Day after day.

Year after year.

Mountains and seas, birds sing and flowers scent, and spiritual energy is thriving.

A series of mysterious yellow ponds were built. Monsters bathed inside, roaring their necks towards the sky, making joyful and excited roars.

In the main island hall, figures ran through, and it turned out to be a name called "Wang Hao". Some were refining alchemy, some were refining weapons, some were reading classics, and some were studying formations and talismans.

There is also a Wang Hao in black who is in a cage of time, sitting cross-legged and meditating.

These "Wang Hao" are all clones. The deity accompanied the Taoist companion Nie Wuxia, and was tasting tea and chatting in the thatched hut next to the spring.

This kind of life has passed for a full ten years.

I feel bored, extremely comfortable and enjoyable. The only flaw is that I have not completed the plan of reproduction of children.

There are disciples to take care of external affairs. Wang Hao can stay in the mountains and sea realms with both Taoist couples, while using the resources at hand to enhance the witch sect's foundation and strength.

Building Xuanhuang Pond is one aspect. Cultivating oneself, cultivating demon pets, refining divine pills, creating magical artifacts, etc., has not been lost.

Nowadays, the place where the divine witch practices is enough to prove it.

A thousand-foot time cage covers the spring, the largest Xuanhuang pool in the mountains and sea realm. The Xuanhuang energy in the pool is intertwined and surrounded by witch formation barriers on the outside. The divine witch sits cross-legged inside, closing her eyes and practicing hard. There are still a little bit of spiritual light around, like a firefly circling.

Every bit of spiritual light is a magical artifact. To be precise, spiritual cultivation transformed by magical artifacts.

The Ethereal Divine Liquid has the effect of enlightening the spirit of the weapon. However, it does not happen overnight and requires warming the spirit of the artifact. The Xuanhuang Qi is extremely warming and nourishing the spirit of the artifact. Combined with the Ethereal Divine Liquid, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Baiyun, your divine witch body... is afraid it will break through!" Nie Wuxia looked at the Cage of Time and said with a smile.

Wang Hao replied with a big laugh: "Tongxi! Wuxia, your Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Sphur will also transform into a mysterious-level artifact!"

Ten years of polishing, thanks to the Yellow Mirror, it has increased the warmth of a hundred years. Whether it is a magical witch body or a magical artifact, it has reached the extreme of breakthrough.

It is estimated that it will not take long to advance and transform.

Wang Hao was in a happy mood. If the magic weapon was not mentioned, once the divine witch body broke through, he had the same level of cultivation as the deity, and his talented divine power, his fighting strength was unimaginable.

At that time, slaughtering heavenly beings is like slaughtering chickens and dogs. Even the strong earth immortals will find it difficult to fight against it.

At that time, I was not only the strongest person in the Southern Region, but also a unique existence in the entire Gulan Realm.

This is the peak of cultivation!

Controlling one's own destiny and not being controlled by others. This is a long-cherished wish. Now it is about to be fulfilled. Wang Hao is excited and can no longer be described in words.

Huhu...

Just as we were about to "inviting" the Taoist couple to go to the bedroom to celebrate the double cultivation. Suddenly, the colorless tree rooted next to the spring of Lingquan was rooted in the colorless tree. The windlessness was automatically, and the tall crown swayed and the sound of the flies.

"This is..." Nie Wuxia was surprised.

"What should be come, always come!"

Wang Hao sighed. His expression of excitement was sagging on his face, and he turned to greet his Taoist couple and immediately left the Shanhai Realm.

roar--

At the Wumen station, above the green mountains, a giant golden beast suddenly appeared, carrying the cart on his back, making a deafening roar.

"A Li!"

"Xuanye! Xuanqu! Xuanji!"

"You and others will follow you to the colorless gate!"

Wang Hao's voice came. In an instant, four figures rose from the top of the peak and threw straight towards the Jinqian Luan car.

Accompanied by dazzling golden light, the golden carriage flew away and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Colorless door.

When Wang Hao arrived, no one stopped him and drove straight in and arrived at the forbidden area of ​​Longxi Valley in an instant.

Under the colorless tree, Wang Hao and Nie Wuxia came together. The disciples followed him. When they saw the monk sitting cross-legged under the tree, his breath was faint and his vitality was on the verge of extinction.

"Master!" Wu Se looked sad and knelt down and bowed, his cherry lips slightly opened, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"I know for my teacher!"

Wang Hao nodded. Without asking or saying anything, he came directly to Wuxiang.

"Fellow Taoist, if you are willing, I and my disciples cast spells to help you seize the body and rebirth and live for another lifetime!"

The flower on the other side of the Yellow Spring can help the practitioner to seize the body without any leakage. The heart of Xuanhuang contains the original creation power of the Xuanhuang in heaven and earth, and can protect the casting of spells and not be disturbed by the laws of heaven and earth.

This is also the main reason why Wang Hao brought Shangguan Li and the three brothers of Gu.

"The good intentions of the Heavenly Lord, the little monk is grateful."

Wuxiang opened his eyes. A bright red flashed across his face. His originally weak aura suddenly became stronger and his words began to rise.

"The fate is determined by heaven! This is the kalpa of the little monk. The fate should be like this, and I cannot force it!"

Wuying's reply was not beyond Wang Hao's expectations. This great monk was unwilling to take his body and be reborn, and just wanted to go the way he should go.

"Little Face!" The colorless cryed in grief. The oil was gone and the lamp was gone, and the light was gone. If you don't make a choice, you will avoid leaving and sitting.

"I am very lucky to be with my little ancestor for thousands of years!"

"Now that the fate is over, even if I feel reluctant to give up, I have no regrets!"

Wuxiang looked at the colorless eyes, and he was particularly gentle at this moment. He reached out to take out a wooden fish from the monk's robe.

An illegal tool is just an ordinary wooden fish, as if it has been through the vicissitudes of time and is invincible.

"Xiao Zu, can you recite the "Infinite Sutra" for Xiao Xiang again?" Wu Xiang smiled.

Wuse knew his intentions. He looked gloomy and nodded, "As long as you think, don't say it once, it's OK for thousands of times!"

The two sat looking at each other. One knocked on the wooden fish and the other recited the Buddhist scriptures.

In a trance, it was like traveling through thousands of years, and the first encounter was revealed to my mind... Just like now, the colorless tree swayed, and the sound of a little girl reciting Buddhist scriptures came from inside. The little monk under the tree sat cross-legged, beating the wooden fish with devout devotion.

No one disturbed him. Wang Hao and Nie Wuxia stood quietly beside him.

The sound of the low wooden fish spread out to the valley. Thousands of colorless disciples knelt on the ground, griefing inexplicably.

Some moment!

The wooden hammer is broken, the sound of the wooden fish stops. Wuying slowly closes his eyes, lowers his head and sits in a state of transformation.

Wuse still recited the Buddhist scriptures. He was just covered in sadness, and tears could no longer be suppressed, and the fountain surged down.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil!"

"Xiao Zu, take care of yourself!"

This may be the last last words of Wuying left in the world. His dead body began to bloom with golden light, like a flame burning, and it seemed that he had experienced countless years of erosion, and his body flew into ashes and annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Only a bead the size of a finger was left, gently falling to the ground, emitting a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Relics!

This is the last gift Xiaoxiang left to himself.

Wuse picked up the relics, covered in tears, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Xiang, what should I do if you are leaving!"

Everything in heaven and earth has spirits!

If there is a spirit, there will be sentient beings.

The love that has been with you for thousands of years has long been engraved in the depths of both souls and will never be forgotten forever.

Wang Hao sighed lightly. He walked over and hugged the colorless in his arms as before, stroked her long hair, and comforted him: "You still have a teacher, a master's wife, a senior brother and a senior sister... We are all your relatives!"

“Master——”
Chapter completed!