Chapter 266 Recalling the past, life is like a dream, and I finally wake up!

After the wave subsides.

Ji Qiu stepped on the smoke and clouds under his feet, holding his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the battle in Shenxiao Mountain came to an end.

It looked like a mess.

Although it is said that all future enemies will be suppressed and the disaster will be eliminated, in fact, there is no joy on the face of every Shenxiao Sect monk.

Mo Yu's figure was crumbling, and her face turned pale in mid-air. She had resisted the great pressure in the battle just now, but she had been severely injured and needed to be nursed back to health.

Apart from her, Zhang Shouyi, Li Qiubai and other real people all had a chill on their faces, and their eyes were as cold as ice as if they were bottomless pools.

"Headmaster, gentlemen."

"This time, Yuanchu Mountain, Hanyan Temple, Luoyang Temple, Changchun Mansion and other four sects, with a total of 63 Taoist priests and more than 700 Qi refiners, entered our Shenxiaomen residence."

"After a fierce battle, some real people stepped forward to reverse the situation, but there were still six Daoji elders and nearly a hundred Qi Refining disciples who died in this battle."

Located at the foot of the main peak.

The deacon in the sect who summarized the battle situation looked happy after a victory, but when he mentioned the injuries to his fellow sects, he still couldn't hide the sadness on his brows.

You know, just a few minutes ago, the fallen monk might have been laughing and talking with them.

As a result, not long after, heaven and man were separated.

Although practitioners are said to be indifferent to life and death, they have already taken it lightly.

As long as those who worship in the sect have cultivated a Taoist line, it is normal for their friendship to last for decades.

Fellow Taoists who were traveling along the way died as soon as they said they would. How could others see through this in a short period of time?

The corpses of the fallen monks of the Shenxiao Sect were sealed in copper coffins and displayed at the foot of the main peak. They were mourned by the disciples to commemorate their achievements in protecting the sect.

Wait until the head coach comes forward.

All elders, deacons, and great monks who have reached the foundation of Taoism can be buried in the back mountain.

Ordinary qi-refining disciples can also ask ordinary relatives and friends to come and return the body to its hometown and bury it in peace.

If they have no family or room, this Shenxiao Mountain Range still has a large territory, and they can make a place to bury them in it and reincarnate.

Their descendants, the Shenxiao Sect, will preserve their worldly wealth and honor, and if they have spiritual roots, they will be accepted into the sect and continue to lead them on the path that their ancestors did not compete on, reaching new heights.

Shenxiao Sect will always remember these disciples.

There is a solemn atmosphere in the air.

Li Qiubai looked around, watching the corpses being put into the coffins. Even though he was usually elegant and easy-going, now, his anger could not help but rise.

"Ancestor."

Looking at the desolate surroundings, the headmaster of Shenxiao, who looked even younger after breaking through the golden elixir, suddenly said:

"You cannot be a gentleman if you do not avenge this hatred."

"Just killing these real offenders and subduing the remnants of the offenders is not enough to demonstrate the skill of my Shenxiao."

"He treats me like a piece of fish, so we must retaliate tooth for tooth and blood for blood!"

In hundreds of years, this is the first time that Shenxiao Sect has encountered such a major event that shakes the foundation of the sect.

If he can't use iron-blooded methods, his hundreds of years of orthodoxy will be nothing but mud!

All the real people and Taoist priests spoke fiercely and their tone was indignant.

Ji Qiu saw a familiar object. He walked down from the sky and picked up a half-broken sword placed on the side of a copper coffin. He then looked at it and let out a long sigh.

He still had some impression of this broken magic sword. It belonged to Wei Feng, the master of the deacon hall who was in charge of secular affairs.

As a person he met at the beginning of his immortal journey, Wei Feng could at least retain some impression in Ji Qiu's long life.

"How did the Lord of the Guard Palace fall?"

The Taoist wiped the broken sword in his hand and then slowly placed it in front of the coffin.

When the deacon next to him heard this, he immediately looked at the copper coffin with lowered eyebrows and spoke in a heavy tone with some respect:

"The master of the Palace of Wei is no more than a Taoist, there is no hope of false elixirs, and his lifespan is only two or three years."

"Therefore, when those outer sect Daoji monks came to kill, the palace master had no idea. He held the sword to burn his energy and blood, exploded the Daoji extradition magic, and killed two people of the same realm with the magic sword. It can be said that he died of exhaustion.

, which is frightening.”

"He died standing up until the day he died. He was truly a role model for our generation."

Listening to the words, Ji Qiu nodded silently.

Daoji has a life span of 300 years, but most people do not live to this age.

But every Daoji monk can vaguely sense when his or her end will be.

Wei Feng knew that he did not have two years to live, so he chose the most honorable way to die.

He has been cultivating in Shenxiao all his life, and now he has returned all his magic power to the sect.

According to what the old man said in the past, it is called getting what you want.

He just didn't know if he could hear the rumbling Taoist sound that he just spread throughout the five peaks when he was dying.

Thinking about it, the soul should be more or less aware of it.

Looking sideways, he scanned the surroundings and saw that the first few coffins were the fallen Daoji monks. They were either elders of one party and held high positions of authority, or they were in charge of affairs and held real power.

Among these people, there were some he was familiar with and some he was not familiar with.

But speaking of it, when Ji Qiu achieved Dao Ji, he had three or two glasses of wedding wine with him.

He was indeed able to discern the trajectory and destiny of life, and he also saw the fate of these people.

However, the many words that have evolved through simulation are only rough descriptions, and how can they describe a person's life in detail.

Changing one's fate against the will of heaven, in the final analysis, Ji Qiu can change his own fate, and if he tries his best to radiate surroundings, he has already reached his limit.

It is impossible that everything in this world can be done perfectly with his little butterfly flapping its wings.

That's so ridiculous.

The Taoist's eyes were as dark as ink, and they were completely calm, and his mood did not fluctuate much due to this.

Just because, life, separation and death in this world

He has seen too much in these three reincarnations.

So much so that facing such a scene again only caused a slight ripple in the lake of my heart, nothing more.

Even so.

It doesn't mean that he will turn a blind eye to it.

After all, in the final analysis, Shenxiao Sect is the root of his true body, just like the second Taiping Dao and the third Zixiao Sect.

He received Zhang Shou's overwhelming favor and was placed in high hopes by him, so he was naturally one of the founders of Baili Shenxiao.

It is reasonable to protect Shenxiao's prestige and reputation.

Therefore, Ji Qiu stood up while thinking about it, and then heard Li Qiubai's murderous tone, speaking loudly to everyone.

Immediately, the Taoist looked back and echoed:

"The headmaster is right."

"The four side gates are at least two to three hundred years old, and at most four or five hundred years old."

"Now that Master Jindan has fallen, there are no more elite members in the sect. Since he came to the door first, it would be disrespectful to come and not return."

"Then this matter will end with the destruction of these four side sects. This will be a warning to Dabeicang and comfort the immortal spirit of my sect's disciples. This is the end."

"Headmaster, real person, ancestor, you guys, let's see, does it suit your wishes?"

The Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and spoke calmly, then followed Li Qiubai's words and then finished them in one go.

Although the words did not have the intention of killing, every word struck the heart of others and lingered for a long time.

Now the whole story of Zhang Shouyi's ambush has been known to all Daojis and disciples.

At the same time, the news that Ji Qiubai was extremely talented and had attained the golden elixir of the Great Dao together with Li Qiubai, and was ranked among the great masters of Shenxiao, naturally spread.

Boxing is power. How much strength you have means how much power you have to speak.

As for Ji Qiu, who is ranked as the golden elixir, whenever he opens his mouth, he will be the focus of everyone's attention.

What's more, he is still extremely young.

Within the sect, which Taoist master does not know him thoroughly?

It only takes ten years for the jade liquid to return to the elixir!

For example, Jiang Yuanshan, who had a good relationship with Ji Qiu and single-handedly led him to worship the gods, or Shen Yunxi and others who were mentored by Ji Qiu and given three talismans, changing his fate.

In my heart, it can be said that there are five kinds of mixed feelings, which are difficult to describe.

Obviously they were just peers or even juniors.
To be continued...