To the east of the Morro continent, far away from this jungle, there is a mountain range. This mountain range is very strange, not winding like a dragon, but connected in a ring.
In this ring of mountains, there is a huge basin.
Everywhere in the attic in the basin, the lights are bright in the dark, but at this moment, there is a sorrowful breath. It seems that even the rain cannot suppress this sorrow, even the thunder and lightning in the sky cannot let it. The sorrow dissipated a little.
In the mountains outside this basin, there are eight huge pillars with a thickness of ten feet scattered in eight directions, and the distance between them is not the slightest difference. They are like growing on a mountain range and inserted diagonally into the sky.
At a distance of about ten thousand feet from the basin below, these eight stone pillars are connected to a huge Taoist temple. From a distance, this Taoist temple is antiqued. It is generally supported by these eight stone pillars, suspended in the air.
In addition to the majestic Taoism, it is very common and full of simplicity, but in this simplicity, it contains majesty and envelopes the earth. At this moment, when the rain was suddenly rushing, the ringing of bells echoed in the ring mountain.
The bell sounded solemnly, and the moment it rang, the rain broke open and replaced the thunder, but it made the sadness in the basin below even stronger, and even faintly weeping.
In the basin, countless monks, men, women, old and children, wearing Taoist robes, regardless of the rain falling on their bodies, damp their hair, did not display any magical powers, and with sorrow, silently looked at the Taoist temple above. As the rain fell on his face, it ran down his cheeks along with the tears in the corners of his eyes.
In the Taoist temple above the basin, there is an elderly man in Taoist robe sitting cross-legged. This old man is kind-looking. Only at this moment, his face was pale and bloodless, sitting there quietly, his expression calm.
In front of him, there were four people kneeling. These four people are three men and one woman. Except for one man and one woman middle-aged, the remaining two are elderly.
They knelt there, their expressions showing sorrow, but the respect between their brows was not so much. Especially the woman, this woman is very beautiful, with a sense of determination, but at this moment, she bit her lower lip, tears streaming down the corner of her eyes, falling on the ground, wet the ground.
"As the teacher's deadline is approaching, you don't need to be too sorrowful... My ascetics will eventually have this day... After leaving as the teacher, you will return to the Yuanzong. It will fall on the shoulders of the four of you..." the old man's eyes Lu kindly said slowly, with dismay.
"Master!" The woman had more tears, looking at the elder in front of her, scenes of memories appeared in her mind.
The expressions of the other three were even more sad.
"It's a pity that the old man's cultivation base has never stepped into the broken nirvana, otherwise, the previous eighth-order Lingyuanzong and his party would not be sucked away by the main sect's all the lifespan, and ended up like this." The old man shook his head, his expression was unwilling. But more, it is helpless.
"Master, the Purple Dao Sect set up an array in my Morro Continent and secretly entered the Alliance Star Territory. Why didn't the main sect cast his anger on my Gui Yuan Sect after returning." The middle-aged man among the four, Clenched his fists and said solemnly.
The old man in the Taoist robe was silent, his complexion became paler and more lifeless, he slowly said: "The main sect is like this, it must have a deep meaning, you still don't try to figure it out... If you are unwilling, the main sect will be a hundred years later. When all the divisions are compared, let me return to Yuanzong to leave the last position in these thousands of years, and become a teacher with a smile."
The four of them were silent, and their faces showed bitterness in grief. The Millennium Division of Sects is a grand ceremony in the Yunhai Star Territory. At that time, all the sects of Yunhai will participate, but this grand ceremony, they return to the Yuanzong, will become the last one every time, and they will never be able to soar into the sky.
At this moment, the old man in Dao-robed robes was even more dead. He took a deep breath, looked at the rain outside the Taoist temple, and raised his dry right hand. This hand, a few months ago, was not like this, but Right now, it seemed that all the flesh and blood in it had been sucked in half, like a skeleton.
Seeing this old man's hand, among the four kneeling, the woman had more tears, while the other three squeezed their fists fiercely, almost about to grind their teeth.
The old man in Dao Pao didn't look at his right hand, but waved in the void. A storage crack appeared immediately in front of him, the color of the storage crack was purplish red. As soon as he appeared, there was a terrible breath from within.
Immediately afterwards, a purple-black giant python slowly protruded its head from the inside. The giant python's head was several feet in size, and when it appeared in this Taoist temple, there was immediately a pressure permeating it.
It's just that this giant python has a slightly tired look. The head protruding from the crack surrounds the old man in Dao Robe, his eyes are also sad and unwilling, and the core touches the old man.
"After the old man's death. This fifth-order purple-eyed python is the beast of my return to Yuanzong Zhenzong, you...you are good to treat it..." The old man's complexion is not pale at this moment, but has a strange rosy glow, and his spirit is also alive. Excited, but this exhilaration is like returning to the light, and the end is approaching.
"Now, let the teacher use the last gleam of vitality, perform the great method of choosing spirits, return to Yuanzong for me, and choose a son of the companion... I think that this is how the teacher was selected by your ancestors... At that time, I was just a mountain village. Young man." The old man showed a reminiscent smile on his face, pinched his hands with both hands, and silently closed his eyes.
The four people in front of him looked sadly at the old man. They knew that if the head of the Guiyuan Zong dynasties, if it were not for a foreign land, all those who had returned to the market would burn everything at the last moment of their lives and use the spirit of Guiyuan Zong. Dafa, for hundreds of thousands of years in the future, on this continent of Moruo, people who will be of great help to Guiyuan Sect appear.
This supernatural power is extremely mysterious, no one can clearly explain the principle, even the old man in Dao-robed can not figure it out, but knows that this Ze Ling Dafa has been passed on for a long, long time.
This supernatural power does not succeed every time. In fact, in countless years, the number of times the head of the Gui Yuanzong has performed this technique successfully before dying. Only twice... The rest were all failures, indicating that at that moment, there was no qualified person on Morro Continent.
The last trace of life in the old man's body burned with the soul, and his body also burst into a blue flame at this moment, and gradually disappeared in front of his four disciples.
During this process, his divine consciousness was unprecedentedly clear, and it seemed to vaguely touched a certain mysterious rule. Under this rule, his divine consciousness permeated the entire Morro Continent, looking for the son of the companion.
I searched over and over again, but in the end, there was still no sign of finding the son of the companion. He sighed, and the old man in Dao-robed understood that Ze Ling Dafa was unsuccessful.
At this moment, his body in the Taoist Temple, under the burning of the blue flame, has only a vague head left, and it is about to disappear completely.
But at this moment, his empty consciousness suddenly felt a light in the rainy night in the jungle in the northern part of Morro Continent. The reason why he paid attention to this jungle was because there was the road to the Alliance Star Territory. The teleportation array is located.
He clearly saw the light of the teleportation array in the jungle. At the same time, in the light, a white figure slowly appeared. A white hair in the dark night, at the moment of fluttering, seemed to be between the world and the earth. The rain trembles, and what is more vivid is the roaring thunder, which disappears as if afraid of this person.
"This... he..." There was a violent fluctuation in the consciousness of the old man in Dao Robe. At this moment, his consciousness was empty and clear for no reason. The moment he saw his white-clothed youth, he suddenly had a terrible guess.
This person is not Brother Yunhai! !
At this moment, the white-clothed young man raised his head and glanced coldly at the sky. Under this eye, the thunder suddenly rose and backed out loudly. The old man in Dao Robe's mind was shocked. The gaze of the white-clothed youth shocked his mind, especially when he was in Zeling Dafa at the moment, fused with some mysterious rules between the heavens and the earth, as if he saw countless souls surrounded by the white robe. Around the youth, there were too many of these grievances, densely packed and earth-shattering, staring resentfully at the white-clothed youth, but did not dare to approach.
These are the people who died in his hands in Wang Lin's life!
An extreme crisis instantly enveloped the old man's mind. He madly withdrew his consciousness, he wanted to tell his disciples the news as soon as possible, let his disciples escape immediately, and immediately notify the master of the news!
In the Taoist Temple, the old man who was almost burnt out suddenly opened his eyes! This sudden action immediately caused the four people in front of him to look up.
"North..." He only had time to say these two words, the end was approaching, the soul collapsed, and the spiritual consciousness turned into nothingness. With all the traces of it in this world, all of it disappeared.
With a strong unwillingness and a frantic struggle, the old man yelled again at the moment he disappeared.
"White hair..."
The four of them stared at the front in a daze. Their master returned to the ruins, but the four words before they left were for them to remember firmly, although they did not know why Master’s last look was shocked. .
In Guiyuanzong, the bells reverberated, and the cry of crying in the basin dissipated with the bell, with sorrow, perseverance, confusion and hesitation...
"All the disciples of Guiyuanzong, go to the north of Moruo, looking for all the people with cultivating qualifications, regardless of age, especially... white hair!"
In the jungles of the northern part of the Morro continent, Wang Lin retracted his gaze to the sky. The rain splashed and poured on him. The snow on his clothes was wetted in the Alliance Star Territory, and it turned into snow water and left behind his clothes. , As Wang Lin walked forward slowly, he landed on the ground of this foreign country...
The snow of the alliance, the rain of the sea of clouds, at this moment, regardless of each other...
"Snow delivery when you leave, Yuying when you come... It seems good." Wang Lin took a deep breath of the sea of clouds and walked into the depths of the jungle.