Pride of Immortals Chapter 962: The first 7 memorial service for the last night’s dream
However, after the end of the war, Yu Chengcheng counted the harvest. Watching the water mirrors on the battlefield, I realized that it was impossible to completely kill them.
There are countless powerhouses in the world. Among the seven escaped Jindan True Masters, all of them were killed by Yu Zecheng on the battlefield, using the technique of surrogate death. Resurrected, mixed into the chase army, and escaped.
Some of those Yuanying true monarchs returned to the virtual **** monarch, and some also escaped for the sake of death, and calmly left. Some rushed back towards the Xuanyuanjian faction when they fled, and then mixed into the crowd and escaped quietly.
Some use secret methods, completely disappear, without a trace. Silently escaped. There are other battles, and they leave immediately, predicting the danger before the battle.
There are even people who touch fish in muddy water during the war. He sneaked into the Xuanyuanjian faction, stole it everywhere, and then slipped away. Fortunately, Yu Chengcheng had experience in this. He had touched several martial arts and experienced himself. His family was guarded and not too big. Loss.
In other words, even if there is no barrier from the unborn ancestors, Yu Zecheng cannot kill them all.
First in the world, the prestige is great, and the war is over.
According to Yu Zecheng's original idea, he intends to kill the Six Sword Alliance and completely destroy them.
But now the Xuanyuanjian faction, apart from their powerful fighting ability, the disciples under the door are all Jindan True Master. They are comprehending the feelings after the first battle with the heart sword Zen, and they have the possibility of promoting Yuanying, which is really not suitable for fighting against the enemy.
The opponent’s mountain gates have been in operation for thousands of years, and the magic circle prohibits countless. At a critical moment, they may even invite the fairy ancestors to the lower bound.
Here goes to the first battle, and the death of a Jindan True Master is the loss of the Xuanyuan Sword School, and it is unprepared. Rather than ten birds in the forest, it is better to have one bird in hand and digest your own harvest. It would be no war, and it was Yu Zecheng's character that killed him.
So Yu Zecheng ended the battle and did not kill the opponent’s mountain gate. Anyway, he ran as a monk and could not run the temple.
Sure enough, after the lifeless ancestor escaped, the news about the Kunlun mirror was not leaked at all. He and Yu Zecheng were the same.
Yu Chengcheng was not arrogant enough to really think he was the best in the world. There are countless talents in the world. The top ten are possible, and the first is impossible.
So when I got the news of the artifact, the two of them kept silent and said nothing.
Kunlun mirror, Yu Zecheng took it out for viewing. I saw this mirror, five inches in size, made of non-gold, non-stone, non-wood, and presents a restrained silver-white. It seems to be made from silver moonlight.
The mirror seems to be sparkling with countless crystal rain, which is the most beautiful brilliance, with the warmth that penetrates into the hearts of people, and the spirit that cheers everything.
In this golden gleam, there is vitality, beauty and beauty, and it is a continuous sea, listening carefully, with a deep voice of wind and thunder.
This is the treasure of the fairy family, the artifact, the Kunlun mirror, Yu Zecheng touched it in his hand, and his heart was filled with emotion.
This mirror Yu Zecheng is slowly studied, but no progress, but this is normal. Although it is only a fragment of the artifact, but how can the artifact easily recognize the Lord, then it is not an artifact, it takes a lot of time. Research can only be done slowly in the future.
Second-order flying sword, magic weapon, and innate spirit treasure seized. Yu Zecheng summarized and organized the Taiyi Lightsword, Ice Soul Hanguang Sword, Long Day Sin Sword, and those Ninth Tier Treasures that could not be transformed into the Tier 10 Flying Sword.
Yu Zecheng carefully selected among them, and selected twelve tier nine flying swords that could be turned into tier ten flying swords, as well as five tier nine magic weapons, which were put away by themselves. All other flying sword magic weapons are selected by other disciples in the door.
This selection is not something that Yu Zecheng can take away at will when he is a master. There are various rules, and you need to consume the contribution value of the school to get it.
Yu became a battle. There are countless contributions from the sect. It can be selected easily. The other disciples should think twice, so as to avoid occupying the treasure because of greed, but they cannot use it.
The last outbreak of Xuanyuanjian was beyond everyone's expectations. After the outbreak, Xuanyuanjian returned to normal, and there was no other reaction.
At the end of the war, Yu Zecheng became the first in the world, but the reputation of the world’s first is a fake name, meaningless for Yu Zecheng.
After the Xuanyuanjian faction battle, it was a busy day. After Yu Zecheng woke up, she glanced at the sky Chenyang, but there was a sense of trance, because today is the seventh day after the five great swords sent to fight the heart sword.
Countless things happened in these seven days, and there was another battle. There were dozens of true annihilations, and the True Yuan air column of the far-reaching true one **** in the distance was still standing between heaven and earth, but the battle of seven days ago was like Things happened many years ago.
Seven days, then today is the first seven.
Yu Zecheng issued an order to sound the warning bell of the Xuanyuanjian faction. Gather all the disciples of the sword faction and pay tribute to the fellow soldiers who died in the first seven days.
The sound of the clock sounded, and countless Xuanyuan disciples gathered here, all of them in white robe, under the leadership of Yu Zecheng, went to Naxuanyuan Mausoleum to commemorate many fellow soldiers who died in battle.
Head of Shiji, Patriarch of Hanyu, Master of Nantian, Master of Wind, Yubo, Yinglong, Zonghua, Xuanguang, Sanjue, Qiwu, Huaiyu, Gutu, Chu Chen, Jishui, Chenxi, One heart.
There are nearly two hundred tombs standing there, and Yu Zecheng took all the disciples of Xuanyuanjian to worship together.
Yu Chengcheng read the prayer aloud, burn paper, burn incense, and pay tribute to the memorial service. All of them stood solemnly to commemorate these fellow soldiers who died in battle.
From time to time, the cry of the disciples below came to mind, the thought of Master's own love, the majesty of Shi Ji's head, the care of splendor, the thought of Chen Xi's teaching, and Yu Zecheng couldn't help but feel sad.
But looking at the thousands of Xuanyuanjian disciples under the door, they are all looking at themselves, they are their pillars, they must lead by example, and they cannot leave a trace of weakness.
Yu Zecheng can only tolerate grief and make a solemn appearance. At the same time, he feels like he is wearing a mask, and he can no longer be like before, an unspeakable heavy task on himself appear.
The expectations of the elders, the continuation of the ideals of the sect for thousands of years, the admiration of the younger generations, the eyes of trust, they can die for themselves in one sentence, and their words and deeds may determine their life and death, These are like mountains. Let Yu Zecheng suddenly feel extremely heavy.
This is life, and sometimes life is like this.
The memorial service was completed in half a day, everything returned to normal, Yu Yu stepped out and walked into the distance.
He went to Lu Prefecture for immense amount.
Master has been buried, hoping to find his reincarnated soul as soon as possible. It seems reasonable that he died from the reversal of Nashesheng’s righteousness. The true source is exhausted, not from the dead swordsmanship. There should be a soul that can escape into reincarnation.
In addition to him, there is also poetry rhyme. I don’t know if I can find the soul of the reincarnation of poetry rhyme. By the way, there is the old man with a dry bamboo, and there is also the forbidden truth. I have a cold relationship with the non-speaking sect, but the non-speaking sect, unlike other schools, has an immense heritage and is not destructible to conquer. True one, maybe the relationship between the two factions can be changed.
This immeasurable case, the Xuanyuanjian faction asked for help when they were fighting, and there was no response.
In addition, there are three Yuanying true monarchs among the immeasurable ancestors, who were mixed into the enemy and participated in the robbery of the Xuanyuanjian faction. They were all killed in the end, and they used immeasurable tactics before they died, so they must be beaten and beaten to give them a lesson.
Yu Zecheng is now thinking about the problem, unconsciously rising to the perspective of the martial arts, he did not notice this change.
Actually, the most important thing is to go to that immense sect this time.
Yu Chengcheng came back to Yumeng suddenly last night, Xiao Xuan window, dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
He dreamed of that scene.
It was a verdant grassland, a golden grass beach, and a verdant green; an auburn gobi beach, and cedar bushes. There are white, egg-yellow, and purple-red; on the silver-white alkaline beach, clumps of white shoots, spitting dark green shoots.
The layers of snow peaks in the distance are like frozen white clouds. The sunset glows behind the clouds, and a few golden glows float in the blue sky.
On the grassland, a man, a woman, and two teenagers, chasing after you, playing well, and finally fell on the golden grass.
This mountain, this water, this grassland, all these are so beautiful and natural, so that the two are extremely relaxed, they like to roam freely in this world.
The teenager lies here and says:
"It would be nice if I could live here forever."
On the grassland, there are countless wildflowers, red, white, yellow, blue, purple... All kinds of wildflowers, this cluster, that one piece, make the green grassland more beautiful than the garden. With the early morning breeze, there was a burst of strong fragrance.
The girl suddenly said:
"Brother, if one day I die, you will bury me here."
The boy said:
"What is dying, but dying, it would be very peaceful to be buried here, but even if you die, I will find your next life and continue to be my wife, but the big house is not you. It's hard to tell how many concubines there are."
The girl said slightly:
"No, no, I am dead. You are not allowed to marry a wife. You can do whatever you want, just not to marry a wife."
The teenager said with a smile:
"Okay, okay, if you die, I will never marry for life. Originally, others would have to imitate the three thousand bear masters and ancestors."
The girl whispered:
"Then it must be very tired to have Grandpa Xiong~IndoMTL.com~ He is not necessarily happy."
The boy was speechless.
The girl suddenly smiled and said:
"If my next life is a man, what should you do? It’s funny when you think about it."
The boy laughed and said:
"Easy to manage, cut, and be the same wife.
The two started to make trouble, strolling on this grassland, holding hands, holding their hearts, walking here, the two figures, walking further and further away.
Breeze breeze blows, the vast grassland is plated with gold by the bright red sun. The dewdrops on the blades of grass, like gems on jade, glowed with colorful brilliance.
Yu Zecheng woke up in a dream. That was the scene above the infinite amount of Zongele Grassland. But this crying can only cry in the back, can not be seen.
So today he went to Wumongzong to fulfill his promise.