Ji Qingfeng bowed to the person in front of him, bowed his head, and looked respectful.

"Thank you for your sermon."

The phantom of Yuheng Daozun smiled at him,

"I want to thank you for being willing to pass on this Tao."

In this world, there are not many people who can realize the way of the common people.

Su Changli couldn't stay in the Taiji Hall any longer, and appeared on the martial arts arena.

At the same time, Huang Khotan, Yu Ming and others also appeared here.

Murong Chuxue was the first to arrive here, and she looked at the peerless young man on the martial arts stage, and was stunned for a while.

A layer of mist appeared in the eyes of the always cold and brilliant Sword Venerable, and her red lips trembled,

"Master."

It turned out that he had always been there.

He has always been with her in the Xihe Palace!

But why, don't you see her?

Yuheng Daozun turned to look at Murong Chuxue and smiled at her.

Murong Chuxue walked in front of him, raised his hand to touch Yuheng Daozun's face, and muttered,

"Master, I miss you so much."

Her move stunned everyone.

Sang Luo gasped, and instantly overlapped the face of his master ancestor with the face of his senior brother, the front face is not the same, but the side face is really similar!

And the back!

Wan Wan Zhiqing, she guessed right!

Not far away, Huang Tian's face was turning from red to green to black, and he was about to speak out to stop Murong Chuxue,

"You are".

Before the four words could be spoken, Yu Ming covered his mouth and took it to the side,

"Shut up, you!"

In this situation, do you dare to speak?

Don't want to die?!

If this is an ordinary young disciple's delusional delusion about his master, you will also criticize it.

That's Murong Chuxue!

Murong Chuxue, who beat you some time ago and didn't even know your father!

You have this ability, you better shut up and don't see it!

Su Changli was also stunned when he looked at it, he has always been slow in this regard, and he has always only loved to practice swords when he was a teenager, and his junior sister has always been very clingy to his master, and he has never thought much about it.

It was only today that he realized his sister's thoughts.

Shang Shixuan was attracted by the movement here, and also came to this Lingyun Peak from the back mountain.

Then, he saw Yuheng Daozun, who was very similar to him.

When he saw his cherished master, he looked at the remnant soul with a painful face.

Sang Luo looked at the back of Shang Shixuan, and suddenly felt that his senior brother was full of brokenness.

She poked Chu Yanshu and asked,

"Is it possible for my ancestor to be resurrected?"

After all, he has the Dao Fruit of Life and Death, and he can feel the state of the remnant soul.

If the master can live, then. What else is there to be afraid of in this cultivation realm?

Kill directly to the Demon God Temple and destroy all the demons!

Chu Yanshu shook his head,

"It's not a remnant soul, it's just a touch of divine consciousness."

Yuheng Daozun has long since been annihilated.

Because he is a cultivator, he will not even be reincarnated.

Completely, dissipated from the world.

Sang Luo sounded a little disappointed, but the divine sense on the stage began to dissipate.

Yuheng Daozun raised his hand and touched Murong Chuxue's head, with doting in his eyes, and said softly,

"First snow, let it go."

Murong Chuxue chuckled, looked at Yuheng Daozun's eyes full of persistence, and said in a trembling voice,

"How to put it down? How can I put it down? Master, you teach me. ”

If he hadn't brought her out of the pile of dead, she would have died.

If he hadn't blocked that catastrophe for her back then, he wouldn't have died.

He should have taken his path to immortality, not like this.

The third is more ~

(End of chapter)