Chapter 947 Burning the Remains to Thank the Teacher

Yu Zecheng glanced at Liu Shiyun and said to Lord Nan Tian:

"Master, I'm afraid this disciple will take the first step. Before the demon's shadow died, he used the death sword technique. Both Shi Yun and I were hit by the death sword, and we will definitely die."

Lord Nan Tian was stunned for a moment. Seeing Yu Zecheng's expression, he couldn't help but say:

"What? Death swordsmanship? You will definitely die. It won't happen. It won't happen. Don't be afraid! I'll save you."

He immediately used several spells and began to examine Yu Zecheng's body. One of the spells failed after being used twice in a row, which showed the anxiety in his heart.

Using several secret methods to detect, Nan Tianzhen's face became paler and paler. He gritted his teeth and pierced his own blood, and blood dripped onto Yu Zecheng's body. He used his divine power and began to check, but his face became paler and paler. Finally, It was laid on the stone all at once, as if it had been decadent and aging for more than ten years.

All spell checks have only one result in the end, there is no cure.

Even if there were other ways to save his life, there was no time. The power of the death sword was slowly eroding Yu Zecheng's body, and it was too late.

Yu Zecheng said:

"Master, don't try too hard, even the Mingwang Reincarnation Technique can't get rid of this death sword technique, and I have already died nine times today, and there is no chance of a tenth resurrection.

I knew there was nothing I could do. This was an immortal casting a spell out of bounds, a fatal blow from the inner demon, and an immortal swordsmanship. There was no way to save me. I had a clear mind.

I'm dying. It's a pity that I can no longer follow you and listen to your teachings. "

Lord Nan Tianzhen looked at Yu Zecheng and his beloved disciple. This disciple he had devoted countless efforts to was his favorite and most compatible disciple.

After more than a hundred years of hard teaching, the two of them had the same mind, and they loved each other like their own children. They had placed all their expectations on them, and even loved them more than their own sons. But at this moment, he was about to die in front of her and completely disappear. All his hard work was lost like this.

All the calculations that I was so proud of, at this moment, I had no choice but to watch my loved ones dying.

Lord Nan Tian couldn't help but shed tears.

Heroes don't cry, they just don't get sad yet.

Yu Zecheng smiled, gently wiped away his master's tears, and said:

"Master, why are you crying? In my eyes, you are the greatest Master. There is nothing you can't do. Master, why are you just like a mortal?"

As cultivators, how can we be afraid of life and death? Isn’t this your daily teaching?

Master, you taught me before that one must die in life, so there is no need to be sad. The living will live a good life for the dead. Disciples will always remember these teachings.

Thank you Master, it is my greatest happiness that I can meet you. At Xuanyuan Outer Gate, your words, "Where is Yu Zecheng," are the greatest happiness in my life. When I am most desperate, give me light and the highest level. The recognition keeps me from being lonely and sinking.

Master, meeting you is my greatest happiness.

I'm sorry, Master. I feel that the deadly swordsmanship is about to move. I'm going to take the first step. Please take care of yourself.

Master, I can’t do it anymore, just let me kowtow to you again! "

After saying this, Yu Zecheng respectfully bowed down to Lord Nan Tianzhen, kowtowed three times, then stood up and walked towards Liu Shiyun.

Lord Nan Tianzhen sat there, motionless, confused, his heart was trembling for a moment, and his face was expressionless.

Yu Zecheng walked to Liu Shiyun's side, but did not stop and was still walking forward. At this time, the Xuanyuan disciples around him discovered that Yu Zecheng had become blind, and the death sword technique gradually took effect, and he could no longer see anything.

Brother Ye Han stretched out his hand and pulled him to Liu Shiyun's side. Yu Zecheng fumbled and picked up Liu Shiyun. Liu Shiyun looked at Yu Zecheng, touched Yu Zecheng's face with his hand, and said:

"Brother, I'm afraid we are really going to die this time, so we will live and die together. Knowing you is the greatest happiness in my life."

Yu Zecheng smiled and said:

“Yes, we are really going to die, live and die together.

Knowing you is also the greatest happiness in my life. But Shiyun, I have to give you a ride, otherwise you will die under this deadly swordsmanship. We will be destroyed physically and mentally without any chance. "

Liu Shiyun said:

"I know. In fact, I dreamed about this scene countless times. Every time, I died by your sword. Unexpectedly, I only dreamed about the beginning, not the ending. It turns out that this is how it is, and that's okay.

Come on, brother, send me away. "

Yu Zecheng shed tears, not knowing whether it was for Liu Shiyun or for himself, and said:

"Okay, sister. You go well. If there is an afterlife, I will marry you again. We will never be separated for three lives."

Liu Shiyun nodded and said:

"Never be apart."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and Liu Shiyun was about to be killed by that deadly swordsmanship.

Yu Zecheng instantly summoned the moment of brilliance, which was a sword. The sword pierced Liu Shiyun's chest, her heart was shattered, and the moment of brilliance let out a sad cry.

After one sword blow, Liu Shiyun was stabbed to death by Yu Zecheng. She died completely. She avoided the damage of the death sword technique, and her body and spirit were destroyed, and her soul escaped into reincarnation.

Yu Zecheng held Liu Shiyun's body and couldn't help but burst into tears. Everyone was sad.

After crying for a while, Yu Zecheng found that his legs were no longer able to move, he had completely lost feeling, and he was about to die.

He put down Liu Shiyun, turned around to face Lord Nan Tian, ​​opened his robe, exposed his chest, and said to the master:

"Master, please send this disciple to liberation."

Nantian Zhenjun stood up and staggered towards Yu Zecheng step by step. Looking at Yu Zecheng, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yu Zecheng said:

"Master, my legs can no longer move. Please send me on my way. This way we will have a chance to meet again.

Master, I have something to ask of you. Shiyun said that she liked the Gele grassland of Wuliang Sect. Please bury us there.

Master, come on, send me off for the last time."

Nantian Zhenjun showed a flying sword in his hand, but it fell to the ground with a clang.

He shook his head and said:

"No, go to the grassland by yourself.

I am old, I should die, your life is much more meaningful than mine.

The most important thing is that I cannot face your death, I should die.

Disciples of Xuanyuan, listen carefully, from today on, Yu Zecheng is the head of Xuanyuan."

Nantian Zhenjun pulled Yu Zecheng up, reached out to touch his forehead, and said:

"You were still a child back then, although you were strong and did not complain about your five-element spiritual root, but your eyes were full of inferiority, that kind of sadness made me feel moved, just like me back then.

So I exchanged you for the ninth-level flying sword, because you and I both have five-element spiritual roots, I can do it, and so can you.

Over the years, I am very pleased to have you by my side. In my calculations, our Xuanyuan Sword Sect will shine again. Mang, trample all the gates under your feet, and be the first gate in the world of Cangqiong. It's a pity that I can't do it.

Zecheng, live well, glorify Xuanyuan Sword Sect for me, and make our Xuanyuan Sword Sect the first gate in the world of Cangqiong, fulfill my wish, and reproduce the style of the ancestor of Zhongxing.

Master will teach you the last method, which is the true mystery of my sect's sacrifice for justice.

Sacrifice for justice, in addition to seizing the origin of others, you can also reverse the formula, give your own origin to others, and sacrifice your life to save people. I will reshape your body for you and get rid of the invasion of that dead sword technique.

I'm glad to meet you, and meeting you is also my happiest thing. Goodbye, Zecheng. "

In an instant, Nan Tian Zhenjun reversed the sacrifice for justice, and poured his supreme origin, supreme divine power, and his life into Yu Zecheng's body.

In an instant, Nan Tian Zhenjun began to wither, his Yuanying dissipated, and his flesh and blood gathered in Yu Zecheng's body.

At the same time, Yu Zecheng's flesh and blood began to reverse and return to the body of Nan Tian Zhenjun.

Yu Zecheng suddenly shouted:

"No, Master!!!"

His eyes went dark in an instant.

After an unknown period of time, Yu Zecheng woke up and opened his eyes to see that he was standing there intact, but his master was gone.

There was a corpse on the ground, with a strange shape and a terrible breath. It was the fusion of his own and his master's broken corpses. The master used his own life, his own origin, and his own divine power to reshape a body for himself and get rid of the invasion of the dead sword technique.

Yu Zecheng immediately wailed, hugged the corpse, and cried loudly. The sound was like a wolf's howl, resounding through the sky.

Heroes don't shed tears, but they are not sad.

In one day, the person he loved most, the person who loved him most, Master, Shiyun, all died, leaving only himself in this world.

In endless pain and heartbreak, Yu Zecheng's eyes gradually left blood and tears, and he was heartbroken. All the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples, feeling sad about their relatives, friends, brothers, and masters who had just died in the battle, all cried and wept.

Gradually, Yu Zecheng stopped crying and stood up. A strong Nascent Soul aura appeared five hundred miles away.

Now there was only one Nascent Soul True Lord in Xuanyuan Sword Sect. All the disciples were extremely tired and in great difficulty. After the war, Xuanyuan Sword Sect was at its most declining. Master had great expectations for him. For Master and Xuanyuan Sword Sect, it was not the time to be sad.

Yu Zecheng stood up and looked into the distance. Under the great god's mind, six Nascent Soul True Lords appeared five hundred miles away.

At this time, only the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples were left here. The other four sects had disappeared. Yu Zecheng stood up and said:

"All disciples, prepare to evacuate. We will go home and return to Xuanyuan Sword Sect."

Then he looked at the fused bodies of himself and Nantian True Lord on the ground. All the dead disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect were cremated on the spot, and the ashes were taken back to the cemetery.

Yu Zecheng knelt down, pointed his finger, and said:

"Master, let's go home."

Suddenly, a flame came out and burned on the corpse, and the corpse turned into ashes in an instant.

Burning the remains to thank the teacher.

Goodbye, Master. The master who led me to the immortal path, taught me swordsmanship tirelessly, and could always block me in front of me and give everything for me, is gone completely.

Goodbye, Master, I will definitely fulfill your wish and make Xuanyuan Sword Sect the number one in the world of Cangqiong.

Goodbye, Master.

Burning the remains to thank the teacher.

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When writing this chapter, I couldn't help but shed tears. The death of the characters in my writing was like the death of my own relatives.