All the Shendu disciples were looking forward to this moment, and some emotional female disciples couldn't help but ask: "Is sanctification really that important?"

However, Qing Xuan kept staring at Ling Xuan, silent.

The red candles swayed in the wind, and the candle tears condensed into stone on the desk.

Qing Xuan suddenly took off his wedding clothes, turned around and flew out of the hall, and the voice of his decision came from the starry sky: "Uncle Chu has returned to the divine capital, then I can go with peace of mind! I hope that my gods can rebuild the glory of the year under the leadership of Uncle Chu, disciple Qingxuan, I am grateful in my heart!"

A group of disciples hurriedly chased out of the hall and shouted: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang, you can't go! Teacher Zhang, ...... Master."

Under the starry sky, the ethereal fairy trail flew like a meteor, fleeting, and no sound came.

Ling Xuan sat weakly on the ground, muttering in despair, "He would rather give up being in charge of a sect than see me again...... Hehe, hehe...... What a ruthless man......" Two lines of sad tears quietly slipped down her cheeks, and a sad smile on the corner of her mouth made people unbearable to look at directly.

"Whew!"

Ling Xuan suddenly snatched the long sword from the hand of a disciple, and the sharp edge flashed, and the horizontal sword wiped his neck.

"Stop her!"

This sudden move caught everyone present off guard.

When Chu Yunchuan and several disciples made a move to stop her, she was still half a beat slower after all, and blood had already sprayed out of her neck scars. In an instant, Ling Xuan fell in a pool of blood, and in the quiet temple, only the baby in swaddling clothes was crying in the arms of a female disciple, I don't know if she was hungry, or if the child was smart by nature, knowing that today was her mother's sacrifice day, she couldn't coax it.

"What's this child's name?" Chu Yunchuan looked sad.

"Uncle Hui, her name is Qing'er. The female disciple holding the child belongs to the third generation of disciples of Shendu, after hundreds of years of life, it seems that she has also experienced a lot of things, and she has mercy on Qing'er, and said: "Senior uncle, now that the senior brother is gone, Ling Xuan is ...... again How is this child placed?"

"Take turns, I have eight thousand disciples, can't I still support a child. After turning around, Chu Yunchuan instructed Honglou again: "Pass the order to go down and bury Ling Xuan according to the identity of the sect's wife." ”

"Yes, disciple, let's do it. Honglou responded to the order.

The bright red and festive colored silk hung on the eaves beam, and before the laughter of the newlyweds could be greeted, overnight, it all turned into a sad white silk. The atmosphere of sadness and helplessness filled every corner of the divine capital, as if everyone was pressed with a big mountain in their hearts, and they were pressed to the point of sorrow.

After the funeral, it was already three days later.

Qingyun Peak, although the fairy scenery is good, it can't resist the melancholy of the lonely grave. Chu Yunchuan sat alone in front of Ling Xuan's grave and said to the tombstone: "I'm very sorry, I killed you, I didn't expect him to ...... Alas......" He took out a jug of wine, sprinkled half of it, drank half of it, and never stretched his brow.

Behind him, a flash of inspiration appeared, and the divine consciousness clone of the Heavenly Patriarch appeared.

"Are you here to see my joke?" Chu Yunchuan didn't look back.

"Alas...... In your eyes, Master Ancestor, am I such a boring person?" Tianyuan Ancestor sat on Ling Xuan's tombstone like an old urchin in front, and said: "Now, you should know why I set the rule that I can't have a wife room in charge of the sect, it is because I know better than you what they are pursuing in their hearts, and if they have rules, they will have an excuse for prevarication, so as not to bear a ruthless and unrighteous charge." ”

"......!!! people, why live so hypocritically!"

"If you don't expose it, who knows? It was you who forced Qingxuan to make a choice, and all the tragedies were caused by your insistence. ”

"Alas!"

"What? Nothing more?"

"Don't talk about these useless things, now that the bastard has run away, what will the gods do?"

"Hehe, aren't you working so hard for this position as the head coach? ”

"you!" Chu Yunchuan smashed a wine jug, but unfortunately the other party was a phantom clone, so he couldn't hit it at all. Seeing the other party's snickering stubborn look, Chu Yunchuan said depressedly: "Although you are a master and apprentice, I have always regarded you as the most iron buddy, and I am in vain to talk to you, but you don't know me so much, it really makes me sad." ”

"Are you stupid, can't you see it? I kindly remind you that now, in the eyes of those disciples and grandchildren, you are a black-bellied person who seeks power. ”

"I'll be gone in two days. ”

"You are the one who broke the trouble, don't you plan to choose a master to come out and leave?"

"Forget it, the more I look at your outlook on life and worldview, the more confused I become, maybe...... I'm really outdated and shouldn't have come back at all. Chu Yunchuan got up and stretched his waist, and slowly suggested: "If you don't have a favorite candidate, just leave it empty, as soon as the senior brother left, wouldn't the one in charge of the sect also be vacant for a hundred years? ”

"That's fine. Heavenly Ancestor nodded and said, "As a Heavenly Pivot Divine Division, your fate should not be bound by a single Divine Capital. ”

"Are you embarrassed to talk to me about fate? Chu Yunchuan looked displeased, and said, "Let me ask you, last time you said that as long as you find the ancient kingdom of Po Suo, you can find a way to recreate the derivative realm, this time, you really didn't lie to me?"

"Am I such a boring person?"

"It's hard to say, the plan to repeat the flood thousands of years ago was also provided by you, but in the end it failed vigorously. ”

"Failure is not the same as dishonesty, how can the responsibility rest on my head. The Heavenly Yuan Ancestor looked up at the sky and said solemnly: "I might as well tell you frankly that when I was traveling in Taixu, I once met the wise holy monks of Buddhism. ”

"Wise Holy Monk?!"

"Yes, we played a game of chess with the sky as a chessboard and the stars as our children. I have to admit that he is the real wise man I met in the void, he saw through the confusion in my heart, and secretly guided through the Xingchen chess game, step by step, and solved my thousand years of hardship. ”

As early as 10,000 years ago, when the "Eternal Life Catastrophe" broke out, Buddhism had disappeared in Tianshuxing.

However, Chu Yunchuan has also heard of the three holy monks of Buddhism. In that ancient era when catastrophes continued, there was no divine capital, but the wisdom of the Buddhist monks, the relics of the holy monks, and the unphased holy monks had already moved the stars of the heavens, and they could create eternal myths with their fingers.

It's no wonder that the ancestor looked proud, he was able to meet the wise holy monk in the void and play a game of chess, which is indeed something to be proud of. After all, at the time of the Immortal Catastrophe, the Master Ancestor was just a little-known person, and he was not at the same level as the Wisdom Saint Monk.

"If it is really the guidance of the Wisdom Holy Monk, this recreation of the derivative realm should be expected to succeed, it is the ancient country of Posa, which is a little difficult to find. ”

"Although the ancient country of Bosa is a lost ancient country, the stump of the Bosa Wind Tree in your hand has a mysterious inductive connection with the ancient country of Bosa, through which it is not difficult to find the location of the ancient country of Bosa. As he spoke, the Heavenly Yuan Ancestor waved his finger to draw a strange formation in the void, and said as he drew it: "What I'm worried about now is that after your kid crawled out of the dragon's belly, his strength has not yet recovered, which is really pitiful." Master Ancestor, I will be merciful and help you open up the Xuantian Hidden Valley, and when the time is ripe, you can plant the Po Sa Storm Tree in the Xuantian Hidden Valley and cultivate it as a natal creation tree!"

"Hehe, you still have a little conscience. ”

After Tianyuan Master Ancestor finished drawing the last stroke in the void, the array diagram flashed suddenly, turning into a ray of star light and shooting into Chu Yunchuan's eyebrows. In an instant, Chu Yunchuan clearly sensed that there was an additional mysterious space area in his mind, adjacent to the sea of knowledge. The difference is that Zhihai can only store memory thoughts, while Xuantian Hidden Valley is used to nurture creation.

Under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for a cultivator who has not reached the realm of Nirvana to open up the Xuantian Hidden Valley.

Chu Yunchuan knew all this.

And what really made Chu Yunchuan feel excited was not that there was an extra Xuantian Hidden Valley in his mind.

Chu Yunchuan deeply knew that after the master opened up the Xuantian Hidden Valley, although he smiled like a nobody, he had actually run out of oil and dried up, and he would soon be wiped out. It's just that this old guy wants to save face, so he makes a look of indifference and just holds on.

A wisp of divine consciousness is the fruit of a heavy creation, which is annihilated once and destroys a thousand years of cultivation.

"That's all that needs to be said, let's go. Chu Yunchuan suppressed his excitement and deliberately turned his back to him. A cheerful goodbye voice came from behind: "Stinky boy, take care." Immediately afterward, there was a strange sound of the collapse of the spiritual source in his ears. Chu Yunchuan blinked his ruddy hot eyes, and said secretly: "Old guy, let you break the bank, you should take care of yourself......"