The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Memorial to the dead!"

Shenzhou Tiandao said loudly, the voice spread throughout the whole Shenzhou Continent, and the pictures here were projected all over the world.

When everyone raised their heads, they could see the picture of the Holy Sepulchre.

"The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sacred Lands, Ancient Sages of Miaoyin and other ancient sages fought foreign land for the mainland of China, and finally died in battle. This is the hero of our China. Today, it is a memorial service!"

Shenzhou Tiandao spoke again.

When everyone heard the words, they all moved towards the Tianyuan sea area, and some people took out various sacrifices and worshipped in the air.

On this day, the atmosphere in the entire China is very heavy.

Everyone was immersed in grief.

Some people are even crying.

The entire memorial process lasted nine hours.

During the period, there was a heavy snowfall on the mainland of China. Every place was covered by thick snow, and the temperature dropped sharply.

the next day.

The memorial is over.

Everyone went back to their homes.

Among the forces of Wuyao Holy Land, Ten Thousand Sacred Land, Tianmiao Holy Land and other forces, up and down were immersed in an atmosphere of sorrow.

In the hall of a valley.

Bai Yu and Hong Miao looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"It's wonderful!"

"The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sacred Land has fallen, and you and I are the only two ancient sages in Ten Thousand Sacred Land."

"Yes!"

"In this way, our voice is very powerful."

"From now on, within the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, we will respect the two of us, and the others are just tools for us to improve our cultivation."

"Exactly!"

"However, we still have to beware of the incarnation left by the Saint Lord of Ten Thousand Sacred Lands before leaving China. Although this person can only display the strength of infinitely close to the holy, it is far inferior to you and me, but it must also avoid head-on collisions with it."

"Do not worry!"

"The clone left by the Saint Lord of Ten Thousand Sacred Lands cannot be upgraded. At best, it is just a puppet and can't get in the way."

"It's better to be cautious!"

"Okay, it's all from Madam."

The couple Bai Yu and Hong Miao laughed wickedly.

…

Heavenly Holy Land.

The crowd knelt in the mourning hall, looking at the portrait of the ancient sage Miaoyin, their faces were full of sadness.

The Holy Master Rurong betrayed Shenzhou and died.

Ancient Sage Miaoyin went to Tianlan Immortal Territory and died.

Even the clone is dead.

Today's Tianmiao Holy Land, it can be said that the vitality is greatly injured, except for the old Holy Lord's whereabouts is unknown, the Tianmiao Holy Land now does not even have a holy realm.

The old saint did not leave a clone.

If even the old saint had fallen, then the heavenly holy land would really have lost an old saint.

Although the Saint Lord of Ten Thousand Sacred Land and the Saint Lord of Wu Yao Holy Land had fallen, they still left a clone before leaving Shenzhou. Although they could not cultivate, at least they did not die.

Their avatars can be regarded as the spiritual symbol of the sect.

Relying on his own rich experience, he can still help the sect cultivate a brand new holy realm.

But the situation in Tianmiao Holy Land is much worse now.

Without the Holy Land, it won't last long, and you will face the crisis of decline.

"Ugh!"

Elder Tianmiao Holy Land held his walking stick, bowed his head and sighed.

The others also looked sad.

The atmosphere is gradually different in various parts of China.

Some holy places have returned to the holy realm, but cheered, especially the hot sun holy places, because of the return of the old sage of the sun, they are in an atmosphere of celebration at this time.

On the Holy See.

The Old Sage of the Hot Sun sits here with a smile on his face, his body and clone are unified, and his whole person is complete again.

"Everyone, you have worked so hard to manage the Holy Land these years."

The ancient sage of the sun sighed.

Fortunately, he met Ye Feng, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to return in his life, and sooner or later he would be squeezed dry by the lord of the Heavenly Immortal Palace.

"Master, what have you experienced over the years?" The master couldn't help being curious.

As a major disciple of the Old Sage of the Sun, she has a very good relationship with the Old Sage of the Sun, otherwise she would not dare to ask.

"I…"

The corners of the Old Sage's mouth twitched.

He can't tell the truth, right?

In that case, he died directly in the entire Chinese society. Everyone knew that he was treated as a male favorite by the palace lord of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, and he had been squeezed for thousands of years.

"Ahem!"

"I was trapped somewhere and besieged by a powerful enemy. Fortunately, my life was too bad and I ran away in a thrilling manner."

"Later, I beheaded the powerful enemy and fought hard, and persisted until the arrival of the head of Ye. With his help, I was promoted to Heavenly Sage, and brought back more than a hundred dual monks."

The ancient sage of the hot sun stroked his long beard lightly, if he said.

After hearing this, everyone admired it.

"Master, you are amazing!" The master was also impressed by the "brave deeds" of the ancient sage of the sun.

"Hey-hey!"

The Old Sage of the Sun was calm, but he was not too embarrassed in his heart, wishing to find a place to sew in.

Holy Land of Swords.

Elder Wu Jian sat on the throne of the chief elder, looking at the dozens of powerful practitioners around him.

These people are the core of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords.

Wan Jianyi, who knew Ye Feng, was also on this list.

"Welcome to the return of Ancient Sage Wu Jian!"

The practitioners present stood up to welcome them.

"Don't be polite!"

Elder Wu Jian waved his hand.

"This trip to Tianlan Immortal Territory, although I encountered a catastrophe, I also survived and gained a lot. In the end, with the help of Ye Zhangmen, I was promoted to the heavenly sacred realm."

"From today!"

"Our Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land makes every effort to make friends with the Misty Sect, and we must not have any friction with this sect, understand?"

Wu Jian looked around and exhorted.

"Observe the holy order!"

The practitioners of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land present nodded their heads.

…

The seventh day of the completion of the Holy Sepulchre.

Shenzhou Tiandao spoke again.

"In this trip to the Tianlan Immortal Territory, Ye Feng, the mysterious leader, tried to turn the tide, not only rescued the three ancient sages of Sun, Wu Jian, and Qingyuan, but also killed powerful enemies such as Tianluo Xianzun, and became the sacred land of the fallen of all of you in China. revenge."

"You should remember this great kindness."

The sound fell, and the entire Shenzhou was shaken.

This is the compliment of Shenzhou Tiandao!

Ye Feng's prestige and status soared again, which also triggered discussions among countless practitioners in the mainland of China.

"It turns out that the head of Ye is again trying to turn the tide!"

"He actually killed Immortal Venerable?"

"What kind of practitioner is this?"

"I heard that the human immortals, earth immortals, heaven immortals, and immortals of the Tianlan Immortal Territory correspond to the holy, manifest, heavenly and most holy of our Shenzhou."

"So, Ye Zhang sect killed the most sacred realm powerhouse?"

"so horrible!"

The prestige value of the Misty Sect has once again increased explosively, with one breaking through two trillion yuan and flooding toward three trillion yuan.

For a time, the ethereal sect was in the limelight.

The throne of the first sect of Shenzhou is completely firmly seated.

…

Misty.

The skyrocketing reputation value made Ye Feng secretly happy.

"Seven days have passed... really fast!"

Ye Feng drank the enlightenment tea, glanced at the Gu Lingxianzun, Jiao Xirou, Qingyuan Ancient Sage, Shan Hanyu, Chu Tianlan and others standing in front of him, and sighed with emotion.

In recent days.

Ye Feng had already introduced them to the elders and disciples of the Misty Sect, so that everyone knew that Misty Sect had a super power of the Immortal Venerable level, and many holy realm powerhouses.

Today's Misty Sect, the holy realm has broken through ten.

There are tens of thousands of disciples.

There are thousands of spirit beasts.

Coupled with rare treasures such as the fairy sacred spring, the heavenly green lotus, and the colorful enlightenment tea tree, whether it is the strength of the sect or the foundation, it is firmly seated on the throne of the first sect in China.

And Ye Feng has become a spiritual symbol of China.

His existence has inspired countless people.

Everyone practiced assiduously, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com worked hard to catch up, in order to become a strong man like Ye Feng, who can stand up and contribute his own strength when the Shenzhou Homeland is facing a crisis.

Ye Feng looked at Chu Tianlan and the others, and asked, "Is it a habit to spend the past few days? What are the gains?"

Gu Ling Xianzun said:

"I was very comfortable in the sect. The disciples liked to ask questions and practiced hard. Some disciples even attacked the quasi-sages in retreat. They were very talented. This gave me a feeling of returning home."

Such a sect is full of vigor and energy, without intrigue, sincere to each other, and he likes it very much.

The others nodded again and again.

They are very satisfied with the Misty Sect, living here and practicing, it is countless times better than before.

"My cultivation base is progressing pretty well. I'm already the emperor of heaven. It's only a matter of time before I become immortal."

Chu Tianlan spoke.