As more and more souls were attracted, there were gradually weeping and crying out all around, not the disciples of the Moon River Sect, but those who survived the scattered cultivators and relatives who had heard the bad news and rushed from afar to mourn.

They are concentrated in the north of the Taoist altar, there are a large number of people, but most of them are not high, and even many of them are still ordinary people, but the lower their cultivation, the stronger the sadness, and almost all of them have dazed, panic and despair in their eyes, after all, the people who can come to the Moon River Sect to watch the ceremony must be the head of the family, and their fall, for a down-and-out loose cultivation family, is tantamount to the collapse of the sky.

In this cultivation realm of the jungle, especially the low-level characters, they know better what cruelty is, once the pillars of the family collapse, then what will inevitably follow is the revenge and annexation of the enemy.

Although Nan Songzi had already said that he could allow those relatives who had died and scattered to live in the city and accept the protection of the Yuehe Sect for three hundred years, after all, this news had not yet spread completely, and secondly, even if those low-level monks heard about it, they still didn't believe it, they knew that the Yuehe Sect was an unattainable behemoth in their eyes, how could they care about the life or death of these ants.

The extremely sad cries were one after another, and they immediately infected the disciples of the Ten Thousand Moon River Sect, making them all show sympathy, believing that even if the elders spoke to admit these poor people into the sect at this moment, they would not say anything.

Not only were they moved, even those Jindan Yuanying monks who had seen too much life and death were also touched.

The gathering of thousands of souls and the sorrow of thousands of people will surely be deeply engraved in everyone's heart, and no matter how hard people are, they all reveal their sorrow at this moment.

Qiyun hid his face and cried, Su Zhen lowered his head and sighed, don't look at Lian Jingshan's appearance as a rough man, but at this moment, his eyes are also red, only Qiao Yuan tilted his head, his face was expressionless, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Qiao Yuan was not indifferent, but always recited these three words silently in his heart, making a silent confession.

The conjuring spirit lasted for a full day, until the sky was getting dark, and there were no lonely souls and wild ghosts in this place, the yellow mangs on the altar were still bright, and there were many illusory figures in them, and they looked no longer confused, but there were various emotions such as relief, relaxation, reluctance, sadness, etc., and their eyes were smart, as if they were reborn.

This scene suddenly made everyone who was still grieving and crying stop crying, and they all looked up, some people found their relatives, and some people didn't.

"Dad, mother, what's wrong with you? Come back, leave the child alone and let me live. ”

Suddenly, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy came out of the crowd and rushed towards the altar while crying silently, tears streaming down his face, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and his voice was a little hoarse, and everyone who saw it was so moved that no one stopped him in the first place.

That young man was just a child of the third layer of qi refining, how could he be able to rush to the altar, I am afraid that before it is close, he will be bounced away by the powerful formation power, and even if he does not die, he will be half a life.

At the critical moment, Qiao Yuan's body moved, and instantly appeared beside the young man, a big hand gently put on his shoulder, and the moment he was stunned, the two appeared at a height of a hundred feet above the ground.

This is the edge of the Dao Altar Formation, and it is also the closest place to the soul of the young man's parents, Qiao Yuan turned his head and smiled softly at the young man.

"It's dangerous ahead, if there's anything you want to say to your parents, just say it here. ”

The boy was obviously flying to such a high altitude for the first time, and he was a little scared, but because there was his father's soul less than ten feet in front of him, he didn't care so much, so he stood in the air trembling and sobbed.

"Dad, mother, are you okay when you come back, the child promises, he will practice diligently in the future, and he will never be lazy again." ”

When the words came out, the pair of soul shadows leaning together not far away, with more reluctance on their faces, wanted to rush out of the altar, but the instinct of the soul made them unable to leave the place full of warmth.

Qiao Yuan's heart trembled, his eyes hid grief, and those words were like a heavy hammer, knocking on his chest one by one.

Nearly 80,000 people, so many people have died, how many families have lost their breadwinners, how many children have lost their parents, this boy is just one of the poor people, and there are many more below.

Time passed, and it was not that no one continued to rush out of the crowd, but they were stopped by the elders who enforced the law.

Qiao is far from a god, he can't bring people back to life, he can't make everyone able to talk to their relatives, and all he can do is take the child to say the last words to his father.

When the sky was completely dark, Nan Songzi walked out of the altar covered with yellow mangs, glanced at Qiao Yuan, ignored it, but looked at everyone below, and said loudly.

"This seat has recalled all the souls in this place for thousands of miles, but exceeding such a number of dead souls is not the power of this seat alone, now please help the Yuan Infant Monk who is willing to help light these ten requiem incense, let them rest in peace. ”

As he spoke, Nan Songzi waved his sleeves, and ten ink-black incense sticks flew out and landed in front of the ten hundred-zhang tombstones one by one.

These ten requiem incense sticks were originally the size of ordinary incense, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into 80 zhang high and 3 zhang thick, standing in front of the tombstone, like a pillar of the sky.

"The younger Fang Tianlin is willing to help his predecessors and light the soul incense for the fallen 80,000 Taoist friends. ”

Just when everyone was shocked by this scene, a burly middle-aged man walked out of a group of people in the south of the altar, bowed to Nan Songzi, and spoke respectfully.

The Fang family where this person is located has a close relationship with the Yuehe Sect, so it is natural to rush to work hard at this moment, and eight days ago, he said something similar, and at this time, he was the first to walk out, which immediately made many people look sideways at him.

Nan Songzi's gaze froze at Fang Tianlin, nodded and said slowly.

"It's not difficult to light the soul incense, the difficult thing is to let the soul incense continue to burn out, this process takes seven hundred and forty-nine days, with your cultivation, it is difficult to persist to the end, but if you have a heart, this seat will not be blocked, but once you are not energetic, you must find someone to replace it as soon as possible, and you must not delay the big event. ”

"The words of the seniors, the younger generations will remember them. Fang Tianlin was ecstatic in his heart, and immediately replied more respectfully, he knew that he could let a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator say so many things to himself, obviously he was in the eyes of the other party.

Minami Matsuko stopped looking at him and swept her gaze to the others.

"The disciple is willing to contribute. Su Zhen stepped forward without hesitation and said, and even Jing Shan on the side wanted to step forward, but he had just stepped into the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and his cultivation was not as good as that Fang Tianlin, so he gave up.

Subsequently, the four peak masters of Yan Chenzi, Duan Tiangu, Zhuo Qinxin and the red-robed boy asked for their lives, plus Li Yuanqing of the Xinghe Sect and several other Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, a total of nine people.

The last person left was originally a strong request from a loose cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but Qiao Yuan suddenly returned to the earth with the young man, looking at the white-haired Yuan Infant Loose Cultivator, Qiao Yuan hugged his fists very politely and bowed, and said softly.

"This fellow Daoist, can you let Zai do his best first, and if you can't support it anymore, you will continue to be a fellow Daoist. ”

Now Qiao Yuan's name, the entire Nantai up to the old monster in the soul transformation period, down to the small cultivation in the qi refining period, no one knows, who doesn't know, his appearance is remembered by most people, the white-haired old man naturally knows, seeing this comet-like figure talking to himself so politely, there is also a pleading meaning in his words, the old man is sincerely afraid, and hurriedly said that he didn't dare, so he smiled and took a step back.

Qiao Yuan first handed over the young man to a disciple of the Moon River Sect to take care of him, so as not to get emotional and do something stupid, and then came to the last incense stick, and seeing that everyone was in place, the ten people raised their heads in unison and looked at Nan Songzi.

"The method of lighting incense is not difficult, it is guided by divine consciousness, spiritual power is fire, and the consumption is not large, most people can do it, but the reason why the cultivation is low and cannot be insisted on is because once this incense is lit, it is impossible to interrupt the continuous connection between divine consciousness and spiritual power, although your cultivation is not low, but you must insist on seven hundred and forty-nine days, it is still a little reluctant, so once you can't hold on to it, you must inform this seat in advance. ”

When the ten people heard this, they solemnly returned to the truth, and then they each turned to face the burning incense that was eighty feet high, and waited for the order.

After about a cup of tea, Nan Songzi issued a command, and Qiao Yuan's ten people immediately raised their right arms, and formed two fingers into a sword to the top of the requiem incense, and the majestic divine consciousness surged, as if a heavenly power came, making the low-level monks around Qi Qi's faces pale, and he retreated back in trembling.

Because Qiao Yuan's cultivation of the Qingyue Heart Sutra already had the effect of enhancing his divine sense, his divine sense was enough to crush the Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator, although he did not call all his divine consciousness at this moment, it still made the people around him frightened.

The divine sense is like a thread, wrapped around the top of the requiem incense, and then there is a strong spiritual power poured in, and after a while, the huge incense burns out of the green smoke, among which Qiao Yuan ignites the fastest speed, and the green smoke is the thickest.

Fang Tianlin, who was not far away, looked shocked, and secretly compared it, and found that his divine sense and spiritual power were not half as strong as Qiao Yuan's.

The others were also shocked, but Su Zhen frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "Little junior brother, what's wrong, why are you so impatient?"

He knew that Qiao was far from being a radical person, and he injected a lot of spiritual power as soon as he came, although there was nothing wrong with it, but it was not long enough to last.

Su Zhen glanced at Qiao Yuan from a distance, and saw that he looked focused, and he was not distracted to talk to him, so he withdrew his mind.

Ten incense sticks lit one by one, although there is a sequence, but the gap is not big, Nan Songzi didn't say anything, pinched the trick with both hands, and activated the formation to lead the green smoke of the requiem incense to the altar, tens of thousands of souls immediately settled down, smelling the soul incense and slowly flew towards the outside of the altar.