Chapter 1287 The Ancestor Passed Away

During this time, the cultivation world was not peaceful.

The fall of the ancient temple of the ancient times in Zhongzhou, the Daojun Yunyu, and the sword sect, a fit and powerful, all caused a lot of movement.

After Xianjian returned to Jianzong, he released the news that Yunyu Daojun died at the hands of Huangwu.

It is naturally beneficial and harmless to Xianjian to allow Huangwu and Yunyuzong to fight against each other.

This news caused quite a stir in the cultivation world!

Another titled disciple fell into the hands of Huang Wu!

Soon, more news about the Lord of the Martial Arts came out.

It is no secret that Huangwu condensed the three heaven and earth dharmas.

For these rumors, Su Zimo did not take it to heart, returned to Misty Peak, and began a long retreat.

Cultivation has no time, and in the blink of an eye, ninety-seven years have passed.

this day.

In a cave house on Misty Peak, there was a sudden, earth-shattering loud noise!

boom!

A terrifying aura burst out, Misty Peak was shaking constantly, countless gravel rolled down, and even the monks in the retreat were alerted and went out one after another.

"It's the son!"

Nian Qi stood in the air, looking at this cave.

Not long after, the sky above Misty Peak was already full of people, densely packed, with cultivation realms ranging from Foundation Establishment Realm to Dharma Vision Realm.

"Could it be that Elder Huangwu broke through again?"

"How many years have passed, Elder Huangwu's talent is too terrifying. I have been trapped in the late stage of the Law Phase Realm for a thousand years, and I still can't make any progress."

"How can you compare with Elder Huangwu!"

In Misty Peak, Su Zimo was already appointed by the old Xianhe as the elder of the sect.

Most of the monks who worshiped Misty Peak have heard many legends about the Lord of the Wild Martial Arts and come here because of his name.

What's more, Su Zimo once spread half of the "Martial Classics" all over the world.

Among all the martial arts cultivators, Huang Wu is the one they respect the most!

It was Huangwu who gave these mortals without spiritual roots the opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate, to no longer be threatened by demons, and no longer trampled on by cultivators!

This tremor lasted for a long time before it slowly subsided.

After a while, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Blue shirt, black hair.

It is the Lord of Wild Martial Arts, Su Zimo!

"congratulations!"

In midair, many Misty Peak cultivators bowed their hands to congratulate each other.

Su Zimo nodded and smiled.

"Young Master, after a while, the battle for the Dharma minister list will start. You have already broken through to the perfect state of the Dharma minister list. The leader of the Dharma minister list is none other than your son!"

Nian Qi said with a smile.

She has the bloodline of the Protoss, and her cultivation speed is extremely fast. Now, she has also cultivated to the late stage of the Fa-Phase Realm, and she is only half a step away from completing the Fa-Phase Realm.

"Is it a battle for the list of laws?"

Su Zimo murmured softly.

At this moment, Su Zimo felt something, his face changed, and he looked towards the west.

Su Zimo's expression changed, he opened his mouth slightly, and a deep pain and reluctance flashed across his eyes.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Nian Qi noticed that Su Zimo's expression was different and asked in a low voice.

"Ugh."

Su Zimo sighed and said, "I'll go to the Dragon Burial Valley."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a golden light and disappeared over Misty Peak.

Buried Dragon Valley.

Su Zimo came down, and before the ancient temple, he pushed open the dilapidated temple gate.

The old monk Yuanbei was sitting in front of the hall with his legs crossed, looking at Su Zimo at the door, with a kind smile on his face, and said, "You are here."

"Master!"

Su Zimo looked sad, stepped forward quickly, and knelt in front of the old monk Yuanbei.

"Son, it doesn't have to be this way."

The old monk Yuanbei stretched out his dry and thin palm, caressed Su Zimo's forehead lightly, and said softly, "Whoever does not die, I have lived for nearly 100,000 years, I have seen too much, and experienced too much, it is enough. "

The time limit for the old monk Yuanbei has come!

"Master, look, the King Ming Rosary is complete!"

Su Zimo hurriedly took off the complete King Ming rosary and placed it in front of the old monk Yuanbei.

"OK."

The old monk Yuanbei looked relieved and nodded.

In the eyes of the old monk Yuanbei, there is no regret, no reluctance, no nostalgia, calm as water.

"I heard that you have condensed the three heaven and earth signs, how far have you cultivated? Can you cultivate the supreme law?"

"I remember having the opportunity to go to Nanyu Ran Deng Temple to see Mingzhen. I don't know how this child is doing now."

The old monk Yuanbei chatted with Su Zimo, all trivial and unimportant matters, and there was no melancholy about parting.

Gradually, the old monk Yuanbei lost his voice.

No earth-shattering, no vision came.

The old monk Yuanbei walked peacefully.

He still had a kind and gentle smile on his face.

However, those wise eyes will never be opened again.

The ancestor of a generation, with a life span of 100,000 years, still cannot escape the pursuit of the years, and sits here.

Whoa!

There was a sound of chains coming from the backyard of the main hall.

A tall and burly figure came over, with red hair like flames.

Before the old monk Yuanbei left, the red-haired ghost never showed up.

It's not that the red-haired ghost has any resentment towards the old monk Yuanbei.

On the contrary, the relationship between the red-haired ghost and the old monk Yuanbei is very deep.

Su Zimo understood that the red-haired ghost just didn't want to see the old monk Yuanbei leave, and didn't want to experience the sadness of parting.

"The old bald donkey is gone, so should I."

The red-haired ghost rarely made a fuss and sighed in disappointment.

In fact, the chains on his body had long since shattered, and the culprit of the catastrophe was not him, and he could have left long ago.

But he remained here until the old monk Yuanbei passed away.

"Just bury him here."

Red-haired ghost.

Su Zimo nodded, hugged the body of the old monk Yuanbei, and came to the cemetery behind the main hall, where he buried the old monk Yuanbei.

Su Zimo put all the ancient books in the ancient temple into the storage bag, ready to bring back to Misty Peak.

Buried over the Dragon Valley.

"Are you going back to the Dragon Clan?"

Su Zimo asked.

The red-haired ghost nodded and said, "Without my protection, you should be careful in your actions in the future, and don't be foolish and impulsive."

"gone!"

The red-haired ghost waved his hand and turned to leave.

suddenly!

He frowned slightly, turned his head slowly, and looked at the void not far away, his eyes condensed and thoughtful.

"What's wrong?"

Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

"It's nothing, I just felt something."

The red-haired ghost shook his head and murmured, "Xu has been staying at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for too long, and I'm a little nervous."

With that said, the red-haired ghost jumped away, and soon disappeared over the Dragon Burial Valley.

Su Zimo stood on the edge of the Buried Dragon Valley for a long time before he sighed deeply and turned to leave.

Not long after he left.

A void not far from the Buried Dragon Valley suddenly twisted, and a figure emerged.

The red-haired ghost felt right, there was indeed a person there!

However, this person even hid him from the past!

This man was wearing a large plain robe, his black hair covered most of his cheeks, and only one eye was exposed, looking at the Buried Dragon Valley with a complicated expression.

After standing for a long time, the figure bowed deeply in the direction of the Buried Dragon Valley, and turned to leave.