Chapter 959: The Seventh Day of Memorial Ceremony, Last Night's Dream

However, after the war ended, Yu Zecheng counted the gains and watched the battlefield record water mirror, and then he realized that it was impossible to completely kill them all.

There are countless powerful people in the world, among which the seven Jindan Zhenren who escaped, all of them were killed by Yu Zecheng on the battlefield, and then used the art of death-substitution, and waited for Yu Zecheng to chase the powerful enemy away, and then resurrected again, mixed into the chasing army, and escaped.

Among those Yuanying Zhenjun Fanxu Shenjun, some also escaped by death and left calmly. Some rushed to Xuanyuan Sword Sect in the opposite direction when they fled, and then mixed into the crowd and escaped quietly.

Some used secret methods to completely disappear without a trace. Escaped silently. Others left immediately after the battle, foreseeing the danger before the battle.

There were even people who took advantage of the battle and sneaked into Xuanyuan Sword Sect, stealing everywhere before running away. Fortunately, Yu Zecheng had experience in this. He had visited several sects and was experienced. His own family was well guarded and there was no big loss.

In other words, even without the obstruction of the Wusheng Patriarch, Yu Zecheng could not have slaughtered them all.

As the best in the world, with a great reputation, he began to recuperate after the war.

Based on Yu Zecheng's original idea, he planned to kill the Six Sword Alliance and completely destroy them.

But now, in addition to the strong combat power of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the disciples of the sect are all Jindan Zhenren, who are all comprehending the insights after the battle with the Heart Sword Zen Sect, and have the possibility of being promoted to Yuanying, which is really not suitable for fighting with the enemy.

The opponent's mountain gate stronghold has been operating for thousands of years, with countless magic arrays and prohibitions. At the critical moment, they may even invite the immortal ancestors to come down to the world.

In this battle, the death of a Jindan Zhenren would be a loss for Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and there was no preparation. It was better to have one bird in hand than to have ten birds in the forest. He would digest his gains without fighting, and kill them with one blow. This was Yu Zecheng's character.

So after the battle, Yu Zecheng did not rush to the other side's mountain gate. Anyway, the monk could escape, but the temple could not. It was just a day earlier or later.

Sure enough, after the Wusheng Patriarch escaped, the news about the Kunlun Mirror was not leaked at all. Like Yu Zecheng, he kept his mouth shut and would not say anything even if he was beaten to death.

Yu Zecheng was not so arrogant that he really thought he was the best in the world. There were countless talented people in the world. It was possible to be in the top ten, but it was impossible to be the best.

So when they heard about the artifact, they kept silent and said nothing.

Yu Zecheng took out the Kunlun Mirror when he had nothing to do. He saw that the mirror was five inches in size, and the material was not gold, stone or wood. The whole body showed a restrained silver-white color, as if it was really condensed with silver moonlight.

The mirror seemed to be flashing with countless crystal light rain, which was the most beautiful brilliance, with warmth that penetrated people's hearts, and with the agility that made all things cheer.

In this golden light, it was full of vitality, beautiful beyond description, and continuous into a sea. Listening carefully, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

This was the treasure of the immortals, the artifact, Kunlun Mirror. Yu Zecheng touched it in his hand, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Yu Zecheng studied this mirror slowly, but there was no progress, but this was normal. Although it was only a fragment of the artifact, how could the artifact easily recognize its master? Then it would not be an artifact. This required a lot of time to study, and it could only be done slowly in the future.

The seized ninth-level flying swords, magic weapons, and innate spiritual treasures. Yu Zecheng summarized and sorted them out, and gathered together the Taiyi Fenguang Sword, Bingpo Hanguang Sword, Changbai Tianxin Sword, and those ninth-level treasures that he could not transform into tenth-level flying swords.

Yu Zecheng carefully selected twelve ninth-level flying swords that could be transformed into tenth-level flying swords, as well as five ninth-level magic weapons. He put them away by himself, and the other flying swords and magic weapons were all selected by other disciples in the sect.

This selection was not something that Yu Zecheng could take at will after becoming the head of the sect. There were various rules, and it was necessary to consume the contribution points of the sect to obtain it.

Yu Zecheng had fought a great battle, and the sect had countless contribution points, so he could easily select it. Other disciples had to think twice before doing so, so as to avoid occupying treasures but not being able to use them because of greed.

The last explosion of Xuanyuan Sword was beyond everyone's expectations. After the explosion, Xuanyuan Sword returned to normal and there was no other reaction.

After the war, Yu Zecheng became the best in the world, but the reputation of the best in the world was just a false name, which was meaningless to Yu Zecheng.

After the battle of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he was busy. One day, after Yu Zecheng woke up, he looked at the morning sun in the sky, but he felt a trance, because today was the seventh day after the five major sword sects fought the Heart Sword.

Countless things happened in these seven days. There was another great battle. Dozens of True Ones were exiled. The True Qi column of the exiled True One God in the distance still stood between heaven and earth, but the battle seven days ago seemed like it happened many years ago.

Seven days have passed, so today is the seventh day.

Yu Zecheng issued an order to ring the alarm bell of Xuanyuan Sword Sect and gather all the disciples of the Sword Sect to pay tribute to the fellow disciples who died in the battle on the seventh day.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and countless Xuanyuan disciples gathered here, all in white robes and plain clothes. Under the leadership of Yu Zecheng, they went to the Xuanyuan Mausoleum to pay tribute to the many fellow disciples who died in the battle.

Shi Ji, Han Ba, Nan Tian, ​​Feng Shi, Yu Bo, Ying Long, Zong Hua, Xuan Guang, San Jue, Qi Wu, Huai Yu, Gu Ba, Chu Chen, Ji Shui, Chen Xi, Yi Xin.

Nearly two hundred mausoleums stood there, and Yu Zecheng led all the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect to worship together.

Yu Zecheng read the prayer aloud, burned paper, burned incense, and bowed three times. Everyone stood solemnly to commemorate these fellow predecessors who died in battle.

From time to time, the cries of the disciples below could be heard. Thinking of his master's love, the majesty of Master Shi Ji, Zong Hua's care, and Chen Xi's teachings, Yu Zecheng couldn't help but feel desolate.

But looking at the thousands of Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples under his sect, they are all looking at me. He is their pillar, and he must lead by example without leaving any trace of weakness.

Yu Zecheng could only endure his grief and put on a solemn look. At the same time, he felt like he was wearing a mask and could no longer be the same as before. An indescribable heavy responsibility appeared on him.

The expectations of the elders, the ideals that the sect has continued for thousands of years, the admiring eyes and trusting eyes of the younger generations, one word, they can die for themselves, their words and deeds may determine their life or death, these are like mountains. The same thing made Yu Zecheng suddenly feel extremely heavy.

This is life, and sometimes life is like this. People can't help themselves when they are in the world.

After half a day of memorial service, everything returned to normal, and Yu Zecheng stepped out and walked into the distance.

He went to Luzhou Wuliang Sect.

The master has been buried, and I hope to find his reincarnated soul as soon as possible. Logically speaking, he died from the reversal of the Art of Sacrificing Life for Righteousness, and his true source was exhausted. If he did not die from the death sword technique, he should be able to have his soul escape into reincarnation.

In addition to him, there is Shiyun. I wonder if Shiyun’s reincarnated soul can be found. By the way, there is also the old man Kuzhu, and the forbidden words Shinichi. He has a cold relationship with the Buyan Sect now, but the Buyan Sect, unlike other sects, has an incomparable foundation and cannot be destroyed and conquered. This found the forbidden words. Shinichi may be able to change the relationship between the two factions.

During the battle between the Wuliang Sect and the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he asked them for help, but there was no response.

Moreover, there were three Nascent Soul Lords from the Wuliang Sect who infiltrated into the enemy and joined in the robbery of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. They were all killed in the end. They used the Wuliang Art before they died, so they had to be beaten to teach them a lesson.

Now Yu Zecheng was thinking about the problem and unknowingly rose to the perspective of the sect. He was not aware of this change.

In fact, there is another most important thing for this trip to the Infinite Sect.

Last night, Yu Zecheng suddenly returned home from a deep dream. He was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, with only a thousand lines of tears.

He dreamed of that scene back then.

It was a green grassland, a golden grass beach, a piece of tender green; an auburn Gobi desert, with thick cedar trees. Some are white, some are egg-yellow, and some are purple-red; on the silver-white alkali beach, there are clusters of white thorns sprouting dark green buds.

The layers of snow-capped peaks in the distance are like motionless white clouds. The sunset is burning behind the white clouds, and a few golden rays are floating in the blue sky.

On the grassland, a man, a woman, and two teenagers were chasing each other, having a great time, and finally fell on the golden grass.

This mountain, this water, this grassland, everything is so beautiful and natural, making the two of them extremely relaxed and at ease. They like to roam freely between heaven and earth.

The young man lay here and said:

"It would be great if I could live here forever. It's so comfortable."

On the grassland, there are countless wild flowers, red, white, yellow, blue, purple... all kinds of wild flowers, this cluster, that one, make the green grassland more beautiful than the garden. With the morning breeze, bursts of rich fragrance drifted towards the face.

The girl suddenly said:

"Brother, if I die one day, you can bury me here."

The young man said:

"Why die? But if you die, it will be very peaceful to be buried here. But even if you die, I will find your next life and continue to be my wife, but the big house will not be you. There is no need to arrange it." How many concubines have you got?"

The girl said slightly angrily:

"No, no, you are not allowed to have a wife after I die. You can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to have a wife."

The young man smiled and said:

"Okay, okay, I will never marry you until you die. Originally, I wanted to follow the example of Master Xiong's three thousand wives."

The girl whispered:

"Then it must be very tiring to have Grandmaster Xiong. He may not be happy."

The young man was speechless.

The girl suddenly laughed and said:

"What would you do if I was a man in my next life? It's funny just thinking about it."

The young man laughed and said:

"It's easy to handle. If you cut it off, you can still be your wife.

The two got into a fight and walked on the grassland, hand in hand and heart to heart. The two figures walked further and further away.

The breeze blows, and the vast grassland is plated with gold by the bright red sun. The dewdrops on the grass blades are like gems set on emeralds, glowing with colorful brilliance.

When Yu Zecheng woke up from his dream, it was exactly the scene on the Wuliang Zongler grassland that year. Thinking back to that year, he burst into tears involuntarily. But this crying can only be done behind the scenes and cannot be seen by others.

So today he went to Wuliang Sect to fulfill his promise back then.