My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

With a wave of his palm, Wei Tian also ignored the prohibition of Zongmen's prohibition against flying, and rolled up Jingyue and went to Baiwufeng.

It is the place where one of the ancestors of Han Yunzong practiced.

Jing Yue felt the wind blowing in her ears, and Lan Feng kept calling in his consciousness.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah, so exciting, the wind blows my **** out!"

Jing Yue: "..."

I really want to seal it forever!

When everything subsided, he met his little apprentice again ten thousand years later.

In his memory, he watched the young apprentice grow from a dangling child to a handsome young man, but in a blink of an eye, the other party was already gray and dusty.

Jing Yue's heart was surging, and he blurted out: "Little crying bag, don't come without any fuss?"

An old ancestor sitting on the top of the head originally had a sage style of the master, but after hearing the word "little crying bag", he suddenly stared and opened his mouth, like an intellectual disability.

"You you you, who are you ?!"

"I am your teacher."

"Teacher--" Yi Ye was so excited that her hips were all out of the seat, but she quickly sat down and said calmly, "How do you prove?"

"Do you really want me to prove?"

Jing Yue not only swept sideways to Yi Ye, but there was a man and a woman standing in the temple. They were both in the period of returning to the virtual period. They should be Han Yunzong's two other ancestors.

He has learned from the bookstore that in addition to Han Yezong's one leaf that has passed through the robbery period, there are also two ancestors who returned to the virtual period. Below them are four Taishang elders in the Dongtian period, and more than ten Zifu period elders, including Wei Tianli.

Yiye didn't answer, but raised his chin slightly.

Jing Yue couldn't help laughing, his apprentice was just like a child. When he was guilty, he always liked to lift his chin slightly. Looking down, his eyes were like "I don't care".

"Okay." Jing Yue Qing coughed and said very quickly: "You were three-year-old wetting on the bed, six-year-old peeking at the dust-free fairy bathing, eight-year-old was chased by a nine-headed dog and a half mountain--"

"Stop!"

Seeing Liu Yun, Liu Feng, and the head of Wei all showing the expression "What did I hear? Did I have hallucinations?" Yi Ye drew his lips. But he couldn't sit still anymore, stepped forward to Jing Yue, but asked for a long silence: "... are you really my Master?"

Jing Yue raised a hand, held a leaf, smiled and said, "If it is fake, it will be replaced."

A familiar sacrifice envelops a leaf, warming as early as the rising sun, and majestic as tides.

Tears began to creep in Yiye's eyes. At the next moment, he was kneeling on the ground, hugging Jingyue's leg, and crying: "Master! Master! You think you are so hard!"

Everyone: "..............."

Ye Ye cried for a long time, and when Jing Yue went from distressed to calm to irritable, even Lan Feng jumped up to the top of a leaf and frantically stomped on it.

At this point, a lame ancestor who would cause the Xiuquan earthquake would fall to no dignity.

Finally, when Yiye calmed down, everyone was relieved.

The other party perfectly interpreted the origin of "Little Crying Bag", and its catastrophic performance slightly dilute the shock of Jingyuan Daozu's resurrection.

The hall was silent.

Yiye wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and narrowed his eyes. Lanfeng said, "Master, that chicken really disturbs my eyes, can I roast them?"

Feeling Yiye's sincerity, Lan Feng was so shocked that she lay on Jing Yue's head, her fluff was full.

Jing Yue: "No."

Although he often wants to do this.

Ichiba: "Oh." So disappointed ...

Lan Feng: Frightened Feng ...

Subsequently, Jing Yue was introduced to the upper seat.

Except for him, anyone in the temple was calling for the existence of the wind and rain, but at the moment stood respectfully.

Jing Yue roughly spoke of her rebirth, and said, "The day I woke up, Biyun Zhong mostly felt my breath. But what happened to Han Yunzong's big move? Biyun Zhong gave it What tips do you guys have? "

A few people looked at each other, and Yiye replied, "Master, after you fall, Biyun Bell has been silent for thousands of years. On that day, a vision suddenly appeared, and I waited to see the big sky with Biyun Bell cloth to calculate the number of heavenly qi. It will be chaotic, but there is another vitality in the chaos. This person has great merits and has a deep affinity with Han Yunzong. "

"However, only a young man's ghost can be seen in the large array of students. I don't know what it looks like now or in the future. I was worried about mistakes and I expanded the scope of the search to be under eighteen years old. Now I want to come, Master is the line of vitality. "

Jing Yue: "So it is."

Ichiba: "We have just ended the 8000-year-old turmoil. We don't dare to disclose the news at the moment, so we say to outsiders that they are looking for the Great Dzongmen."

Jing Yue: "Biyun Bell is ringing again today, and it will inevitably lead to many inquiries, but the matter of rebirth is too incredible. I don't want to be overwhelmed. In the future, I can be called the person you found in the Great Sect. Induction, uh, it means that I have worshiped under a leaf seat. "

Yi Ye "knocked through" kneeling: "The child is afraid to bully the teacher to destroy his ancestors."

The rest could only kneel with them.

Jing Yue saw a few people kneel and knelt, looking cold, yelled: "Stand up for me! One leaf, I will never see you for thousands of years, are your bones soft?"

One leaf and one moment, thinking of Master, he knelt in discomfort when he was most dissatisfied with others. He was nostalgic and warm in his heart, and the old tears crisscrossed: "Master, it's a miser."

After all, he didn't know where to find a ruler, and respectfully gave it with both hands. The pitiful appearance made the expressions of the juniors in the temple complicated, and they couldn't help their eyes.

Jing Yue: "..."

Very familiar.

Isn't this naughty when he was a kid, he deliberately chopped down the ruler of the spiritual tree to teach the bad guys?

Jing Yue softened his tone, "Do you still keep it?"

Ichiba: "Master teaches you that you will not forget it one day."

Jing Yue: "..." always felt weird.

Several people stood up one after another, and Yiye glanced at Tuerliuyun, and the other side would persuade him, "Patriarch, if you worship under the name of the master, you must also pay respects to the master as a disciple. So, for the master It is indeed an uprising. "

Jing Yue also knew that Yiye was difficult to do, but other than that, his identity was not good.

At this time, the only female in the temple said: "If you do n’t worship the ancestor, you will worship the ancestor as a teacher, and you only say that you have inherited the ancestral heritage of Jingyuan Tao, so you can hide the true identity without making the master difficult."

Jing Yue thought and agreed, and he was too lazy to entangle in this matter.

Yiye was a little dissatisfied: "How can ... Master not become my brother?"

Jing Yue smiled, "Do you have any other way?"

Ichiba: "... No."

Jing Yue: "Shut up then."

Ichiba: "... Yes."

When it comes to worship, it is necessary to make a gesture.

Jing Yue followed the crowd into the ancestor's pavilion and saw the empty hall cleaned very clean. There is a platform in the middle of the table with the tablets and offerings of Jingyuan Daozu, and his portrait is hung on the wall.

Speaking of this, Lan Yucheng's face is similar to his previous life by only three points. Suddenly he saw his past, and Jing Yue almost didn't know it.

In the painting, he only has a back view, but he tilts his head slightly to reveal his face. With long eyebrows and sharp eyes, Bai Jingruyu's face was stained with blood stains. His blue shirt was bleeding, his sword was lifted, and the tip of the sword was red. In front of him, there are corpses of monsters piled up like a mountain, and the cracked ground has been stained with blood.

A line of blank space at the scroll left the dust flowing, and the letter "Jingyuan Tao Renjie Mountain Cuts 100,000 Demon Scrolls".

Jing Yue subconsciously held his breath, and the strong killing air in the painting rushed towards his face. I still remember that at that time, he had already crossed over and repaired, and only took more than ten disciples to go to Jieshan to kill the demon. On that day, there was no sky on the Jieshan and blood flowed into the river. All revenge.

Unexpectedly, someone recorded it.

There was no name on the painting. Jing Yue asked, "Who made this painting?"

Ichiba: "It's Brother Two."

Jing Yue froze, and still felt uncomfortable. He looked to both sides, and there was a shorter table for each side of the hall. Jing Yue knew that it was the spirit position of his disciples and two disciples.

The portraits of the two men were also hung on the wall. One person was honest and the other one was covered with scars.

He burned a scent of incense for each of them, and in the smoke, he prayed silently, hoping that there would be a lifetime and a day of goodbye.

Later, Jing Yue knelt down facing her forehead, worshipped for three years, and said in her heart that she worshiped herself as a teacher, and this might be the first time in heaven and underground.

When he inserted Sanxiangxiang into the incense burner, the green smoke went straight up ...

Inside the gate.

Qian Yue and several familiar colleagues stood under Bilu Feng, discussing the vision just now in amazement.

"The last time the bell of the blue clouds rang, I saw that the peak owners of the large and small peaks all went to Qingyun Peak. At that time, the sky was full of swords and lights. At that time, I thought Han Yunzong was going to change the sky.

"Yeah, I have never seen so many elders dare to guard the sword in the door regardless of Zong's ban, but it scared me."

"It was just a moment ago, this time is even more exaggerated, those spirit beasts are--"

The talking nun suddenly stopped.

Invisible coercion pours down, but they do not feel uncomfortable. Instead, the meridians are tempered by baptism, and the spiritual power in the body is eager to emerge.

A spirit bird flew down from the air and landed on the ground, followed by thousands.

The crane cranes its neck and sings, and the sparrow spreads its wings to open the screen.

The colorful butterfly flutters, the silverfish dances, the white ape screams, and the horned cries.

Shoulu's head is low, the golden lion's forelimbs are on the ground, and they all bow down to the east.

"Om--"

Another bell rang, and the voice carried the power of boasting fatherhood, with the power of Pangu, as if spanning time and shuttle cycle, ringing through the earth from nine days.

"Om, um, um ..."

The bells kept ringing, one after another, as if a heavy hammer struck the heart, inspiring the blood in the body to boil.

Qianyue counted silently, and after nine sounds, Biyun Bell was finally quiet.

Nine sounds!

Everyone looked dignified, and only if it was about Han Yunzong's life or death, Biyun Bell would ring nine times!

In one day, the bell of Biyun rings ten times!

All this, what is going on?

"Ah! Look!"

A disciple points his finger east, where is the highest peak of Zongmen-Baiwu Peak.

Suddenly the sky was dark, and the sky was blue, as if the sky and sea were upside down.

The sun and the moon shine brightly, countless stars fall into the rain, and a silver streamer is drawn. At that moment, the sky shook, beasts roared, thousands of spirit birds rushed towards Baiwu Peak madly, and even if they were blocked by the mountain guardian enclave, they were not afraid, they were not tired, once and again.

People are staring at this scene for no reason.

But everyone realizes that Han Yunzong is really going to change ...