Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1287: The ancestor passed away
During this period, the world of comprehension is not peaceful.
The fall of the ancient temple of the early Taichu, the Yunyu Daojun, and the Jianzong in Zhongzhou all attracted a lot of movement.
After Xianjian returned to Jianzong, he released the news that Daojun Yunyu died at the hands of Huangwu.
It is naturally beneficial and harmless to Immortal Sword to make Huang Wu and Yunyu sect evil.
This news caused a lot of shock in the realm of comprehension!
Another titled disciple is in the hands of Huang Wu!
Soon, there will be more news about Barbaric Daojun.
It is no secret that Huang Wu has condensed three deities of heaven and earth.
Regarding these rumors, Su Zimo didn't take it to heart, returned to the Misty Peak, and began a long retreat practice.
There are no years for cultivation, and in a blink of an eye, ninety-seven years have passed.
This day.
In a cave house on Misty Peak, there was a loud noise suddenly!
Boom!
A terrifying breath burst out, the misty peaks were constantly trembling, countless rubbles rolled down, and even the monks in the retreat were alarmed and left one after another.
"It's the son!"
Nian Qi stood in the air, looking at the cave.
In a short while, the sky above the Misty Peak was full of people, densely packed, and the realm of cultivation ranges from the foundation-building state to the law-state state.
"Did Elder Wu Wu break through again?"
"How many years have passed since then, Elder Huang Wu's talent is too terrible. I have been trapped in the late stage of the Dharma Stage for a thousand years, and I still have nothing to do with it."
"How can you compare with Elder Wu Wu!"
In the misty peak, Su Zimo has long been appointed by the old crane as the elder of the sect.
Most of the monks who worshipped the Misty Peak, most of them have heard of many legends about the desolate martial monarch, and come here in admiration.
What's more, Su Zimo once spread all over the world in half.
Among all the martial arts monks, Huang Wu is their most respected person!
It was Huang Wu who gave them these mortals without spiritual roots the opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate, and no longer be threatened by demons, and no longer trampled by the cultivators!
The shock lasted for a long time before it slowly subsided.
After a while, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave mansion.
Green shirt, black hair.
It is the Lord of the Wild Martial Arts, Su Zimo!
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"
In mid-air, many Miaofeng monks bowed their hands in congratulations.
Su Zimo nodded and smiled.
"My son, after a while, the battle for the Dharma and Desires will begin. You have already reached the perfect state of the Dharma, and the top of the Dharma and Desires is the son!"
Nian Qi said with a smile.
She has the blood of the gods, and her cultivation speed is extremely fast. Now, she has also cultivated to the late stage of the Dharma Stage, and she is only half a step away from the Dharma Stage Consummation.
"Is there a dispute over the Dharma ranking list?"
Su Zimo murmured softly.
At this moment, Su Zimo felt a little bit, his face changed, and he looked towards the west.
Su Zimo's expression changed, he opened his mouth slightly, and a deep pain and reluctance flashed across his eyes.
"My son, what's the matter?"
Nian Qi noticed that Su Zimo's expression was different, and asked in a low voice.
"Sigh."
Su Zimo sighed and said: "I will go to Bury Dragon Valley."
Before the words fell, his figure turned into a golden light, and he had disappeared above the misty peak.
The bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley.
Su Zimo came down, and before he came to the ancient temple, he pushed open the dilapidated temple gate.
The old monk Yuanbei was sitting in front of the main hall with his legs crossed, looking at Su Zimo at the door, with a kind smile on his face, and said: "You are here."
"Master!"
Su Zimo looked sad, and quickly stepped forward, kneeling in front of the old monk Yuansai.
"Child, it doesn't have to be this way."
The old monk Yuan Bei stretched out his dry and thin palms, stroked Su Zimo’s forehead, and said softly: “Whoever does not die, I have lived for nearly 100,000 years. I have seen too much and experienced too much. Enough."
The end of the compassionate old monk has come!
"Master, look, the Ming Wang rosary is complete!"
Su Zimo quickly took off the complete Mingwang rosary and placed it in front of the old monk Yuanbei.
"Okay."
The mournful old monk looked relieved and nodded.
In the eyes of the old monk, there is no regret, no reluctance, no nostalgia, and calm as water.
"I heard that you have already condensed three heaven and earth phenomena, to what extent have you cultivated? Can you cultivate the supreme phenomena?"
"Remember to have the opportunity to visit Mingzhen at the Lantern Temple in the Southern Region. I don't know how this child is now."
The old monk Yuanbei chatted with Su Zimo, they were all trivial and irrelevant things, and there was no melancholy parting.
Gradually, the old Yuanbei monk died.
No earth-shaking, no visions.
The Yuanbei old monk walked peacefully.
His face still has a kind and gentle smile.
It's just that those wise eyes will never open again.
A generation of ancestors, with a lifetime of 100,000 years, still can't escape the chase of the years, sitting here.
Wow!
The sound of chains came from the backyard of the main hall.
A tall and burly figure walked over, with red hair like flames.
Before Yuanbei, the old monk left, the red-haired ghost never showed up.
It's not that the red-haired ghost has any resentment towards the old monk Yuansei.
On the contrary, the relationship between the red-haired ghost and the old monk is extremely deep.
Su Zimo understands that the red-haired ghost just doesn't want to see Yuansei old monk leave with his own eyes, and doesn't want to experience the sadness of parting.
"The old bald donkey is gone, I should also leave."
It's rare that the red-haired ghost is not noisy, and he sighed~IndoMTL.com~ Actually, the chain on his body had been shattered long ago, and he was not the culprit of the catastrophe. He could have left long ago.
But he stayed here until the old monk of Yuansei passed away.
"Just bury him here."
Red-haired ghost said.
Su Zimo nodded, holding the body of the old Yuanbei monk, came to the cemetery behind the main hall, and buried the old Yuanbei monk.
Su Zimo put all the ancient books in the ancient temple into the storage bag, preparing to bring back to the Miaofeng Peak.
Over the Dragon Burial Valley.
"Are you going back to the dragon clan?"
Su Zimo asked.
The red-haired ghost nodded and said: "Without my protection, you will be more careful in the future and don't be stupid."
"Go!"
The red-haired ghost waved his hand, turned and left.
Suddenly!
He frowned slightly, turned his head slowly, and looked at the void not far away, his eyes condensed slightly, thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?"
Su Zimo asked subconsciously.
"It's nothing, I just seemed to sense something."
The red-haired ghost shook his head and mumbled: "Xu has been at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for too long, and I feel a little nervous."
Speaking, the red-haired ghost walked away and soon disappeared over the Dragon Burial Valley.
Su Zimo stood on the edge of the Dragon Burial Valley for a long time before he sighed deeply and turned away.
Not long after he left.
A piece of void not far from the Dragon Burial Valley suddenly twisted, and a figure appeared.
The red-haired ghost felt right, there was indeed a person there!
It's just that this person even kept him away!
The man wore a large plain robe, his black hair covered most of his cheek, and only one eye was exposed, looking at the Dragon Burial Valley with a complex expression.
After standing for a long time, this figure bowed deeply in the direction of Dragon Burial Valley, and turned and left.