Cultivators rarely rest, and even if they are tired, they can only recover by meditating. In addition, at such an important moment, if you accidentally fall asleep and miss the grand occasion, wouldn't you regret it for the rest of your life?
In this way, almost all the monks, whether inside or outside the mountains, stayed awake all night.
Some people are chatting and communicating in the tea room, or they are meditating alone in the room, or they are reading at night in the cave...
Time flies like this bit by bit, accompanied by the breeze at night, passing quietly from everyone's ears.
As a few roosters crowed in the city, the birds in the mountains were the first to respond. They opened their eyes in a daze, looked at the dim and brightening sky, spread their wings and jumped onto the branches, chirping happily.
At the same time, a green insect came out of the hole in the soil and devoured the dew-laden grass leaves. The sweetness of the dew drops and the freshness of the grass leaves made it extremely happy!
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the body, and then accompanied by a spinning weightless feeling, its body soared from the ground.
When he looked again, he saw a few round-headed chicks in the bird's nest of a dry branch in the middle of a big branch, flapping their wings full of down, chirping and staring at him.
The next moment, it felt a sharp pain all over its body, and then lost consciousness!
At the same time, the bright moon hanging in the west became increasingly pale, as pale as the white lines of distant mountains.
Under the mountains to the east, a shimmering light became brighter and brighter, as if it was ready to jump into the sky and take over the sky at any time.
At this time when the sun and the moon were alternating, there were already people standing on the top of the Yunfeng Peak, but there was only one solitary figure on the Wufeng Peak that echoed with it.
The figure is thin, and the gray-white robe rustles in the mountain wind, like a lonely bird.
But the aura emanating from his body stood proudly, like a rock that had stood for tens of millions of years looking up into the sky.
"Santian Palace Formation!"
A voice sounded, it was Chui Lu Sect Master.
Accompanied by the sound, the heavy fog shrouding the mountain quickly dissipated, revealing a golden light shield like a celestial temple.
The light streamed down from the light curtain, slowly fading away in color.
In just a few breaths, the twin peaks of cloud and mist appeared between heaven and earth at the same time.
"Look! That's Ancestor Wuya!" an exclamation sounded.
"Silence!"
But the next moment, someone yelled at him.
Just as the shouter was about to retort, the voice next to him came again:
"The Ancestor has ascended and his state must have reached its peak state. Every plant and tree in this thousand-mile radius is shrouded by his spiritual thoughts. Naturally, our every move cannot escape the eyes of the Ancestor!
If you disturb the ancestor by shouting like this, you will be punished until death! "
The young man was shocked when he heard this and did not dare to speak anymore.
This scene was repeated in crowds everywhere.
But there are still some places that are noisy, like a market, bustling with people.
Seeing that the time is approaching, there is still no sign of calming down.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly lit up on Yunfeng.
A circle of golden light as light as a gossamer spreads around at an alarming speed.
Accompanied by the halo, a spine-chilling chill slowly swept through the noisy places.
Everyone felt a chill down their spines, as if the cold light of a sword had streaked across the skin of their necks, their hairs stood up suddenly, and after a sudden change of color on their faces, they trembled like cicadas, no longer daring to make a single noise.
"Dongxi Sword Intention!" There were many monks in the field who had participated in the Sword Master Ceremony. Sensing this powerful and familiar sword intention, their faces changed slightly and they whispered.
It seems that the rumor that Sword Master Dong Xi is protecting the law for Patriarch Wu Ya is indeed not groundless.
After the warning from the sword, there was no more sound of fireworks within hundreds of miles, only the crow of chickens, the intermittent chirping of birds, and the whistling of the mountain wind. . .
The hundreds of thousands of monks were all like statues, silently looking up at the ancestor Wuya who was also like a statue on the cliff.
Another stick of incense passed.
"The time is coming!"
Looking at the crescent moon, which is as pale as a white mark, it is difficult to recognize, and the gradually brightening red light in the east has covered the mountains, Kun Wuya's throat rose and fell, and he whispered softly.
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Wufeng, looking at the familiar faces on the top of the mountain. In an instant, thousands of thoughts seemed to be flooding from his heart.
But it was only for a moment. As soon as he closed his eyes, a spell formation sounded from his mouth, bursts of white light washed over his body like running water, and clouds of breeze swirled and danced around him.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were as clear and pure as the spring water of Yunxin Spring, and as quiet and peaceful as the water of Weiling Lake.
There was no more emotion on his face, no more fluctuations in his eyes,
Although Ku Wuya is at the top of the mountain at this moment, no one can feel his breath. He is clearly right in front of them, but it seems that he does not belong to this world!
I saw him say a few words as if talking to himself:
"I gotta go!"
A group of seven-colored brilliance lit up at his feet, and actually condensed into a colorful cloud, supporting the ancestor and slowly flying towards the somewhat white sky.
The Chuilu scholar looked at the master rising into the sky, thinking of the past words of teaching and the miraculous medicines from all over the world, and then thinking of his disappointing performance, he could no longer hold back the emotions in his heart, and he knelt down. kneel:
"Disciple, send me off to my master!"
Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of disciples of the Qingfeng Sect knelt down straight, and there was a muffled sound of thumping on the ground, as if it was a war drum to see off their ancestor.
"Congratulations, Master!"
The sound is like a hymn, soaring to the sky!
Kun Wuya, who was standing on colorful clouds, heard this voice. His figure did not move, but his long sleeves swayed more violently in the strong wind, like a butterfly flapping its wings and flying away, or like an eagle overlooking the world!
The clouds flew higher and higher, but after a while, only a speck remained.
He was about to disappear when he saw it, and the sky suddenly lit up!
Accompanied by the light, the spots flickered and turned into a giant bird with colorful and swaying lights!
The giant bird was about hundreds of feet long, with golden eyes and silver claws, and colorful feathers all over its body. As soon as it appeared, a wave of waves as vast as the deep sea rippled around.
Almost at the same time, the colorful giant bird let out a clear cry, opened its mouth and suddenly sprayed out towards the sky!
"call out--!"
There was a sound that broke through the air, like the sound of a flute!
A seven-color giant arrow shot straight through the white clouds like a rainbow into the sky!
"The sky is broken!"
Seeing this shocking scene, some people in the mountains couldn't help but exclaimed!
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