After Wang Bugui and the others said goodbye to Yu Wude, they also rushed to various places. Accompanied by Yun Jinghong, Leng Shuangrong led the remaining disciples back to the Nine Heavens Sect to take care of the aftermath. After this battle, she also saw through a lot of things.

Now that the Nine Heavens Sect is left with her and more than a dozen disciples, the entire Nine Heavens is in an unprecedented depression. When she goes back this time, whether the Nine Heavens Sect can still exist is only in her thoughts.

"Whew..."

Walking through the Nine Heavens Sect, a breeze gently caressed by. Qingsi slowly blew onto Cold Frost Rong's face, and her beautiful eyes were full of gloom.

This is the place where the Nine Heavens Sect preaches, and on weekdays, she and the two elders sit on the top futon, and the bottom is neatly filled with disciples.

Now the chanting and preaching sound seems to be audible, but the disciples below are nowhere to be seen. Cold Frost Rong lifted his hand, slowly brushing the air in front of him, and then hung his hand weakly.

"Master..."

Behind him, the remaining Nine Heavens Sect disciples all had sad faces, and they knew that it was actually the Sect Master's heart that was the most painful. She has led the sect for nearly a thousand years, watching one disciple after another grow.

In this catastrophe, many of the disciples who died in the battle were people who had accompanied her for hundreds of years. Although their cultivation talent is not very good, the relationship between master and apprentice for hundreds of years cannot be parted with after all.

If he could, Leng Shuang Rong would rather watch those disciples with bad talents die at the end of their lives than see them die at the hands of demons, and there would not even be a whole corpse left.

"You guys should retreat first, clean the rooms of the same door well, you senior brothers and elders don't need to move, I'll come by myself." ”

Leng Shuangrong said slowly, and those disciples could hear the sadness in Master's words. A few people wanted to persuade them again, but they were stopped by them slowly shaking their hands, so they obeyed the order and left.

Yun Jinghong walked up to her and said, "Shuangrong, I can also understand your feelings, but I don't seem to be able to help you except ask you to mourn and change." ”

"You have been hit much harder than I don't know how much more you have been hit this time. Two thousand disciples went out on the expedition, and when they returned, there were only a dozen or so. Even Lu Qianchen, a good boy, died in battle..."

"Old boy, they are also one step ahead, if you have anything on your mind, just confide, even if you want to cry, I will accompany you to the end. ”

Hearing this, Leng Shuang Rong slowly turned around and said, "Jinghong, why do you say that we have cultivated all our lives?"

"It's... Why did you suddenly ask about this?" asked Yun Jinghong.

"I just felt that I had lost my goal of cultivation all of a sudden, and almost all of my fellow disciples had died. And the people of our generation are only Gu Xiaoyao and Hua Mengchen. ”

"Now I realize that we have lived for thousands of years. The glory of the past is as if it happened yesterday. It's just the past and the present... Where is the old man?"

Leng Shuangrong raised his head and sighed, then walked behind Yun Jinghong and said, "I still remember when I first entered the cultivation path, I wanted to cultivate the Tao for the rest of my life and see the immortal path of immortality. But the further back you go, the more you find that Chengxian is out of reach. ”

At this point, she turned around again, looked at Yun Jinghong, and said, "After meeting you, this goal was abandoned. I started to want to stay with you, but I found that love words are too difficult. ”

"Then I want to do a good job as the head of the sect and lead the Nine Heavens Sect to prosperity. But when the catastrophe came, I was powerless. If you can't fulfill all your expectations, what's the use of having this kind of self-cultivation?"

After that, she looked at Yun Jinghong quietly, waiting for an answer. And in his eyes, there is only a pair of misty eyes. It seems that she doesn't know why she is alive or the meaning of her existence.

Yun Jinghong couldn't bear to see his beloved in such pain. Pull her to the top of a spiritual mountain and sit down side by side, watch the peaks of the Pure Land Cloud Sea, and listen to the soft song of the spirit birds in the mountains and the murmuring of the flowing water.

He saw that Leng Shuangrong had not relaxed, his eyes were still dull, and he said, "Take it easy, why are you so uncomfortable?"

She didn't answer, Yun Jinghong patted the soft grass under her again, and said, "Come on, lie down, lie down." ”

As he spoke, he took his own hands, grabbed Leng Shuangrong's fragrant shoulder, and slowly put her down. Then he lay down and said, "Close your eyes and feel it!"

Cold Frost closed his eyes and said, "What do you feel?"

"Quiet, just a pillar of incense, let's bring the Yuan Shen out of the shell and merge it into the Pure Land. ”

Yun Jinghong smiled, and then cast a spell to let the Yuan Shen out of the shell. Leng Shuangrong followed, and the two of them separated from their bodies and flew straight to the depths of the Pure Land.

Subsequently, the two primordial gods communicated with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and continued to merge into every part of the Pure Land. Just after a pillar of incense, the two primordial gods returned to their places.

"How do you feel?" asked Yun Jinghong.

Leng Shuangrong slowly opened his eyes and said, "The Pure Land is still the same, but the aura is thinner and there are fewer people." ”

"Frost Rong, don't you feel something else?"

"That's all I can see now. Cold Frost Rong said slowly.

Yun Jinghong shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Have you ever felt that there are some special spiritual powers in this Pure Land? If you have felt it seriously before, you should be able to tell the difference." ”

"These spiritual powers are those who died in battle. After they died, some of the fragments of the primordial gods turned into some spiritual power, and they eventually returned here. ”

Leng Shuang Rongyan's eyes widened slightly, and then he used his mental power to cover the entire Pure Land, and exclaimed, "There really is..."

She felt the spiritual power of the two elders, as well as the spiritual power of some of her fellow disciples. Although it was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, with her strength, she could still feel it clearly.

"That's right, at least for now you have a goal, to cultivate in order to keep this place they call home. Yun Jinghong smiled.

"I'm afraid the spiritual power here won't be enough to support it for a hundred years. If it were faster, maybe only a few decades, the Nine Heavens Pure Land would no longer exist. Cold Frost sighed.

"If I can keep one day at a time, won't I also pour all my resources into the body of no return? Everything has a day when it will be buried by the years. ”

"We can't keep time, we can only do our best to keep this little memory. The Nine Heavens Pure Land was a place that was once the concern of the deceased, and they also wanted to keep it. ”

"When a place has countless people's memorials, this place is no longer ordinary. Now that they are no longer able to hold this place, we will take their place. ”

Yun Jinghong persuaded earnestly, but Leng Shuangrong never got better, and only said lightly: "Nine Heavens Sect... I want it to disappear, and from now on there will be nine heavenly Dao systems in this world. ”

"What?!" Yun Jinghong was shocked, he didn't expect Leng Shuangrong to make such a choice.

Gritted his teeth and hurriedly said: "Shuangrong, you have to think about it! Doing so is not only ashamed of the ancestors of the past generations, but also sorry for the fellow disciples who died in battle!"

"I'm already ashamed of the ancestors of the past generations, I can't even protect my own fellow disciples, what else am I going to do, what kind of Taoism do I preach!" Leng Shuangrong said bitterly.

When Yun Jinghong heard this, he immediately grabbed her shoulders and said, "Shuangrong, I don't want to see you give up on yourself like this, you are the best sect leader I have ever seen, if you don't preach, who will preach?!"

"I know you best, and no matter what you think, you deserve to be the Sect Master. If you do this, how can you be worthy of the remaining disciples, and how can you be worthy of Leng Yueyan?"

"She has lost her senior brother, do you want to see you, the master, also leave her?"

This question made Leng Shuangrong's eyes moisturize slightly. The remaining disciples, as well as Leng Yueyan, who was like her daughter, what should they do after they disbanded the Nine Heavens Sect?

"They... Join the Terran Emperor Que and be the protector of the Emperor Que!" Leng Shuang Rong gritted his teeth.

"The Terran Emperor Que doesn't need a protector, we are the Terran Protector! If you decide to give up the Nine Heavens Sect here, okay! I'll accompany you, and I'll take it for the Terran Emperor!"

Yun Jinghong said again, his attitude was extremely resolute, it seemed that as long as Leng Shuang Rong dared to really dissolve the Nine Heavens Sect, he would dare to abolish the Terran Emperor.

"If you do this, aren't you also responsible for the ancestors of the past dynasties, as well as Wang Bugui and Wang Xuanming?" Leng Shuangrong asked.

"I won't let you bear all this alone, if you want to escape, I won't leave you alone!" Yun Jinghong said resolutely.

"It's not worth it... You once failed me, but now you can't let me bear it once?" said Leng Shuangrong slowly.

"It is because I lost you in the past that I should cherish it now. You can take me down, but you can't get rid of me!" Yun Jinghong said again.

Leng Shuang tilted his head and said, "The dissolution of the Nine Heavens Sect is not necessarily a bad thing, at least my disciples can go into hiding, or even return to the red dust, and they don't have to end up like that." ”

Yun Jinghong pulled it back, looked into her eyes, and said, "I understand you! When I lost Xuan Ming, I even wanted to die, and then when I almost died, I was even more desperate. ”

"There is only one belief that sustains me, the Pure Land where I am located, is their home!!I can't let them not find a place to return home, here are their memories. ”

"You can't give up no matter what, otherwise I would have committed suicide a long time ago! Although you have lost a lot of people now, you must cherish the rest of the people!"

"Once these people are lost, they are really irretrievable, they are really lost..."

Yun Jinghong's eyes were also slightly moist, and after thinking of Wang Xuanming, his heart was also sour. Then he hugged Cold Frost Rong, two people who were sick and sympathetic, asking for some warmth from each other.