The power of merit belonging to "Tang Mingyu" in Qi Yuan's body was absorbed by Yangshi, and a faint golden light was injected into it.
Forcibly extracting the power of merit is tantamount to burning life.
"Senior brother, are you really not going to look back and see Mingyu one last time?"
Yuan Xing's eyes were also red, with tears already streaming down his face, and he spoke with choked sobs.
The three of them had their backs to Qi Yuan, and their eyes were unfocused and they didn't know where they were falling.
Yuan He cried even harder when he heard Yuan Xing's words, his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly and his shoulders shrugged.
In the entire cultivation world, all cultivators felt the power of heaven coming down.
"My road is far away, but I hope that my original intention will not change and that the oceans and rivers will be clear."
The Yin-Yang Stone and the Heavenly Seal merged into one, Qi Yuan smiled, his awe-inspiring righteousness lingering, and he calmly looked at the Xuanmen disciples in front of him.
The pressure of heaven is even greater, the yang stone returns to its place, and the connection between this world and the underworld is completely established under the influence of the yin and yang stone.
Different from the darkness of the gate of the underworld, the passage constructed by the Yin Yang Stone leads to the underworld, but it is bright.
The road ahead is open and bright, so don’t be afraid.
"Big brother, let's go!"
"Big brother, let's go!"
Hoarse and choked shouts echoed through Xuanmen.
The passage was completed, and Qi Yuan gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes.
The pressure of heaven became stronger and stronger, and the dissipated golden light gathered around everyone.
Everyone looked at the golden light around them with tearful eyes and burst into tears.
Even at this time, Senior Brother still cares about their hard work under the pressure of heaven.
Why?
Why can't such a generous and good senior brother live?
Can't we use their merits to make up for it?
"Brother!"
Yuanhe saw Yuxiang returning from the mountain in a hurry.
The passage is completely completed, the pressure of heaven dissipates, and the power of new rules spreads throughout the world.
People in the cultivation world spontaneously saluted in the direction of Xuanmen.
Tang Mingyu deserves the respect of all of them!
The golden light dimmed, and Yuxiang stumbled towards the square.
But it was too late.
He was obviously still complaining to his senior brother when he came down the mountain, and he was still complaining about his senior brother. Why was it the last time he met him?
"Give me back my senior brother! Give me back! I don't want the magic talisman, but I'll give you my merits, okay?
Please return my senior brother to me..."
Yuxiang sat paralyzed at the place where Qi Yuan disappeared, raised his head and roared towards the sky.
Hoarse.
Yuxiang has grown up with "Tang Mingyu" since he was a child. He values this senior brother more than Yuanhe.
He thought that when he came back from training, he could tell his senior brother about his glorious deeds.
Yuxiang shouted at the top of his voice, lowered his head, and the stone slab in front of him got wet.
"Senior brother, you tricked me, your magic talisman was not useful at all, and I was blown away.
You have to compensate me, you have to give me new talismans.
You have to come back. "
Yuanhe stood there, as if his feet were rooted, unable to move forward.
In a daze, Yuan He seemed to see the little disciple climbing up the stone steps of Xuanmen, and step by step he grew from a little boy of several years old to a righteous young man.
Seeing the young man walking towards him, Yuanhe sniffed.
"Master, the order of yin and yang has returned to its proper place, and Xuanmen has flourished.
Mingyu lived up to his master's trust. "
Yuan He looked at the well-behaved boy in front of him. The boy's eyes were full of stars, waiting for Yuan He's praise.
Yuan He raised his head to push back the tears and wiped them with the sleeve of his Taoist robe.
Then he looked at the young man in front of him with a smile and choked with sobs:
"Mingyu, you are doing very well and are excellent. Master is proud of you, Xuanmen is proud of you, and the world is proud of you."
The young man in front of him smiled contentedly.
"Master, I have to leave then, help me take care of my family and myself.
The disciple left. "
Yuan He nodded with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat.
"Go, the road ahead is open, no need to worry, no need to... look back."
Yuan He choked up and couldn't hold back his tears anymore after saying the last sentence.
Yuxiang felt the breeze lingering beside him.
"Senior brother, is that you?"
Yuxiang spoke and quickly took out the willow leaves and cow tears in his bag.
The fine golden light stayed on Yuxiang's head for a while, and then dispersed with the breeze.
Yuxiang's hand holding the thing paused, and he was stunned.
"Brother, let's go."
After a while, Yuxiang whispered something.
"Senior brother, go well! You must go well!"
Yuxiang cried and shouted.
The golden light dissipated, the passage was connected, and a genius died tonight.
But a superstar who is always worthy of being remembered and thanked has risen in the hearts of all the monks in the cultivation world.
Five hundred years have passed, and the world of cultivation has not risen, and Xuanmen has faded out of the world of ordinary people.
Xuanmen led everyone and the demons to become the managers of the underworld and the guides of the underworld.
"Master, what is this?"
On the golden avenue of light, Yangshi exudes bright and warm light, just like the sun.
Ghosts cannot feel the sunshine. This road leads to the underworld, but it also leads to death in the sunshine.
"This is Grand Ancestor, a star that cannot be forgotten."
Yuxiang led the Xuanmen disciples to send away another group of ghosts and walked on the road back to Xuanmen.
"Is this the grandmaster who wrote a lot of spiritual talismans? I haven't learned how to draw the first one yet!"
"Take your time and you will be able to draw."
With Yuxiang's encouragement, the disciple smiled and nodded.
The first time I went to the soul-inducing channel, I had nightmares one after another during my interrogation at noon, in which I was chased and bitten by evil spirits.
I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up.
Finally, after struggling again and again, the disciple who had taken a nap finally woke up sweating profusely.
"Hmph! The little devil still dares to scare me?"
The disciple ran all the way to the room where he practiced, climbed under the bed, took out a small box, and took out a magic talisman given by Yuxiang when he first entered the room.
The disciple with the magic talisman was satisfied and ran back to the room and lay down on the bed, covering himself with the quilt and holding the magic talisman in his hand.
I have the spiritual talisman of Grandmaster Ancestor. Let’s see if I don’t beat you brats all over the place!
Pooh!
Fight with me?
If he has the ability, he will continue to dream. He must take the Grandmaster's talisman to regain his place today.
He is a direct disciple of Xuanmen, are you still afraid? It is impossible to be afraid, not even in this life.
"Ding, welcome back to the Management Bureau."
After 888 said happily, he rubbed his hands as usual and waited for Dad Dao to give him golden beans.
But after waiting for a long time, there was not a single golden pea.
Daddao, what does it eat?
It took a while for 888 to realize that it had already invested the golden beans in the long term.
After eating the good golden beans, there was no profit, and it was another day of hunger.
Is it too late for it to regret it?
"Ding, the mission is being settled..."
Plane Management Bureau
Male supporting department: Qi Yuan
Rank: 2998
Soul power: 3.5%
Merit: 35000+
Props: none
Skill title: Light of Science and Technology, Leave a Name in the History, Pioneer of the Era, and Guide.
Faith value: World Messenger (2).
Qi Yuan looked at the message and didn't even bother to click.
Anyway, there is no ranking upgrade, and a wave of merit is lost, so that's it.
A waste of expression.
