Far away from the forest, in the eastern part of the Dien Luo continent, there is a mountain range, this mountain range is very strange, not winding like a dragon, but connecting in a circle.

Within this crater is a vast basin.

The cabinet building in the basin is everywhere, in the dark night, but at this moment, there is a sad atmosphere, permeating this basin, it seems that even the rain has not suppressed this sadness, and even the thunder in the sky has not let this sadness dissipate a little.

In the mountains outside this basin, there are eight huge pillars with a thickness of ten zhang scattered in eight directions, and the distance between them is not the slightest difference, as if they have grown on the mountains, slanting into the sky.

At a distance of about 10,000 zhang from the basin below, these eight stone pillars are connected with a huge Taoist temple, and from a distance, the antique Taoist temple is supported by these eight stone pillars, hanging in the air. In addition to being majestic, this Taoist temple is very ordinary and full of simplicity, but in this simplicity, it contains majesty and envelops the earth.

At this moment, when the rain was sudden, the bells echoed in the crater. The bell rang solemnly, and the moment it rang, the rain broke and replaced the thunder, but it made the mournful atmosphere in the basin below, and even faintly weeping.

In the basin, countless monks walked out of the attics, men, women and children, wearing Taoist robes, ignoring the rain falling on their bodies, wetting their heads, without exerting any magical powers, with sadness, silently looking at the Taoist temple above, letting the rain fall on their faces, and the tears in the corners of their eyes flowed down their cheeks. In the Taoist temple above the basin, there was an old man in a Taoist robe sitting cross-legged, this old man was kind and kind-eyed, but at this moment, his face was pale and bloodless, and he sat there quietly, looking calm.

In front of him, kneeling in front of the four people, three men and one woman, except for one man and one woman who are middle-aged, the remaining two are the old man and they are kneeling there, their expressions revealing sadness, but the respect between the eyebrows is not a lot. Especially the woman, this woman is very beautiful, quite a perseverance, but at this moment, she bit her lower lip, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, fell to the ground, and wet the ground.

\"The end of the division is approaching, and you don't need to be too sad...... For my generation of cultivators, there will be a day when this day will come ...... After the teacher leaves, the return to the Yuan Sect will fall on the shoulders of the four of you........." The old man's eyes were kind, with reluctance, and he said slowly: "Master!" The woman had more tears, looking at the elder in front of her, and memories of the scenes appeared in her mind. The other three looked even more sad.

"It's a pity that the old man's cultivation has never stepped into the Shattered Nirvana, otherwise, the previous eighth-order Spirit Yuan Sect and his party would not have been sucked away by the people of the main sect and ended up like this. The old man shook his head, his expression was unwilling, but more than that, he was helpless. "Master, that Purple Dao Sect set up a formation in my Moro Continent and secretly entered the Alliance Star Domain, why didn't you come back, the main sect wanted to bring anger on my Guiyuan Sect. The middle-aged man among the four clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

The old man in the Taoist robe was silent, his face became paler and paler, and there was a dead aura around his body, and he said slowly: "The main sect is like this, there must be a deep meaning, you still don't think about it...... If you are unwilling, a hundred years later, when all the sub-sects under the main sect are compared, let me return to the Yuan Sect to get rid of the last position in these thousands of years, and I can laugh at Jiuquan as a teacher. The four of them were silent, their faces were sad, revealing bitterness, the great competition of dividing the sects once in a thousand years is a grand ceremony in the Yunhai Star Domain, and all the sects in the entire Yunhai will participate in it, but this grand ceremony, they will return to the Yuan Sect, and they will become the last one every time, and none of them will soar into the sky.

The old man in the Taoist robe was even more dead at the moment, he exhaled deeply, looked at the rain outside the Taoist temple, and raised his right hand that was as dry as a bone, this hand, a few months ago, was not like this, but now, it seems that all the flesh and blood in it have been sucked dry by people, like a skeleton.

Seeing the old man's hand, among the four kneeling people, the woman had more tears, and the other three clenched their fists fiercely, almost wanting to grit their teeth.

The old man in the robe didn't look at his right hand, but waved it in the void. Immediately, a storage crack appeared in front of him, and the color of this storage crack was purple and red, and as soon as it appeared, a terrifying aura suddenly came out of it. Immediately afterwards, a purple-black giant python slowly poked out its head from it, the head of this giant python was several zhang in size, and when it appeared in this Taoist temple, there was immediately a coercion permeating.

It's just that the giant python looked a little tired, and its head poked out of the crack surrounded the old man in the robe, and his eyes were also sad and reluctant, and the core touched the old man's body.

"After the old man died, this fifth-order purple-eyed python is the beast of my Dianyuan Sect Zhenzong, you ...... Treat it well......... "The old man's face was not pale at the moment, but had a strange ruddyness, and his spirit was also uplifted, but this excitement was like a return to the light, and the deadline was approaching. "Now...... Let the teacher use his last life to cast a choice of spirits, return to the sect for me, and choose a son who will accompany the spirit...... I think back then, this is how the teacher was chosen by your ancestors...... At that time, I was just a teenager in a mountain village. The old man smiled reminiscingly, pinched his hands, and silently closed his eyes.

The four people in front of him looked at the old man sadly, they knew that if it weren't for the fact that the heads of the Guiyuan Sect had not died in a foreign land, all those who had returned to the ruins would burn everything at the last moment of their lives, cast a spirit of the Guiyuan Sect, and select the next few hundred and thousands of years, on this Moro continent, there would be a major helper for the Guiyuan Sect.

This supernatural power is extremely mysterious, no one can say the principle clearly, even the old man in the Taoist robe can't figure it out, but he just knows that this Ze Ling is big and has been inherited for a long, long time. This magic power is not always successful, in fact, in the past countless years, the heads of the Guiyuan Sect in the past dynasties have only performed this magic twice before they die......

The rest, all of them were failures, indicating that at that moment, there were no qualified people on the Moro Continent. The last trace of vitality and primordial spirit in the Dao robe old man's body burned, and his body, at this moment, also burst into cyan flames, and gradually disappeared in front of his four disciples. In the process, his divine consciousness was unprecedentedly empty, and it seemed that he had vaguely come into contact with some kind of mysterious rule, under which his divine consciousness permeated the entire Moro continent, looking for the child of the companion spirit.

I searched over and over again, but in the end, there was still no sign of finding the son of the companion spirit, and with a light sigh, the old man in the robe understood, Ze Ling, did not succeed. At this moment, his body in the Taoist temple, under the burning of cyan flames, only a vague head remained, and it was about to completely disappear.

But at this moment, his empty divine sense suddenly sensed a light in the rainy night in the different jungle in the northern part of the Morro Continent, and the reason why he paid attention to this jungle was because it was where the teleportation array leading to the Alliance Star Domain was located.

He clearly saw that in the jungle, the teleportation array lit up, and at the same time, in that light, a white figure slowly appeared, a white hair in the night, in the moment of fluttering, it seemed that the rain between the heavens and the earth trembled, and what was even more vivid was that the roaring thunder dissipated together as if it was afraid of this person.

"This ...... He ...... "The Dao robed old man's divine consciousness fluctuated violently, his divine consciousness was empty at the moment, and it was never clear, and the moment he saw his white-clothed young man, he suddenly had a terrible guess. This person is not a Yunhai monk!!

At this moment, the young man in white raised his head and glanced at the sky coldly, and at this moment, the thunder suddenly rose up, and the roaring all retreated. The old man in the Taoist robe was shocked, and the gaze of the young man in white actually made him feel shocked, especially at this moment when he was in the spirit of Ze, fused with some mysterious rules between heaven and earth, as if he saw countless souls surrounding the young man in white, these souls were too numerous, densely packed and earth-shattering, staring at the young man in white with hideous resentment, but he didn't dare to approach. These are all people who died in Wang Lin's hands in this life!

An extreme crisis instantly enveloped the old man in the Taoist robe, and he frantically withdrew his divine sense, wanting to tell his disciples the news as soon as possible, and to let his disciples flee immediately, and immediately inform the main sect of the news! In the Taoist temple, the old man, who was almost burned out, suddenly opened his eyes! This sudden action immediately made the four people in front of him look up. "Northern ......" He only had time to say these two words, and when the deadline was approaching, the primordial spirit collapsed, and the divine consciousness turned into nothingness, and all traces of it in this world disappeared.

With strong unwillingness, with a frantic struggle, the old man shouted two words again at the moment of disappearing.

"Gray ........."

The four of them looked ahead in a daze, their master returned to the ruins, but the four words before leaving made them remember it firmly, although, for some reason, the last look of the master was shocked.

In the Guiyuan Sect, the bell echoed, and the sound of crying in the basin spread out with the bell, with sorrow, with reluctance, with confusion and hesitation...... "All the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, go to the north of Moluo and look for all those who have the qualifications to cultivate, regardless of age, especially ...... Gray hair!"

In the jungle in the northern part of the Moro Continent, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze to the sky, and the rain sprinkled on him, pouring it on his body, wetting the snow on his clothes brought by the Alliance Star Field, turning into snow water and leaving it along his clothes, and as Wang Lin slowly walked forward, it fell on the ground in this foreign land...... The snow of the alliance and the rain of the sea of clouds, at this moment, regardless of each other...... "the snow is sent when you go, and the rain welcomes you when you come...... Seems good. Wang Lin took a deep breath of the air of the sea of clouds and walked into the depths of the jungle.