There is a mountain range in the eastern part of the Morro continent far away from this jungle. This mountain range is very strange. It does not meander like a dragon, but is connected in a circle.

In this crater, there is a huge basin.

The basin's attics are everywhere, and the night is brightly lit, but at this moment, there is a sad atmosphere, which is permeated in the basin. It seems that even the rain cannot suppress the sorrow, and even the thunder and lightning in the sky cannot dissipate the sorrow at all.

In the mountains outside this basin, eight huge pillars of ten feet thick scattered in eight directions, and the distance between them is no different at all. They are like growing on a mountain range, slanting towards the sky.

About ten feet away from the lower basin, these eight stone pillars are connected to a huge Taoist temple. From a distance, the ancient Taoist temple is supported by these eight stone pillars and hung in the air.

In addition to being majestic, this Taoist temple is very ordinary and full of simplicity, but in this simplicity, it contains majesty and covers the earth. At this moment, when the rain suddenly accelerates, waves of bells echo in the crater.

The bell sounded solemnly, and when it rang, it broke through the rain and replaced the thunder, but it made the basin below stronger, and even cried faintly.

In the basin, countless monks walked out of the attics, men, women, young and old, wearing Taoist robes, regardless of the rain falling on their bodies, wet their hair and did not use any magical powers. With sorrow, they silently looked at the Taoist temple above, letting the rain fall on their faces, and the tears on their eyes flow down their cheeks.

In the Taoist temple above the basin, an old man with Taoist robe sat cross-legged. The old man looked kind and kind, but at this moment, his face was pale and bloodless, and he sat there quietly with a calm expression.

Four people kneeled in front of him. These four people, three men and one woman, except for one man and one woman, the remaining two were old men and one woman.

They knelt there, with a sad look, but the respect between their eyebrows was a little bit too much. Especially the woman, the woman was very beautiful and had a sense of perseverance. However, at this moment, she bit her lower lip, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, falling on the ground, wetting the ground.

"The time for being a teacher is approaching, and you don't need to be too sad... We practitioners of Taoism will eventually have this day... After being a teacher leaves, Guiyuan Sect will fall on the shoulders of you four..." The old man said slowly with kind eyes and reluctance.

"Master!" The woman burst into tears. Looking at the elder in front of her, memories emerged in her mind.

The other three people looked even more sad.

"It's a pity that my cultivation has never entered the Shattered Nirvana. Otherwise, the eighth-level Lingyuan Sect and his rank would not have been sucked away by the main sect's people and ended up like this." The old man shook his head, with a look of unwillingness, but more of it was helpless.

"Master, the Zi Dao Sect set up a formation in my Moro Continent and secretly entered the Alliance Star Domain. Why didn't the main sect come back after coming back? "The middle-aged man among the four clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

The old man in Taoism was silent, his face became paler, and a sense of death lingered around him. He slowly said, "The main sect is like this, I guess it must have a deep meaning. You should not think about it anymore... If you are unwilling to accept it, when the main sect competition in a hundred years later, I will let my Guiyuan Sect escape from the last place for thousands of years, and be a teacher, and you will be smiling in the sky."

The four of them were silent, with bitterness on their faces. The sect competition once a thousand years was a grand ceremony in the Yunhai Star Domain. At that time, all sects in the entire Yunhai will participate. However, this ceremony, if they return to the Yuan Sect, they will become the last place every time and will never soar into the sky.

The old man in Taoist robe was even more deadly at this moment. He took a deep breath, looked at the rain outside the Taoist temple like a curtain, and raised his dry right hand. This hand was not like this a few months ago, but now it seemed that half of all the flesh and blood inside had been sucked dry, like a skeleton.

Seeing the old man's hand, the woman was crying more among the four kneeling people, while the other three clenched their fists hard, almost gritting their teeth.

The old man in Taoist robe did not look at his right hand, but waved his void. Immediately, a storage crack appeared in front of him. The storage crack was purple-red in color. As soon as it appeared, a terrifying aura suddenly came from it.

Immediately afterwards, a purple-black giant python slowly poked out its head. The giant python's head was several feet in size. When it appeared in this temple, a pressure immediately spread.

However, the giant python looked a little tired, and the head protruded from the crack surrounded the old man in Taoism, and his eyes also felt sad and reluctant. The core touched the old man.

"After I die, this fifth-level purple-eyed python is the beast that I, Guiyuan Sect, is... I'm very happy to treat it..." The old man's face was no longer pale at this moment, but had a strange rosy feel, and his spirit suddenly became excited. However, this excitement was like a return to the sky, and the deadline was approaching.

"Now, let my master use his last trace of vitality to use the magic method of selecting spirits, and select a son who is accompanying spirits for me, Guiyuan Sect... I remember that in the past, my master was chosen by your ancestors... At that time, I was just a young man in the mountain village." The old man showed a smile of recollection on his face, and he clasped his hands and silently closed his eyes.

The four people in front of him looked at the old man sadly. They knew that if the heads of Guiyuan Sect had not died in a foreign land, any Guixu would burn everything at the last moment of their lives and use the Guiyuan Sect's Ze Ling Dafa to select the next few hundred and thousands of years. On this Morro Continent, those who have great help to Guiyuan Sect will appear.

This magical power is extremely mysterious, and no one can explain the principle clearly. Even the old man in Taoism could not figure it out. He just knew that this Ze Ling Dao has been passed down for a long time.

This magical power is not successful every time. In fact, over the past countless years, the heads of Guiyuan Sect have successfully used this technique before their death only twice... the rest are all failures, indicating that at that moment, there were no people who meet the conditions on the Morrow Continent.

The last trace of vitality and soul burned in the old man with Taoist robe. At this moment, his body also had a blue flame and gradually disappeared in front of his four disciples.

In this process, his spiritual consciousness, which was unprecedentedly clear and clear, seemed to be vaguely exposed to some mysterious rule. Under these rules, his spiritual consciousness spread throughout the Morro Continent, looking for the son of his companion.

After searching again and again, but in the end, there was no sign of finding the son of the spirit. He sighed softly, and the old man in Taoist robe understood that the great method of Ze Ling had not succeeded.

At this moment, his body in the Taoist temple was burning with the burning of the blue flames, and it was about to completely disappear.

But at this moment, his Kongming spiritual consciousness suddenly noticed a ray of light in the rainy night in the jungle in the northern part of the Morro Continent. The reason for paying attention to this jungle was because it was the teleportation array leading to the Alliance Star Domain.

He clearly saw that the teleportation array lit up in the jungle. At the same time, a white figure slowly appeared in the light. A head of white hair in the night seemed to tremble in the moment when it floated. What was even more obvious was that the roaring thunder dissipated like fearing this person.

"This...he..." The Taoist robe's old man's spiritual sense fluctuated violently. His spiritual sense was clear at this moment, and he had never made any clear reason. When he saw him, the young man in white, he suddenly had a terrible guess.

This person is not a monk from Yunhai!!

At this moment, the young man in white raised his head and glanced at the sky coldly. With this glance, thunder suddenly rose and retreated with a loud bang. The old man in Taoism was shocked, and the gaze of the young man in white actually made him feel shocked, especially at this moment when he was in the Ze Ling Dao Dao, which merged with some mysterious rules between heaven and earth. It seemed that he had seen countless wronged souls surrounding the young man in white. There were too many of these wronged souls, densely shaking the earth, staring at the young man in white with hatred, but he did not dare to approach.

These are the people who died in Wang Lin’s hands in his life!

An extreme crisis instantly enveloped the old man in Taoism. He frantically retracted his spiritual sense and wanted to tell his disciples the news as soon as possible, to let his disciples escape immediately, and immediately notify the main sect of the news!

The old man, who was almost burning in the Taoist temple, suddenly opened his eyes! This sudden action immediately made the four people in front of him look up.

"Northern..." He had only had time to say these two words. As the deadline approached, the soul collapsed, and the spiritual consciousness turned into nothingness, and all the traces in this world disappeared.

With strong reluctance and crazy struggle, the old man yelled out two words again as he disappeared.

"Grey hair..."

The four of them stared blankly at the front. Their master left, but the four words before leaving made them remember them firmly, although for some reason, the final look of the master was shocked.

In Guiyuan Sect, the bell echoed, and the crying sounds in the basin dispersed with the bell, with sorrow, reluctance, confusion and hesitation...

"All the disciples of Guiyuan Sect go to the north of Morro to find all those with qualifications to practice Taoism, regardless of age, especially... gray hair!"

In the jungle in the northern part of the Morro Continent, Wang Lin retracted his eyes toward the sky, and the rain fell on him, wetting the snow brought by his clothes in the Alliance Star Field, turning into snow water and leaving behind his clothes. As Wang Lin walked slowly forward, he landed on the ground in this foreign land...

The snow of the alliance, the rain of the sea of ​​clouds, at this moment, no distinction between each other...
Chapter completed!