Above the nine heavens, suddenly let go of the endless glow, between the six peaks of Guizang, the pure aura slowly rose up, turned into colorful clouds and mist, the clouds and mist rose, condensed into the appearance of birds and beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, one by one lifelike birds and beasts wandered among the six peaks of Guizang, and finally even appeared such a divine beast as a dragon, phoenix, turtle, and lin.

The monks of the Guizang Sword Pavilion who stood on top of the six peaks and the monks of various sects who came to watch the ceremony only felt as if they were suddenly in the water of the pure spiritual energy pool, and they didn't need to run their minds, and the spiritual energy automatically drilled into their bodies.

A large number of middle and low-level monks have broken through their cultivation at this moment, although the high-level monks have not broken through the breakthrough in the realm, but their cultivation is also growing rapidly, and many monks who have been secretly injured in the past because of fighting methods, careless cultivation, and improper taking pills are also surprised to find at this moment that the stubborn diseases that have plagued them for many years have recovered.

This kind of means can be called the creation of heaven and earth, many people present have seen the ascension with their own eyes, and even not long ago, the Chengtian Zhenren lifted the sun and ascended in the same place, but the vision formed by so many ascensions, none of them can compare to the current one, even when the Ming Yuan Immortals ascended, the vision formed was obviously one level worse than the current one.

The sound of heaven was cleansed, and there was fairy music above the nine heavens, and the fairies scattered flowers, scattering countless petals formed by the condensation of fairy energy.

Song Mingting stood in the air, his eyes swept over his master and others, he had been practicing in the Shangzhang Realm for more than a hundred years, and almost all of his old friends who were still alive were at the moment, except for Su Ningshuang. This Frost Senior Sister didn't come back until he ascended, and if it weren't for the fact that the fate card was intact, Qiu Li and the real people would almost suspect that something had happened to her.

The immortal qi poured down from the sky, and Song Mingting's heart moved, controlling the immortal qi. His gaze turned and fell on Katsumi Zhenren, who saw his gaze sweeping and shook his head solemnly.

Song Mingting retracted his gaze and divided the immortal qi into five, four of which fell on the three Yujing Sword Sect monks, this was to repay the kindness of the Ming Yuan immortals back then, with this level of immortal qi empowerment, it was almost a sure thing that these four Yujing Sword Sect masters would ascend to the immortal realm in the future.

The remaining immortal qi, which accounted for almost half of all the immortal qi, was controlled by Song Mingting and directly poured into the body of the real person of self-denial.

The real person was startled at first, and then showed a helpless look on his face.

His own family knows his own affairs, and with his talent, even if the conditions in the door have improved a lot over the years, and he has a large number of precious cultivation materials that are rare to see in thousands of years, it is the limit of practicing to the consummation of the Yuanming Period. Flying to the Immortal Realm didn't dare to think at all, even if his own apprentice gave him a small half of the immortal energy, he might not be able to ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Instead of wasting it, it is better to give it to others and let there be three more Ascended Ancestors in the door. Moreover, even if he succeeded in ascending to the immortal realm in the end, there would only be one more ascending ancestor in the door, three to one, which one was better.

The true person of self-denial has been selfless all his life, and he has dedicated his whole life to the teacher, so he is naturally unwilling to "damage" the interests of the sect.

But he didn't say anything about it.

Song Mingting's heart was firm, and regardless of his master's helpless and reproachful gaze, he tried his best to control the immortal qi and wash over the body of the real person. Before that, he had asked Master for his opinion, but of course Master sternly refused.

Although he no longer mentioned this stubble on the surface, he had already made a decision in his heart that he must let his master also fly to the immortal realm.

In the dream, his biggest regret is that he failed to save the master and the senior brother, and now he is "reborn", if the master still dies of old age in the end, won't the result still change?

If he could, he even hoped that the second senior brother Chu Yangge, the fourth junior brother Li Qingque, and the fifth junior brother Wei Kuangyuan would also fly together, but unfortunately their talents were too far away from being able to ascend, even if the amount of immortal qi he attracted exceeded that of any immortal in the past, it was impossible for several people to fly to the immortal realm together.

Therefore, if there is no accident, this is the last time he and Chu Yangge will see each other.

As for the senior brother and the seventh junior brother, even if there is no immortal qi infusion, it is not too difficult to ascend.

Finally, the immortal qi pouring down from the nine heavens began to curtail, and clouds began to appear under Song Mingting's feet.

At this moment, Song Mingting found that the scene in front of him had changed, a huge river of time spanned the past and the present, and the rolling river washed in, reluctant to give up day and night. But Song Mingting's expression was very calm, as if he had expected this.

Countless pictures flashed in front of him, Song Mingting felt a force across time and space, and his Fengge sword qi converged, as if a line appeared in the long river of time, under the guidance of this line of time, Song Mingting's gaze traced up......

The scenes of the past reappeared, and soon came to the time when he woke up at the bottom of the pool.

On the edge of the cold pool, the young Song Mingting was practicing his sword one by one.

At this moment, in the cold pool, two mysterious forces intertwined and turned into a star life chart, which slipped out of the gap in time and fell at the bottom of the pool.

On the shore, the young Song Mingting caught a glimpse of the light flashing by the natal chart and turned his gaze over.

Song Mingting's gaze continued to trace upward, and soon he saw a tortoise shell, and looking at its appearance, it seemed to be about to fall into the hands of the Silent Demon Venerable, who had already incarnated into the thirteenth Xuanlong......

Song Mingting's mind moved, and the power of Feng Ge's sword qi dragged another force that spanned thousands of years and collided with the tortoise shell, and the tortoise shell was hit by this, and the trajectory suddenly became cheaper, and it fell into the hands of another young man, and that young man was Qin Feiyan.

After affecting the trajectory of the tortoise shell, Song Mingting no longer cared about it and continued to trace the stream.

Thousands of years passed in an instant, and finally fixed on a young sword cultivator, the young sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the brilliance was restrained, wearing the sword robe of the head of the Guizang Sword Pavilion, he was sitting cross-legged, and there was a sword beside him, which was the Guizang Sword.

The young man opened his eyes, his gaze seemed to have spanned a thousand years, and he smiled faintly at Song Mingting.

Song Mingting also smiled back.

At this time, another force appeared in the long river of time, pulling the power of Feng Ge's sword qi downstream, and thousands of years passed in an instant again.

To leave the peak, a young man with a resolute face and a bit of gloom between his eyebrows was practicing the sword trick of leaving.

At this time, the power of Feng Ge's sword qi intertwined with another force, turning into a life chart that was quite different from the Xingchen life chart, and the life chart appeared in a mountain rock, and the young man who practiced the sword seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes turned.

Soon, this picture disappeared, and Song Mingting's gaze continued to flow downstream, and finally fell on a young man, whose face was seven points similar to the young man who was about to leave the sword technique, obviously after he grew up.

The young man sensed Song Mingting's gaze, a heartfelt smile appeared on his gloomy and serious face, and beside the young man, the blue-gray sword qi turned into a dragon shape, and the dragon's groan seemed to penetrate a thousand years.

"Long time no see, Sixth Senior Brother. ”

Song Mingting smiled heartily back.