Eternal Tranquility

The monks who died in this catastrophe came from all directions, and densely packed transparent souls filled the entire sky. Their expressions were fixed on the moment before death. Some were painful, some were ferocious, and everyone's injuries were serious. All shocking.

Some of these people are relatives and friends of the monks who came to participate in the ceremony, some are fellow disciples, some have achieved great fame during their lifetime, and some are also favored, loved and admired by those around them.

However, because of this catastrophe, they lost their lives and were drowned in the world of mortals, and their path to immortality would never end.

The sadness spread silently, and countless people felt sad and cried.

Mountains and rivers separate each other, and mountains and rivers separate the road of life and death.

The sound of the sound is empty and no one is in sight, the sword is broken and the autumn frost falls, and the immortal name has fallen into the dust and dirt.

And those Wanhu monks all lowered their eyes and lowered their heads in such a scene, unable to sit still.

The shadow of the big ship on the sea gradually solidified. The whole body was made of black wood that had been tempered by years and looked heavy and vicissitudes of life. It was anchored steadily on the sea. The dead souls turned into meteors and flew into the cabin.

On the bow of the ship, Liu Qinghuan's standing figure looked tall and mysterious, making people feel unreachable and awe-inspiring.

Even people of the same rank, such as Hua Songzi from the Immortal Alliance, and those from Wanhu's major sects, including Chong Yi and others from the Taiqing Sect, all looked at him with a little more scrutiny.

I don’t know how long it took before the mighty army of dead souls gradually dwindled. The thick ink-like sea water surged up, and the sound of the waves was fierce, as if playing a heroic and sad farewell song, as the big ship gradually disappeared. , the lingering sound gradually sobbed and lasted for a long time.

The dead are like a man, and the past cannot be traced. The dead have returned, but those who are still alive still have to struggle to survive in the strange world of Bo Yun. No matter how great the grief is, it will slowly subside in the end, and this festival has finally come to an end.

After the last person entered the ship, the dense dark clouds in the sky cracked open, and a golden beam of light descended straight down, falling on the ship and Liu Qinghuan!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden and shocking scene. The low-level monks just opened their mouths in confusion, but the high-ranking monks sitting on the altar under the three mulberry trees were all curled up. A small hurricane.

The moment the golden light fell, several low shouts sounded here, and several people stood up suddenly!

"Golden light of merit!"

Chunli Zhenren, who had been watching this ceremony as a bystander, also changed his expression at this time, and his face was filled with surprise and suspicion.

Lan Yi and Saochen looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

Xue Yi next to him raised his eyebrows and laughed softly: "Haha, I really belong to you!"

"Is that the golden light of merit?!" Someone shouted: "Just to save a few dead souls, and let heaven rain down the golden light of merit for him? Is merit so easy to earn now?"

"That's what you said! How many dead souls are you saving? This is almost a fucking entire interface..."

Jingjue approached Yunzheng in confusion and whispered, "Why are they so surprised?"

Yun Zheng wanted to roll his eyes at him, but he held it back because it was indecent.

"You monk, don't say sarcastic words! Not everyone is like you. You have to save even an injured ant. Of course, you don't think it's hard to earn merit. More people have to do great good deeds to hope to accumulate merit. What's more, Qing Huan This is the golden light of merit sent directly from heaven, haha, this is so honorable!”

His voice was not low, and many people heard this, but they all showed expressions of disapproval.

Is this just a matter of face? This is a major event related to the Avenue of Immortality, okay!

The so-called merit, for the monks who have already seen the immortal world from afar, is not the illusory and useless reputation of mortals after doing good things, but real benefits.

When a monk reaches the Mahayana realm, he must go through the Immortal Tribulation. There are nine levels of Immortal Tribulation, each level more powerful than the last. Many talented monks who are astonishing in the world have stopped at this step and ended up dying in the heavenly tribulation.

Therefore, there is a saying that "the great road is easy to cultivate, but the immortal tribulation is difficult to overcome", which shows the horror of the immortal tribulation.

However, it is said that if you can earn a lot of merit, when you advance to the Mahayana and undergo the Immortal Tribulation, the invisible and intangible merits will play a big role and weaken the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

At this time, the monks in the air class all looked at Liu Qinghuan with envy, wishing that he was the one bathing in the light of merit. However, Liu Qinghuan himself didn't feel anything at all. He only felt that this was a reward from heaven for performing his duty of extradition.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and Liu Qinghuan put away the wooden boat. When he looked down, he saw young or old faces looking up at him expectantly, as if they were waiting for him to give an order, and they would do it immediately even if they risked life and death.

Liu Qinghuan only waved his hand: "Let's all go, practice well and live a good life. Only by being strong can you stay away from sorrow and fear and live forever. As for those blood debts and hatred..."

He glanced at the corner where Wan Hu's people were, and without saying any more, he walked off the altar and came to one person.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Li, why are you here? I heard that you were seriously injured, why don't you stay in the Shaoyang Sect to recuperate?"

The person who came was Zhenjun Hong Li of the Shaoyang Sect. He was dressed in plain robes and his face was covered with dust and frost. He looked much older than before, but the aura he gave off was very strong and did not look like he was seriously injured at all. man of.

Liu Qinghuan said in surprise: "You are about to break through to the Fusion Realm!"

Hong Li cupped his hands towards him and said, "Yes, it can be considered a blessing in disguise. This time our faction suffered heavy losses, and when we were fighting the enemy, I suddenly had an epiphany. I touched the threshold of integration. I just need to After experiencing the Tao Tribulation, you can break through the realm."

"Okay!" Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel excited and said: "Then I would like to wish my fellow Taoists good luck in joining the Tao and an early Jinyang integration stage! In the future, we, Yunmengze, will have another great monk!"

However, there was no hint of joy in Hong Li's expression, and he just thanked him calmly.

Liu Qinghuan's thoughts changed. The Shaoyang Sect suffered heavy losses during the Demon Sect's invasion. It's no wonder that Hong Li couldn't be happy.

"What's the current situation of your sect? Is it okay if you leave? I heard that fellow Taoist Zhenji was also injured, and fellow Taoist Wu Qi..."

"Thank you for your concern. I have arranged the door before I go out. Master Zhenji is also awake. With her here, everything will be fine." Hong Li said, his calm face showing a flaw, and he paused before adding: " As for my senior brother, he has passed away."

Liu Qinghuan sighed and couldn't help but feel sad. Although he and Wu Qi didn't have a close friendship, they had many contacts due to sect matters, but he didn't expect that the other party would just die.

Zhenjun Hongli quickly put away his exposed emotions and said: "You sent a message before, saying that after the big ceremony, we would negotiate with Wanhujie. Naturally, I have to come and have a good calculation with them about the sect's fate." Destroy and kill the disciples!"

He glanced sideways at the people in Wanhu who were waiting on the other side, and whispered: "Do you have any leverage in your hands that can make those people in Wanhu surrender?"

Otherwise, with the current strength of Yunmengze Xiuxianjie, there would be no conditions for negotiation with the huge Wanhujie.

Liu Qinghuan pondered for a moment and just said: "I don't have any control. I just take advantage of the situation and divide it. Then you only need to watch, and you don't have to restrain your temper. You can scold me if you want. You can express your wishes.”