Chapter 693: End of life

Blood Sea 198 years.
The Cangqing Realm has completely settled down, the war has disappeared, and the world is back in peace building.
Thousands of spiritual veins in the entire world are roaring like an angry dragon under the lead of the large array, and they merge into the red star in the sky, making its light more radiant, and almost wanting to become a real immortal family cultivation site.
Blood Lotus Palace
Zhao Shi finished his three-year retreat and healed his injuries. The injuries of his body size have basically healed, and he has returned to a perfect state again.
This is an extremely terrifying recovery speed.
High-level cultivators are not injured. Once injured, they are seriously injured. They must spend at least hundreds of years to recuperate, which is no different from repairing a city a little bit.
"Zhao Shi"
When he woke up, he saw Chi Yaoyue with red eyes, with a sense of weakness and helplessness he had never seen before.
Ouyang Wu, who kept looking at her from behind her, didn't laugh at anything this time, putting on a stitch from time to time.
"And me."
Zhao Shi sighed softly and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't cry, let's send Sect Master Feng the last time."
Feng Anger is the Nascent Soul stage in the eighty-two year of the blood sea. Because of the use of the ghost way secret method to destroy the foundation, the remaining life span is only one hundred years.
It's because Zhao Shi made the move to live to this day.
He originally wanted to participate in the battle of transforming the gods on the Cangqing plane, intending to die with the enemy, but was discouraged by Zhao Shi's more important reasons for stability in the future.
After all, their opponents are no longer Yuan Yingqi monks.
The blood-colored stars flickered, separated from their orbits, and flew south from the center of the blue plane, like a meteor that accidentally crossed the horizon.
Three days later, a blood-colored star that completely obscured the sky landed on the sky above the Baiyunzong, making the faces of many disciples below look excited and admired, and stopped his own noise only after the severe reminder of the nearby elders.
The Baiyun Sect is still the traditional order of the sect of the old age, but the disciples in it are all people who have received nine years of compulsory education, which is completely different from the older generation who carved the upper and lower hierarchies into their bones.
But they dare not listen to the words of these elders. In order to become a cultivator with a low score in the college entrance examination and enter the Baiyun Sect, they must accept everything in the Baiyun Sect, including the power of life and death of the upper sect over the bottom.
This point was agreed by the adult in the sky.
What the people of the Blood Sea Guild did was just to confirm that they were eighteen years old, and to join the Baiyun Sect completely voluntarily and no longer care about other things.
This has made many people criticize, thinking that human rights are violated, but there is nothing to do.
Zhao Shi led Chi Yaoyue and the three people down from the sky, and the majestic and solemn bells rang from the inside of Baiyun Sect, a twelve ring that opened up the world.
The Dao Zhong was personally promoted by a condensed true realm from the old age, and his wrinkled face was full of excitement and glory.
Baiyunzong prides itself on being a high school, and has clear etiquette rules for everything, which cannot be overstepped in the slightest.
The three tones of bells represent the visits of monks in the Golden Core Realm in the era when there was no ancestor of the Yuan Ying, and the six tones are the visits of the head of the sect of the same level.
Jiusheng means that a monk Yuanying has visited. This situation is only less than ten times in the first generation of Baiyun ancestor.
Today, it was the twelve-channel bell roaring, and no one would accuse them of violating the etiquette. Instead, they were all in awe from the heart.
Patriarch!
Our Baiyun Sect has come to a monk of the transformation stage!
Even if you have been reincarnated, you must be able to smile at Jiuquan.
All these etiquette did not make Zhao Shi's heart ups and downs at all, nor did he delay his time. Instead, he went directly to the Abode at the highest point of Baiyun Peak and saw the anger at this time.
The face that was not angry and prestigious in the past has now become extremely dry, with gray hair and muddy eyes. Even the mana in the body is intermittent and may stop at any time.
"Meet the Sword Master of Blood Sea!"
An old man from the early stage of the Golden Core, and a young man from the condensed realm who were attending by the bed, bowed respectfully, with a sense of dream in his heart, and couldn't believe that he actually saw a living monk.
I heard that this ancestor once cultivated in the clan when his cultivation base fell hundreds of years ago.
Zhao Shi nodded slightly and waved to help them up.
"Sect Master, you..."
Two lines of tears in Chi Yaoyue's red eyes couldn't help but flow down.
It shouldn't have been this way. The relationship between Feng An and her and her master was only average, and the feelings did not reach this level.
But now the anger is different, he represents all the past, all the past.
Among those who are still alive, Feng Anger is almost the only one left.
He died, which meant that everyone who had known Chi Yaoyue during the more than one hundred years of his childhood to the peak of the condensed realm was dead.
A period of time will never be witnessed by anyone, is it still a real time and not just a light memory?
Feng An felt the unfamiliar breath, and barely opened his eyes: "Shaoyue, Senior Blood Sea..."
Zhao Shi shook his head: "I haven't seen a fellow Daoist for many years, so why do I have a chance? Just call me Zhao Shi or fellow Daoist."
He also sighed with emotion. It has been 199 years since the sea of ​​blood came one year ago, and most of the people in the past have passed away.
Zhao Jin, Wu Tianlin, and many other characters of the Zhao Family in Beiqiu County have disappeared in the long river of time. Apart from his memory, the world can no longer find any trace of their existence.
"Friends...Friends..."
A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Nu's mouth.
Although he could not reach the highest realm in this life, it was worthwhile for a cultivator to call himself a Taoist friend.
If my wife and those old friends who have died knew about this, they would be envious of it?
"I... I have something to ask..."
Feng An said intermittently, and every word he uttered seemed to be said with the last trace of his life.
"Friend Feng Daoist is thinking of Baiyunzong?"
Zhao Shi was not surprised, and said, "Friends of Daoists don't worry, as long as I am in one day, I can guarantee the immortality of the Baiyun School.
Feng An's heart was relaxed: "Yaner..."
Standing by the bed, the young man with tears falling down respectfully bowed to Zhao Shi: "The younger generation speaks the truth, and pays respect to the Sword Master of the Sea of ​​Blood."
"It's really a good talent and beautiful jade, and the Baiyun Sect will definitely flourish in your hands."
Zhao Shi praised that this person should be the inheritance disciple found after Wu Haotian was executed by Feng Anger, and that was not bad.
"Thanks..."
Feng Nu let go of the last trace of worry, whispered something, his body completely motionless.
"...I won't be immortal in this life... Regret..."
Although the body is still warm, everyone can clearly sense that one of the faint spirits has completely disappeared.
On this day, Zhenru Zhenjun, the lord of Baiyunzong Zhongxing, went to immortal, at the age of 718 years old, Manzong Suzhen.