The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Blood Sea one hundred and ninety-eight years.

The Cangqing Realm has completely settled down, the war has disappeared, and the world has returned to peaceful construction.

Thousands of spiritual veins in the whole world are pulled by the big formation like an angry dragon roaring, and they merge into the red star in the sky, making its light even brighter, and the interior is almost ready to become a real fairy cultivation place.

Blood Lotus Palace

Zhao Shi ended his three-year retreat to heal his wounds, and the injuries in his body have basically healed, and he has returned to a perfect and flawless state again.

This is an extremely terrifying recovery speed.

High-level cultivators are fine if they are not injured, but once they are injured, they will be seriously injured, and they must spend at least hundreds of years to recuperate, which is no different from repairing a city bit by bit.

"Zhao Shi"

When he woke up, what he saw was Chi Yaoyue with red eyes, with a sense of weakness and helplessness that he had never seen before.

Ouyang Wu, who always looked at her from behind her and got a needle from time to time, didn't laugh at anything this time.

"And me."

Zhao Shi sighed softly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't cry, let's send the suzerain off for the last time."

Feng Nu was in the Nascent Soul stage who was promoted in the 82nd year of Blood Sea. Because of the use of the secret method of ghosts to destroy the foundation, the remaining lifespan is only one hundred years.

It is because of Zhao Shi's actions that he can survive until now.

He originally wanted to participate in this Battle of Transforming Gods in the Cangqing Plane, intending to perish with the enemy, but he was dissuaded by Zhao Shi with the reason that stability in the rear was more important.

After all, up to now, their opponents are no longer Nascent Soul stage monks.

The blood-colored star flickered, deviated from its own orbit, and flew southward from the center of the blue plane, like a meteor passing by by chance in the sky.

Three days later, a blood-colored star that completely covered the sky landed on the sky above the White Cloud Sect, causing many disciples below to look excited and respectful, and they stopped their noise only after the elders nearby sternly reminded them.

The Baiyun Sect is still the traditional order of the sect in the old era, but its disciples are all people who have received nine years of compulsory education, which is completely different from the older generation who engraved the order of upper and lower levels into their bones.

But they didn't dare not listen to these elders. In order to become a cultivator with a low score in the college entrance examination and enter the Baiyun Sect, they must accept everything of the Baiyun Sect, including the power of life and death that the high-level sect has over the bottom.

This point was agreed by the adult in the sky.

All the members of the Blood Sea Guild did was to repeatedly confirm that they were eighteen years old, and that they had joined the Baiyun Sect voluntarily and would not care about other things.

This has made many people complain, thinking that human rights are violated, but there is nothing to do.

Zhao Shi and Chi Yaoyue fell from the sky with the three of them, and the majestic and solemn bells immediately sounded inside the Baiyun Sect, which was the twelve rings that opened up the world.

The Dao Bell was driven by a famous person in the Realm Condensation Realm left over from the old era, and his wrinkled face was full of excitement and glory.

Bai Yunzong prides itself on being a great sect, and has clear rules of etiquette for everything, which cannot be overstepped in the slightest.

Three rings of the bell represent the visit of Jindan monks in the era when the Yuanying Patriarch did not appear, and six rings represent the visit of the head of the sect of the same level.

Nine tones means that monks from the Nascent Soul came to visit. This kind of situation was only less than ten times with the first Baiyun Patriarch.

Today, however, twelve-sound bells are ringing, and no one will accuse them of transgressing etiquette, but instead, they are all in awe from the heart.

Patriarch!

Our Baiyun Sect has a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods!

Even if you have been reincarnated, you must be able to smile at Jiuquan.

All these etiquettes didn't make Zhao Shi feel the slightest ups and downs, and didn't waste any time for him. Instead, he went directly to the abode at the highest point of Baiyun Peak and saw Feng Nu at this moment.

The face that used to be calm and self-imposing has now become extremely dry, with gray hair, cloudy eyes, and even the magic power in the body is intermittent, and may stop at any time.

"Meet the Blood Sea Sword Master!"

An old man at the early stage of Golden Core and a young man in the Condensation Realm who were accompanying the bedside respectfully bowed down. There was a dreamy feeling in his heart, and he couldn't believe that he had actually seen a living cultivator.

It is said that this ancestor once cultivated in the sect when his cultivation base fell hundreds of years ago.

Zhao Shi nodded slightly, and waved his hands to help them up.

"Sect Master, you..."

Two lines of tears flowed down Chi Yaoyue's red eyes uncontrollably.

It shouldn't be like this, the relationship between Feng Nu and her and her master is only average, the relationship has not reached this level.

But the current Feng Nu is different, he represents all the past, all the past.

Among the people who are still alive, Feng Nu is almost the only one left.

His death meant that everyone Chi Yaoyue had known in the hundred years from childhood to the peak of Condensed Realm had died.

There is no one to witness a period of time, is it still a real time and not just a fleeting memory?

Feng Nu felt a strange aura, and opened his eyes reluctantly: "Yaoyue, Senior Xuehai..."

Zhao Shi shook his head: "Feng Daoyou hasn't seen you for many years, why do you have a new identity? Just call me Zhao Shi or Daoyou."

He also felt that one hundred and ninety-nine years had passed since the sea of ​​blood came a year ago, and most of the people from the past had passed away.

Zhao Jin, Wu Tianlin, and many other characters from the Zhao family in Beiqiu County have disappeared in the long river of time, and there is no trace of their existence in the world except in his memory.

"Fellow Dao...Friend Daoist..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Nu's mouth.

Although this life can't reach the highest state, it is worthwhile for a cultivator who transforms himself to call himself a Taoist friend.

If my wife and those old friends who have died know this, they must be very envious, right?

"I...I have something to ask..."

Feng Nu spoke intermittently, every word he uttered seemed to be spoken with his last sliver of life.

"Feng Daoist is thinking about Baiyun Sect?"

Zhao Shi was not surprised either, and said: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, as long as I am here for one day, I can guarantee the immortality of the Baiyun Sect."

Feng Nu felt relieved: "Yan'er..."

Standing by the bedside, the young man with tears streaming down his face bowed respectfully to Zhao Shi: "My junior speaks the truth, and pay homage to the Blood Sea Sword Master."

"It really is a good talent and beautiful jade, Bai Yunzong will definitely be able to flourish in your hands."

Zhao Shi praised that this person should be the inheritance disciple that Feng Nu found after Wu Haotian was executed, which is not bad.

"Thank you..."

Feng Nu let go of the last trace of worry, said something in a low voice, and his body completely stopped moving.

"...It's a pity that I can't be immortal in this life..."

Although the body is still warm, everyone can clearly sense that a faint ray of spirit has completely dissipated.

On this day, Zhennu Zhenjun, the master of Zhongxing of Baiyun Sect, passed away at the age of 718.