Ji Qingfeng saluted the person in front of him, kowtowed, and looked respectful.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, for preaching."
The shadow of Taoist Yuheng smiled at him,
"I want to thank you for being willing to pass on this Taoism."
In this world, there are not many people who can understand the way of life.
Su Changli could no longer stay in Tai Chi Hall and appeared on the martial arts field.
At the same time, Huang Tian, Yu Ming and others also appeared here.
Murong Chuxue was the first to arrive here. She was stunned for a moment when she looked at the magnificent young man on the martial arts stage.
There was a mist in the eyes of the always cold and stunning Sword Master, and her red lips trembled as she spoke,
"Master."
It turns out that he has always been there.
He has always been with her in Xihe Palace!
But why can't I see her?
Taoist Yu Heng turned to look at Murong Chuxue and smiled at her.
Murong Chuxue walked up to him, raised her hand to touch Taoist Yuheng's face, and murmured,
"Master, I miss you so much."
Her move shocked everyone.
Sang Luo took a breath and instantly overlapped his master's face with his senior brother's face. The front face didn't look alike, but the side face was really similar!
And the back view!
Wan Wan Lei Qing, she guessed it right!
Not far away, Huang Tian's face turned from red to green to black, and he was about to speak out to stop Murong Chuxue.
"What are you doing"? Rebellious!
Before the four words were uttered, Yu Ming covered his mouth and pulled him aside.
"Shut up, you!"
How dare you speak in this situation?
Don't want to die?!
If this is an ordinary young disciple who has wishful thinking about his master, then you will criticize it.
That's Murong Chuxue!
Murong Chuxue, who beat you so hard that your father didn't even recognize you some time ago!
With all your abilities, you'd better shut up and pretend you didn't see it!
Su Changli was also stunned when he saw it. He had always been slow in this area. When he was young, he only loved practicing swordsmanship. His junior sister had always been very attached to his master, so he never thought about it too much.
It was only today that he became aware of his junior sister's thoughts.
Shang Shixu was attracted by the movement here and also came to Lingyun Peak from the back mountain.
Then, he saw Taoist Yuheng who looked very similar to him.
He saw his cherished master and looked at the remnant soul with a painful look on his face.
Sang Luo looked at Shang Shixu's back and suddenly felt that his senior brother felt broken.
She poked Chu Yanshu and asked,
"Is it possible for my master to be resurrected?"
After all, he has the fruit of life and death there and can feel the state of the remnant soul.
If the master can survive, then what else is scary in this world of cultivation?
Kill directly to the Demon Temple and wipe out all the demons!
Chu Yanshu shook his head,
"This is not a remnant soul, just a touch of spiritual consciousness."
Dao Zun Yuheng’s soul has long since disappeared into oblivion.
Because he is a cultivator, he will not even be reincarnated.
Completely, dissipated into the world.
Sang Luo sounded a little disappointed, but the spiritual consciousness on the martial arts stage began to dissipate.
Taoist Yu Heng raised his hand and touched Murong Chuxue's head, with fondness in his eyes, and said softly,
"Chu Xue, let it go."
Murong Chuxue chuckled lightly, looked at Taoist Yuheng with eyes full of persistence, and said in a trembling voice,
"How to let go? How to let go? Master, please teach me."
If he hadn't brought her out of the pile of dead people, she would have died long ago.
If he hadn't blocked that catastrophe for her back then, he wouldn't have died.
He should have followed his path to immortality, and he shouldn't have ended up like this.