all busy sitting cross-legged to absorb the aura, Qu Huizi glared at the past angrily, although she had a bad premonition, how could anyone dare to mock the master in public like this.

It's that Ye Lao!

Mo Li was standing not far away, and Ye Lao's phantom shadow was hanging above the jade pendant.

This sentence obviously shocked Mo Li, and he replied: "Don't say that about Tianxing Sword Venerable, he is the greatest hope of the human race." ”

Ye Lao sighed, "Then you can see for yourself." Although he can't ascend, but the gift of this heavenly way is real, it is not a loss for you to interrupt the retreat and break through this experience, you absorb it well, and this time you should be able to achieve what you want. ”

Obviously, everyone has enjoyed the gift of the Heavenly Dao that someone has ascended, and it is clear that this rain has made the Falling Dragon Mountain, which has no grass, lush and green, and it is clear that Ye Lao also admits that the gift is not pretending to let Mo Li cultivate well, but why is Ye Lao still sure that the master can't ascend.

Qu Huizi suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and looked into the air, and the beam of light did not change in the slightest for a long time.

Eventually, the beam gradually dimmed until it was gone.

"Skywalker Sword Venerable has ascended!" Someone began to cheer.

No one has ascended in this cultivation realm for thousands of years, how many people can't get promoted, how many bigwigs have exhausted their longevity and soul and dissipated, and now someone finally has ascended, which is a great joy for the entire cultivation realm.

Some of the people cheered, and some closed their eyes to cultivate, but they didn't notice that a figure gradually appeared in the sky.

With a bang, the figure fell straight down, smashing a big hole on the ground, and the splashed mud and sand made everyone confused.

Everyone didn't bother to clean up the mud and sand on their faces, and saw a person standing up from the big pit, it was the Tianxing Sword Venerable Qi Xiuran.