Heavy rain fell.

Wang Chan looked at Huo Yunjie, then at the middle-aged man in black who had been beheaded. Finally, his eyes fell on the red coffin, and his heart was completely dead.

"If Ling'er is not here, what's the point of my life? What's the use of becoming a disciple? It can't revive Ling'er. My heart has died long ago."

Wang Chan looked at the magic sword beside her.

Clang!

He grabbed the hilt of the sword and placed the magic sword across his neck, intending to destroy his own soul.

But, the next moment, he was frozen.

No matter how much I move, I can't move.

"People cannot be resurrected after death. That is a saying in the mortal world. It does not exist here."

Huo Yunjie murmured.

He has obtained Ye Feng's true biography and mastered many top secret techniques. Resurrecting a hundred-level immortal emperor is not difficult at all. At most, there will be some twists and turns.

"Resurrection, Wang Chan's lover!"

Huo Yunjie made a seal with both hands, and then smashed Zhao Ling'er's coffin with one palm, revealing her true body.

That is a stunningly beautiful woman.

Even if she falls, she is still beautiful and moving.

"The soul is back!"

Huo Yunjie began to cast spells, pouring the surging life source into Zhao Ling'er, awakening her sleeping body, recasting the core of the soul's origin, and absorbing the breath from all directions.

Soon, Zhao Linger recovered.

Rumble!

The thunder in the sky became louder.

This is a catastrophe.

When resurrecting living beings, especially powerful practitioners like Zhao Ling'er, they will suffer disaster.

However, Huo Yunjie didn't panic at all.

He continued to cast spells, and countless life sources poured into Zhao Ling'er's body, making his soul complete, his body full of energy, his laws revived, and he was completely alive.

"Brother Wang Chan!"

Zhao Ling'er had just woken up, and her memory was still stuck on the day she committed suicide. She quickly got up, barefooted, and found Wang Chan holding the magic sword, making a gesture of committing suicide. She quickly shouted and hugged him tightly.

"Alive...Ling'er is alive?!"

Wang Chan discarded the magic sword, held Zhao Ling'er's snow-white and delicate face, and stared straight into his eyes.

"I said you can be resurrected."

Huo Yunjie looked up at the sky.

Because he resurrected Zhao Ling'er, a cultivator in the 100-level Immortal Emperor Realm, he suffered backlash. He had to survive the thunder catastrophe in front of him, so he jumped into the air, grabbed his own divine sword, and slashed it in the air.

Tear it apart!

One sword seemed to split the sky.

The heavy rain just poured down, and the lightning and thunder disappeared in an instant. The sky was blue and cloudless, leaving only a shallow sword mark in the center.

Everyone was crazy when they saw this scene.

This method is too powerful!

At this time, Wang Chan had already passed on everything that had happened before to Zhao Ling'er. Even if she had just woken up, she knew the whole process of what happened today.

"Are you...a god?" Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er both stared in disbelief.

They live in the place where all things originated.

This is a powerful place.

However, it does not mean that everyone has seen those legendary strong men. For example, not everyone can see the Tao Lord Overlord. Many practitioners will be able to look up to the face of Tianzun in their lifetime.

As for the Taojun overlord, it is hard to see.

In the opinion of Wang Chan and Zhao Ling'er, the person who can resurrect the Hundred Level Immortal Emperor at will and kill the Punishing Divine Thunder is at least the legendary Dao Lord Realm overlord.

"immortal?"

Huo Yunjie and the two ladies looked at each other and saw the look of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"What are gods? In my opinion, only those who are omniscient, omnipotent and invincible, such as those at the pinnacle of greatness, are worthy of being called gods. As for us, we can only be regarded as more powerful practitioners."

Huo Yunjie said.

He looked at Wang Chan.

"You know how to use your swordsmanship to protect the ones you love. Your philosophy is the same as mine. So, are you willing to become my teacher?" Huo Yunjie extended the invitation again.

It is hard to find a famous teacher, and it is also hard to find a good disciple.

In Huo Yunjie's opinion, it is too difficult to find a disciple like Wang Chan.

Once you encounter it, you can’t miss it.

"Can I take my senior as my teacher?" Wang Chan hugged Zhao Ling'er tightly in her arms and was overjoyed.

"Of course." Huo Yunjie nodded.

Wang Chan pointed to Zhao Ling'er in her arms and asked Huo Yunjie: "Senior, can she become your disciple?"

"No." Huo Yunjie shook his head.

Wang Chan and Zhao Linger were immediately disappointed.

But Huo Yunjie pointed to Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan beside him and said, "However, my two wives should be able to be your Taoist masters."

"Really?" Wang Chan was surprised.

Zhao Ling'er was also happy, but when she thought of the word "Taoist couple" in Huo Yunjie's mouth, her cheeks turned red and she lowered her head in shyness.

She hasn't come through the door yet!

But no matter what, she was resurrected by Huo Yunjie, reunited with Wang Chan, and stayed together for the rest of her life. She felt as if she had eaten honey, which was very sweet.

"Of course it's true. We went out this time just to recruit disciples. Unfortunately, my requirements for recruiting disciples are quite special. I tested millions of people, but no one met the conditions...until I met you."

Huo Yunjie looked deeply at Wang Chan.

Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan looked at the blushing Zhao Ling'er and said with a smile: "Oh, this little girl is quite beautiful, mainly because she is shy. We like it. It just so happens that we also need to recruit disciples, so you can worship under our couple's door together.

How is it?"

"Disciple Zhao Ling'er, pay homage to the two masters!"

Zhao Ling'er immediately knelt down.

"Disciple Wang Chan, pay homage to Master."

Wang Chan also knelt down and saluted.

"Okay, very good, hahaha, I, Huo Yunjie, have been practicing hard for decades, and now I finally have a disciple."

Huo Yunjie looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Decades?!!"

The people around were all dumbfounded.

That is the strength of the Dao Lord Overlord level, but this person has only been practicing for decades?

is it possible?

They expressed disbelief.

In the Zhao family's mansion.

A second-level Heavenly Lord was sitting on a chair, shivering and not even daring to fart.

This person is the ancestor of the Zhao family.

He had seen the entire process today.

The middle-aged man in black was the housekeeper of the Zhao family under his command. He called him out to send Wang Chan away, but he didn't expect to be killed by the mysterious swordsman in white.

Who is the other party?

There was a "squeak" sound.

The ancestor of the Zhao family with long golden hair stumbled open the door of the mansion and kneeled on the rain-filled street with the direct descendants of the Zhao family.

"Sinner, please forgive me!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family shouted loudly.

Zhao Ling'er looked at the ancestor of the Zhao family, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger, and Wang Chan had a murderous look on her face.
To be continued...