Chapter 745: The Old Man of the Lu Family

When Qingming stepped out of the sky again, the lonely mountain that stood outside had disappeared.

Naturally, the figure of Yuan Mengzi was also completely gone.

All he could see was the piece of dust and a huge pit in front of him.

Not even a trace of aura in Yuan Mengzi.

Qingming's heart trembled slightly, and his hands and feet were cold.

The extremely heavy sadness and deep despair almost completely overwhelmed her thoughts.

Holding the last trace of hope, Qingming turned his head and looked a hundred miles away.

But Zong Shou's figure was seen walking away amidst loud laughter.

She is single, but her aura is unmatched in the world!

Qingming gritted her teeth tightly and tried her best not to let the tears fall.

He clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug into the flesh, his eyes were blood red. The grief is overwhelming, and the depression is unbearable. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Wuxu died in battle, Zi Guizi fell, and now even Yuan Mengzi has died.

At this time, more monks have poured out from the sky.

Most of them don't know the specific situation, nor do they know about Yuan Mengzi's death. Almost everyone's face flushed red, filled with righteous indignation.

After rushing out, Zong Shou could no longer be seen. These people were startled at first, and then sneered, and the voices of ridicule were everywhere.

"Didn't Zong Shou say to seal the door and challenge? I don't know where he went at this time?"

"How courageous! Alone, you dare to challenge me at the Lingqiong Realm. Haven't you escaped now?"

"Ridiculous! It turns out that this invincible and powerful person in the cloud world is also cowardly?"

"Everyone! I have never been humiliated like this in the ten thousand years of my vault! This hatred is not repaid, what face do we have to stand in this world?"

"In my opinion, the sect should do its best to surround and kill them!"

Most of the people who speak are below the ninth rank. There are several spiritual realms inside, but their faces are pale.

And after only a few breaths, there were dozens of Taoists. One after another, they flew out from the sky.

They are all spiritual cultivation bases, and their expressions are equally ugly. One of them looked around, then his eyes fell on Qingming, and he walked over to her side and bowed.

"Uncle Qingming! There was a change in the room of the Wanhun Lamp just now, and the soul lamp of Yuan Mengzi's master uncle has been extinguished. I don't know that the master uncle—"

Only then did Qingming wake up, then put on a wooden face and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Yuan Mengzi just wanted to protect the dignity of my spiritual realm. He took a risk and acted. It's a pity that he failed in the end. He has already fallen in the hands of that Ao Kun!"

These words came out like thunder. The thousands of disciples in the Vault of Soul Realm here are no longer ashamed. His complexion was gray and defeated.

Within tens of miles, there was silence.

And those dozens of spirit realms also all looked a little more dignified. Or sad. Or heartache. No one speaks anymore—

After a long time, there was a slight noise.

"Then Ao Kun is far outside the domain, a few worlds away. No matter how fast he came, it would take two or three breaths of time. With the ability of Master Yuanmeng's uncle, there is no way he can't do anything against that devil?"

"Master and uncle have always been very cautious for thousands of years. They will never do anything uncertain. Even if they decide to take risks, they should have some chance of winning—"

"So, that Zongshou retreated completely after receiving the blow from Grand Master's uncle?"

"This son. It's really scary!"

"This devil can be said to be a catastrophe for my Taoist sect!"

"Grand Master Uncle died. So now that I am in the Lingqiong Realm, what should I do?"

Qingming's mind gradually became quieter. Then holding the sword in his hand, he looked up to the sky.

Yuan Mengzi died, and she was the only third-generation disciple present.

It is also among the people. The most qualified, the person who controls the sky.

Her ambition is not here, if it was in the past, she must avoid it for fear of not being able to.

At this moment, it is necessary to do my part.

Stand quietly. Listening to the surroundings, there are already some signs of quarrels.

A murderous intent flickered in her eyes. Troubled times with heavy code! At this time, the sky is chaotic, and ordinary methods can no longer be used.

Yuan Mengzi entrusted him with great trust before he died, and no matter what, he could not live up to it.

She also thought of Zong Shou, this person, she will one day cut him under the sword!

I can't share the sky with this emperor of Qiantian!

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At the same time, in the east of the cloud world, on a floating island isolated from the world in the sea of ​​clouds.

An old man in his seventies standing by the lake, sighing leisurely, completely dissipating the image that appeared in the lake in front of him.

It can be vaguely recognized from the remaining scenes in the ripples, this is the scene outside the Dao Lingqiong Realm at this moment. In the important place of the vault, the inside and outside are densely covered with formations. Especially the place of access, especially so.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get a glimpse of its reality.

But this old man can pass through an ordinary lake. Across tens of thousands of miles, you can see the scenery inside and outside the dome.

The lake was rugged, but after a while, it returned to normal.

The eyes of the old man flickered slightly, thoughtfully.

The expression was both joyful and somewhat worried.

After a long time, he sighed softly and waved his big sleeve. A scroll is now beside him.

Then, using the mind as a pen, he gathered a trace of spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth, directly transformed it into ink, and waved it on the scroll.

"At the age of twenty, the young master went to fight outside the realm of Dao Lingqiong with his own strength. For half a day, no one dared to respond. Afterwards, he received a blow from Yuanmeng, a cultivator in the divine realm, and he died from the Wumeng Heart Pulling Technique. Step back, the injury is minor—”

A line of dragon-flying and phoenix-like black characters was written in an instant.

And if you look further ahead, you can even find dozens of lines of similar handwriting.

It almost narrates Zong Shou, all his life——

"At the age of four, my son followed the clan to practice martial arts, and his progress is amazing! His understanding is extremely high, and his intelligence is extremely high. Once he understands the basics, he will never forget what he sees. He can infer other things from one instance."

"At the age of five, I haven't been able to condense my inner energy for a long time. The old slave sneaked a look at it, and found out that the young master has a body with two veins, a broken mind and soul, and a barrier between heaven and man. It's a pity! It's a pity! The blood of my Lu family's burning air , really can't blend with the seven-tailed sky fox and other miscellaneous blood. If you continue to practice martial arts, you will die sooner or later! If the lady finds out, I don't know if she will regret it, and she will be punished for a thousand years to give birth to a son? When Miss finished her sentence, Zong Weiran was already gray-haired and dying of old age. Young Master, he has already melted into bones—”

"Seven years old, my son has practiced as before, but he still hasn't achieved anything. The old servant feels that my Lu family's family training is indeed correct. It is the young lady who is wrong. How can humans and gods fall in love?"

"——The old slave is daring, worried that the young master practiced martial arts too hard, and died early. Therefore, he was banned by a secret method to prevent him from practicing martial arts. It can avoid damage to the meridians, and there is no way to save it.

"Ten years old, Zong Yu hurt your son. Zong Weiran whipped him three hundred times and expelled him from Qiantian Mountain. Zong Weiran loved his son so much—"

"Twelve years old, such as Linhai Academy, practicing soul law. Still unable to cultivate soul power, this is expected!"

"My son was fourteen years old. He was ordered by the master of Cangyan Palace to go to Xuanhu World. After returning two years later, he found out that Qiantian Mountain had undergone major changes. Zong Weiran was forced into the sea of ​​sinking clouds, and his life and death were unknown. The old slave searched inside several times. There is no trace of it!"

"—Young master's experience is quite surprising. The dual cultivation of soul and martial arts, the cultivation base has advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through human barriers, and combining spirit and martial arts! The old slave thought it was different, and I don't know why. After careful investigation of his experience, there should be no external help. Spiral The pulse is just a whimsical idea. The swordsmanship is so superb that it is in a state of mind. If you talk about the tenacity of your mind, no one can match you!"

"Using the power of thunder to eliminate the rebellion, inherit the position of the demon king, and turn the tide, almost occupying half of the east side—"

"Seventeen years old, this old slave has devoted himself to investigating. My son has been worshiped in the Dao of Cangsheng as early as a year ago, under the pseudonym Tanqiu!"

"With four hundred celestial dragon warriors, nearly a thousand sixth-rank Taoist soldiers of the Tailing Sect were defeated. Today, I know that the young master also has unparalleled generals!"

"At the age of eighteen, with the flames of my Lu family's burning sky, I created the secret art of Lei Lie Qianhua. The old slave has learned from his blood, and my Lu family's descendants can be the first class. If the young lady knows it, she must be very happy! "

"At the age of eighteen, the young master will become a secret law again, forming a golden body of the Dharma. It is the day when the light shines brightly in the vault of heaven, and then becomes invisible. Desire. Heaven and man are connected again, and the cloud world is snowing heavily. All Buddhist temples have their north walls collapsed—”

"I heard that the Buddhist Great Sun Tathagata changed the word 'infinite light' to 'vast light'. There is also a legend that the future Buddha status in Buddhism has changed, and Maitreya Buddha has an infinite end. The old slave ventured to speculate, This is closely related to the young master."

"At the age of nineteen, the young master will rule the east of Yunlu and destroy the Shangxiao Sect!"

"In the battle of the underground deep lake, he defeated all heroes in the cloud world, and was hailed as the number one in swordsmanship!"

"Twenty years old, the night demon invaded—"

After that, it is eloquent, and the further to the back, the more detailed the description is.

It was as if he was always by Zong Shou's side from the beginning to the end.

And the first few lines are all called sons. In the following words, all of them were changed to the word "young master", and they were called Zongshou instead.

Between the words, it is extremely respectful.

A single line of writing was written, and the old man took it back into his sleeve with a simple move.

Turning around, he was about to return to the hut behind him. The surface of the lake behind him was suddenly steaming again.

Wisps of mist rose up, forming a water mirror behind him.

A figure also emerged from the mirror.

The old man raised his brows, his heart trembled slightly. Immediately turned around and looked behind.

Seeing the figure in the mirror, it was a gray-haired middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh it's you!"

The next moment, there was a bit of coldness in the eyes of the old man.

"It is said that your Excellency has been appreciated by the head of the family and has become the head of the palace. This is the time when the scenery is endless, why do you have time to find me, a frustrated person?"

"Frustration? You asked for it, old friend. The Patriarch values ​​you more than ours. If you have the heart, within twenty years at most, you can be the master of the palace. Why envy me? "

The man chuckled and didn't care about the ridicule in the old man's words.

The old man was impatient and shook his head directly: "Stop talking nonsense, just talk about it, what's the matter?"

The gray-haired middle-aged man's expression froze when he heard the words, and then his eyes became bright, and he focused on the old man opposite.

"Of course I came here for the young master!"