In the dilapidated Fog Hidden Sect, the surrounding areas were overgrown with weeds, except for some broken walls, and there was not even a sound of insects chirping in silence.

This inscription is a miracle of resurrection and a vicious curse. An old voice sounded behind Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang's eyes suddenly began to flow uncontrollably, although he didn't hear much about this voice, he couldn't forget it in his life.

"Master!" Liu Xunxiang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned around and looked at the figure behind him.

This figure was wearing a simple gray robe, hunched over, standing behind Liu Xunxiang.

His face is old, and he is Liu Xunxiang's master, one of the four heavens of the Fog Hidden Sect, and the sound of the southern heavens.

As usual, Ototenza's eyes were still cloudy, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Looking at his little apprentice, Ototenza stretched out his withered hand and touched his head.

This pair of masters and apprentices, who have spanned nearly a thousand years, met again in the dilapidated Fog Hidden Sect after this thousand years.

"You've grown up...."

"Master..."Liu Xunxiang raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him who was full of death, his heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and he tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body, but he still couldn't stop the feeling that his master was about to leave and had an extremely strong impact in his heart.

He knew that his master was actually no longer there, and what he was looking at was just the obsession of this old man, and he wanted to see with his own eyes the obsession of this little apprentice of his own after a thousand years.

But the more she knew, the more sad Liu Xunxiang became.

"People will eventually die, this matter is the destiny of heaven, no one can disobey it, don't be sad. ”

"Master... You tell me, what happened here, who is going to destroy my Fog Hidden Sect, and what did our Fog Hidden Sect do wrong?" Liu Xunxiang muttered with tears in her eyes.

Yin Tianzuo was silent, slowly raised his head, and looked at the main peak in the distance, through the Fog Hidden Sect, at the entire Eastern Wilderness, and at the future.

The cool breeze was blowing, with a deep sadness.

"Right or wrong is no longer important, as for the existence of killing the Fog Hidden Sect overnight, don't ask, don't think about avenging the Fog Hidden Sect and me, you have to live well. Yin Tianzuo lowered his head and looked at Liu Xunxiang.

"For the teacher, life and death are actually not so important, for the teacher to fight for a lifetime, the body is not as good as before, even if there is no such thing, you can't be promoted to Shenxuan, and finally the oil runs out, and the longevity is exhausted..... So life and death are not so important to the teacher, but the only thing I can't worry about is you...."Yin Tianzuo stroked Liu Xunxiang's head, his eyes were as kind as ever, and there was a strong doting.

"As early as a thousand years ago, the teacher should have fallen, but I know that after a thousand years, here, I will still have a disciple, so I have been holding on until now, I have been waiting for you, if you can, I want to be able to protect you all the way, just like when Wanzang Mountain, I am behind you all the way, just like when you are cultivating Nanming from the fire body, I can appear in time. Ototenza's voice began to weaken, and his body became dim, and the thousand years of waiting had already exhausted the primordial spirit he left behind.

"Master..."Liu Xunxiang took Yin Tianzuo's hand and shook her head constantly.

Liu Xunxiang knew that the old man in front of him, his master was not at ease with himself, he had no sect to back him, and he was afraid that he would be bullied in the cultivation realm.

"The people of the sect have already left, and after waiting for so long, I should also go and accompany those uncles and uncles who accompany you.... In the future, you must live well, remember what the teacher told you, and when you don't cultivate enough, you must not touch the taboo, understand? Yin Tianzuo looked at Liu Xunxiang, the kindness in his eyes was stronger, and he was reluctant to give up, as he said, he had no descendants in his life, only two disciples, and what he was most worried about at this moment was the child in front of him.

Although he doesn't have much contact with Liu Xunxiang, he knows Liu Xunxiang's character very well, Liu Xunxiang is very angry, but he can't do anything, among them, even if there is still a little hope, the old man will fight for it, so that he can have more time to watch Liu Xunxiang, do more things for him, and pave more cultivation roads for him.

Liu Xunxiang couldn't say what was going on in his heart at the moment, he only felt that his heart was a little tingling, as if the world was collapsing in front of him, as if there was a bottomless abyss behind him, which was about to swallow him.

At this moment, Liu Xunxiang is no longer a monk in the Huadan realm, nor is he the famous evil star, he just wants to serve the disciple beside Shizun, a helpless child, a child who can only hold the hand of Yin Tianzuo tightly, keep tears, open his mouth but can't make any sound.

"Don't be sad, don't blame your senior brother, for the teacher to have the two of you as apprentices in this life, to be satisfied with the teacher, to stay in the future, for the teacher hopes that one day, after the dark, I will be proud of you...."

Yin Tianzuo's body was completely virtualized, and Liu Xunxiang's hand holding him was completely empty, but on Yin Tianzuo's old face, the kind smile was clearly left in Liu Xunxiang's pupils.

Suddenly, the gradually fading figure of the sound constellation suddenly condensed, and this condensation also exhausted the last trace of vitality in his primordial spirit.

He looked straight at Liu Xunxiang with both eyes.

In his eyes, behind Liu Xunxiang, a figure slowly walked out at this moment, a completely different figure from Liu Xunxiang, he was wearing a white dress with gold silk edges, a simple but bright red cloth belt tied around his waist, his figure was straight, his face was still young, but in his eyes, it contained endless vicissitudes.

This figure is none other than Wu Liang who rushed over, Wu Liang who took off his pickled robe!

Wu Liang looked at the old man in front of him, with tears in his eyes, and slowly knelt down and lined up beside Liu Xunxiang.

The smile on Yin Tianza's face became even bigger, spanning thousands of years, he finally waited for this moment, and the three masters and apprentices of the Southern Heaven of the Fog Hidden Sect were reunited again.

And in the cloudy eyes of Yin Tianzuo, Liu Xunxiang and Wu Liang saw the answer they wanted to pursue.

At that time, the Fog Hidden Sect was mysteriously wiped out, and Xu Changtian, the head of the sect, pointed to the sky and died of madness, and the four heavens also fell one after another, and the sound of the heavenly seat, with the help of his own Taoism, the Vermilion Bird decided the last supernatural power, the Vermilion Bird Nirvana, and reborn his only disciple with Nirvana, only then escaped a catastrophe, and this disciple was the only one who escaped from the forty-nine bells at that time.

This one, that is, Wu Liang, is also Liu Xunxiang.

The illusion is the same as the reality, if there is no such one, Liu Xunxiang will also die in the illusion, the night of the Fog Hidden Sect.

If it had been with this Suzaku Nirvana, Ototenza could have escaped this catastrophe by himself.

However, he gave this opportunity to his apprentice.

Looking at this scene, Wu Liang couldn't control his crying anymore, Liu Xunxiang's eyes were red, two lines of bloody tears slid down his cheeks, his hands were clenched in his sleeves, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Master... I'm sensible... Before, I'm sorry .... I'm sorry.... It's my fault, it's all me..."Wu Liang kept kowtowing on the ground, and the tears in his eyes dripped on the ground like beads, one after another, strung into a thread.

Yin Tianzuo looked at Wu Liang, shook his head with a smile, and then pointed to Wu Liang's forehead, and a point of light followed Yin Tianzuo's hand into Wu Liang's forehead, Wu Liang looked at Yin Tianzuo and solemnly kowtowed.

Yin Tianzuo looked at Liu Xunxiang with satisfaction, looked at this Wu Liang, with appreciation and relief in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes.

And his body, at the moment when he closed his eyes, turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.

"Master!!"

Liu Xunxiang's body shook suddenly, and his heart seemed to be completely torn apart, he trembled and grabbed desperately forward, but these starlights had no substance at all, and he couldn't catch anything.

Forty-nine bells rang again in this Fog Hidden Sect, which had been silent for thousands of years, forty-nine bells, forty-nine underworlds, this is the fall of the Heavenly Throne, this is the death of the sect!

Two cries rang out, and Liu Xunxiang and Wu Liang, the two senior brothers who were thousands of years apart, kowtowed together at the same time towards the place where the sound of heaven dissipated.

"Congratulations, Master!"

Liu Xunxiang looked at the place where Yin Tianzuo disappeared, and he knelt for a long time.

It wasn't until the night of the seventh day that he slowly got up, looked at the already dilapidated and overgrown Fog Hidden Sect around him, and sighed deeply, he understood that the Fog Hidden Sect was over, and he should also go.

In the past seven days, Wu Liang has been by his side, never leaving an inch.

Now Wu Liang doesn't have that tattered robe, nor does he have that crooked bun, he is wearing the disciple clothes of the Wuyin Sect back then, standing aside, always silent.

"Master respects his old man, and he has never blamed you. Liu Xunxiang stood up and said in a bitter voice.

Wu Liang closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down again.

"I'm sorry. ”

Liu Xunxiang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You didn't feel sorry for me, at least, you let me have a master." ”

After speaking, Liu Xunxiang turned around, and in the distance, overlapping shadows began to appear in a space, and there was the way out of the Fog Hidden Sect's Illusion Realm.

"I owe you karma. Wu Liang said.

Liu Xunxiang glanced back at him, he came to the Fog Hidden Sect to participate in the trial, and finally became a true disciple, not because he killed all the monks who were in the Heavenly Character Chip Card in the trial, but because he used the pseudonym Wu Liang, the name of the Southern Heavenly Disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect, Wu Liang.

And the messenger of the Fog Hidden Sect that he killed was Du Wenwen of the Fog Hidden Sect thousands of years ago, the Du Wenwen who followed him in the illusion and saddled the horse.

The half-cut sword in the hand of the messenger was given to Du Wenwen by him thousands of years ago.

In the main hall, the elder surnamed Zhao who framed Liu Xunxiang said that there were still living people in the Fog Yin Sect, referring to Wu Liang.

The inscription in the mouth of the misty hidden sect's fateful person is also what Liu Xunxiang left on the Misty Hidden Sect's heart refining cliff thousands of years ago.

This secret realm is a game, a bureau against him Liu Xunxiang.

Wu Liang didn't know, and he didn't find out, he wanted to tell the old man that he was sensible again with the help of Liu Xunxiang, but he didn't expect that someone would use him to set up a game for Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang didn't plan to tell him the truth, as the only personal disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect after a thousand years, he had to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

"Maybe one day in the future, we'll see you again. ”

"Master, I'm leaving. ”

Liu Xunxiang turned her head, and the diameter flew into the ripples of the spatial superimposed shadows, and disappeared.