Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1287 Old Ancestor Passed

During this time, the true cultivation world is not calm.

The Central Territory’s Supreme Beginning Ancient Temple, Cloud and Rain Dao Monarch, Sword Sect, and the fall of a Body Fusion Great Expert, all caused a lot of movement.

When Xianjian returned to Sword Sect, he released news that Cloud and Rain Dao Monarch died at the hands of Huang Wu.

Letting Huang Wu and Cloud and Rain Sect go against each other is naturally beneficial to Xianjian.

This news caused a lot of shock in the true cultivation world!

Another title disciple is folded in the hands of Huang Wu!

Soon, more news about Huang Wu Dao Monarch came out.

Huang Wu has gathered three Heaven and Earth Dharma Idols, and it is no secret.

Regarding these rumors, Su Zimo didn’t take his mind, returned to Misty Peak, and began a long retreat.

True cultivation Without years, in an instant, 97 years have passed.

This day.

In a Cave Mansion of Misty Peak, there was a loud noise of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering!

Bang!

A horrible breath burst out, Misty Peak was trembling constantly, countless crushed stones rolled down, and even the cultivator in the retreat was alarmed and went out of the gate.

“It’s Young Master!”

Nian Qi treads the sky, looking at this Cave Mansion.

Not long after, Misty Peak was overcrowded, densely packed, cultivation realm from Foundation Establishment Realm to Law Manifestation Realm.

“Did Huang Wu Elder break through again?”

“It’s only been how many years, Huang Wu Elder’s innate talent too terrifying. I have been trapped in the Law Manifestation Realm late stage for 1000 years and still have no idea.”

“How can you compare to Huang Wu Elder!”

In Misty Peak, Su Zimo has long been appointed as sect Elder by the old Immortal Crane.

Most of the cultivators who visit Misty Peak have heard of many legends of Huang Wu Dao Monarch.

Even more how, Su Zimo once spread under the Heavens in half of Martial Scripture.

Among all Martial Dao cultivators, Huang Wu is their most respected person!

It is Huang Wu who gives them mortals without Spirit Root the opportunity to break free from the fetters of fate, can no longer be threatened by Monster Demon, and no longer trampled by cultivator!

This shock lasted for a long time before it calmed down.

After half a ring, a silhouette appeared at the door of Cave Mansion.

azure clothes, black hair.

It’s Huang Wu Dao Monarch, Su Zimo!

“congratulations!”

In the air, many Misty Peak cultivators are congratulating.

Su Zimo nodded and smiled.

“Young Master, after a while, the battle of the Law Manifestation leaderboard will start. You have broken through to the Law Manifestation Realm great perfection. The top of the Law Manifestation leaderboard is the Young Master!”

Nian Qi said with a smile.

She is responsible for God Clan Bloodline, and the cultivation speed is extremely fast. Now, she has also cultivated to Law Manifestation Realm late stage, which is only half a step away from Law Manifestation Realm great perfection.

“Is the Law Manifestation battle?”

Su Zimo softly muttered.

Just then, Su Zimo had a feeling in the heart, complexion changed, moved towards the West and looked over.

Su Zimo expression changed, opened his mouth slightly, and there was a deep pain and perseverance in his eyes.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?”

Nian Qi noticed that Su Zimo expression was different, and whispered.

“Ugh.”

Su Zimo sighed and said, “I’m going to Buried Dragon Valley.”

The words did not fall, and he turned into a golden light, disappearing over Misty Peak.

The bottom of the Buried Dragon Valley.

Su Zimo descended and, before coming to the ancient temple, pushed open the ruined temple door.

Old Monk Yuan Bei was sitting in front of the great hall, legs crossed, knees, looking at Su Zimo at the door, with a kind smile on his face, saying: “You are here.”

“Master!”

In sorrow, Su Zimo expression stepped forward and knelt before Old Monk Yuan Bei.

“Child, don’t have to.”

Old Monk Yuan Bei stretched out his dry and thin palm, stroking Su Zimo’s forehead, and said softly: “People who don’t die, I have lived for nearly thousand years, and I have seen too many and experienced too much. It is enough.”

Old Monk Yuan Bei has arrived!

“Master, you see, Wisdom King’s prayer beads are complete!”

Su Zimo hastily picked off the complete Wisdom King’s prayer beads and placed it in front of Old Monk Yuan Bei.

“Okay.”

Old Monk Yuan Bei expression is relieved, nodded.

In the eyes of Old Monk Yuan Bei, there is no regret, no perseverance, no attachment, calm as water.

“I heard that you have gathered 3 Heaven and Earth Dharma Idols. How much have you cultivated? Can you cultivate Supreme Dharma Idol?”

“Remember to have a chance to visit Ming Zhen at the Dipankara Temple in the Southern Region. I don’t know how the child is doing now.”

Old Monk Yuan Bei and Su Zimo chatted, they were trivial and insignificant.

Gradually, Old Monk Yuan Bei was silent.

No heaven-shaking, earth-shattering, no natural phenomenon.

Old Monk Yuan Bei walked calmly.

He still had a kind and gentle smile on his face.

But those wise eyes will never open again.

The generation of Old Ancestor, life essence hundred thousand years, still cannot escape the chase of years, die during meditation here.

Oh la la !

There was a sound of chain in the backyard of great hall.

A tall and magnificent silhouette came over, with red hair.

Before the old Monk Yuan Bei left, the red-haired ghost never showed up.

It’s not that red-haired ghost has any grudges against Old Monk Yuan Bei.

On the contrary, the relationship between the red-haired ghost and Old Monk Yuan Bei 2 is extremely deep.

Su Zimo understands that the red-haired ghost just doesn’t want to see Old Monk Yuan Bei leave with his own eyes, and doesn’t want to experience the sadness of leaving.

“The old bald donkey is gone, and I should leave.”

The red-haired ghost is a rare and noisy sigh.

In fact, the chain of his body had been broken for a long time, and it wasn’t him who was the culprit in the catastrophe. He could have left.

But he remained here until Old Monk Yuan Bei passed away.

“Just bury him here.”

red-haired ghost said.

Su Zimo nodded, holding the body of Old Monk Yuan Bei, came to the cemetery behind the great hall and buried Old Monk Yuan Bei.

Su Zimo put all the ancient books in the ancient temple into a storage bag, ready to be brought back to Misty Peak.

Over Buried Dragon Valley.

“Are you going back to Dragon Clan?”

Su Zimo asked.

Red-haired ghost nodded, saying: “Without my protection, you should be careful in the future and don’t be stupid.”

“gone!”

The red-haired ghost waved his hand and turned away.

suddenly!

He was lightly frowned, slowly turning his head, looking at the void not far away, his eyes fixed, looking thoughtful.

“what happened?”

Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

“It’s nothing, it seems that something is felt.”

Red-haired ghost shook the head, muttering, “Xu has been in the bottom of the Buried Dragon Valley for too long, and has some nerves.”

With that said, the red-haired ghost went away and soon disappeared over the Buried Dragon Valley.

Su Zimo stood for a long time on the edge of Buried Dragon Valley before sighing deeply and turning away.

Shortly after he left.

A void not far from the Buried Dragon Valley suddenly twisted, and a silhouette emerged.

red-haired ghost Yes, there is someone there!

It’s just that this person even concealed him!

This man was wearing a wide plain robe, with black hair covering most of his cheeks, showing only one eye, looking at the Buried Dragon Valley. The expression was complicated.

After standing for a long time, this silhouette moved towards Buried Dragon Valley, deeply worshiped, and turned and left.

(End of this chapter)