In the Tuanshan tent, a dozen Western Realm sects gathered together. Outside the tent, the spring light was bright and the sun was like fire, but there was no warmth inside the tent.
In the big tent, there are Madam Hongxing, God of Killing, Five Elders of Jinxiu Blessed Land, Master Tongshan, Taoist Wuchen, Lan Lian, Yuan Shangqing, Yan Zhen, Yan Song, Yan Jin, Mo Rong, Mu Gu, Xuan Zhong, etc.
Wait, wait... The strong men from the various sects in the Western Territory stood on both sides, sitting or standing, all looking at the old man on the right who was almost out of fuel with sad expressions on their faces.
The master of Haoxue Sect, Yu Heng, was seriously injured due to a big battle. He used almost all the healing elixirs and holy medicines, but he still couldn't snatch them out of the gate of hell. At this moment, he has reached the end of his life.
Inside the big tent, there were several relatives and disciples of Yu Heng, weeping and sobbing sadly. Outside the tent, disciples of the Haoxue Sect were kneeling all over the ground, moaning sadly in the soft wind.
"Brother Yu Heng, it's my old age that has caused you trouble..." Mo Rong cried out sadly, unable to hold back his sadness, and burst into tears.
In fact, the Haoxue Sect and the Wanzhangling sect are very far apart, and they do not have close contact with each other. We have only heard each other's names, so there is no friendship at all.
However, the war broke out between the eastern and western realms, and the sects in the western realm were ordered by the ancient barbarians to integrate their forces. Only then did they have the opportunity to get to know each other. Even so, the two of them didn't communicate much on weekdays.
Now because of a battle, Yu Heng and Mo Rong joined forces to fight against the enemy, which is equivalent to a life and death relationship. Yu Heng, a Taoist Zhenzun, an emperor-level master, was seriously injured and was about to part ways forever. Everyone therefore thought
I feel uncomfortable even when I see him, not to mention that Yu Heng gave his precious life for the Western Territory.
"Sect Master Mo, you are serious. There will be no involvement between you and me. This is my destiny." Yu Heng's face was pale and his words were weak, but he resisted not falling asleep and struggled to sit up straight, his eyes falling.
He looked at a few close disciples. He looked at one of them, an old man with gray hair, and then at a few younger disciples. He breathed twice and said, "Lu Yang..."
"Disciple is here..." The white-haired old man named Lu Yang trembled. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at the seat. "Teacher, what are your orders?"
Master Yuheng closed his eyes and took several breaths of air, as if he didn't have the energy to finish the rest of his words, so he forced himself to take a few breaths. After taking a few breaths, he opened his eyes and stretched out his right hand.
His right hand spread out, and a ball of extremely cold ice slowly condensed in the palm of his hand. It was like a whirlpool of wind and snow was formed on the palm of his hand, with a large number of small chips condensing in one place. Finally, in
In his palm, it condensed into a sparkling white ice bead.
This ice bead was the treasure that Yu Heng used to injure Lord Fire Spirit during the previous battle.
After taking out the ice beads, Yu Heng's breathing became heavier. Mo Rong and other sect leaders looked worried, and Lu Yang was even more distressed. When Mo Rong and others saw this, they stopped him and said, "Brother Yu Heng, you are like this
What are you doing?" They were worried about Yu Heng's injuries. Now was not the time to use his divine power. He was already exhausted. If he didn't take good care of himself at this time, he would use his true power rashly, which would be tantamount to committing suicide.
But Yu Heng was not worried at all. Instead, he advised all the sect leaders, "Don't worry about it. I know what my situation is now, and you know it too."
Yu Heng said, coughing, coughing, coughing, and due to exhaustion of effort, his palms were covered with blood.
Everyone was in mourning, but they had no words to respond.
Yu Heng looked at Lu Yang, his heart moved, and he saw a cold current suddenly moving from his arm to the palm of his right hand. The cold current was like a white cold blade, swishing, gently cutting on the ice beads.
After a moment, the surface of the white ice beads flashed with an extremely dazzling brilliance, which made everyone blink twice more before they missed the time of being dazzled by the brilliance.
The next moment, the ice beads slowly floated towards Lu Yang, who was stunned, with big tears rolling down from his eyes. "Teacher, what are you doing here?"
After giving the ice beads to Lu Yang, Yu Heng seemed to have spent his whole life, and all the divine power on his body disappeared. The wrinkles on his face suddenly increased several times, and even his cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken.
, became haggard and without human appearance.
Everyone knew that Yu Heng had reached his last moments, and everyone seemed to feel the same, secretly wiping away tears.
Yu Heng also knew his situation, otherwise, he would not give his personal magic weapon to his most trusted disciple, who is also the great elder of Haoxue Sect.
Yu Heng looked at Lu Yang. From this distance, he could no longer see Lu Yang's appearance clearly, so he laughed at himself and said, "Lu Yang, you are my most proud disciple and the great elder of our sect. From now on,
After that, you will be the master of Chixuezhu..."
"Teacher..." Lu Yang looked at the Chixue Bead in his hand, his voice choked, and his eyes were covered with a thick layer of fog.
"Stop talking, listen to me..." Yu Heng's voice became very low, and he was obviously consuming the last bit of strength in his body and said, "I recognize the master and scold Xue Zhu, you are the master of Haoxue Sect. From now on, Haoxue Sect will be the leader of Haoxue Sect."
I leave it to you. It has been two thousand years since our ancestor Haoxue founded the sect. Although it cannot be said to have a profound foundation, within a few generations, it has become a supreme sect in the nine realms. Lu Yang is the teacher.
I ask you to devote yourself to practice, reach the realm of Daowu as soon as possible, and inherit the mantle of our sect. At the same time, you must cultivate the disciples of our sect with all your heart, select good talents, and cultivate them carefully. In this way, you can either sit in the body, or ascend, or pass on the Haoxue Sect.
, do you understand?”
Yu Heng has obviously reached the last step, and he puts all his effort into every word.
Several disciples of the Haoxue Sect burst into tears, and the people in the big tent were pitiful.
Lu Yang heard the sound, knelt down, straightened his robes, then held the Chixue Bead in both hands, prostrated solemnly, and gave Yu Heng a loud nod.
"Disciple, I will obey my master's orders..."
"Okay, okay..." Yu Heng finally felt relieved when he saw this. Then he looked at Mo Rong, Tongshan, and each of the sect leaders. Finally, he glanced at Mrs. Hongxing meaningfully and said, "How will you do in the future?"
Xuezong, I’ll leave it to you all.”
Although Mo Rong had some objections to Xiaoyue Sect, she admired Yu Heng very much. She sobbed, "Yu Heng, what are you doing? Even if it means seizing the body, you can't just give up."
Hearing this, Yu Heng smiled gratefully and said, "Master Mo's kindness, I understand my situation. I know my situation. I have been severely injured, and my heart and soul have been damaged. Not to mention taking my body, if you let my soul travel at this moment, it will be useless."
It is as difficult as ascending to heaven. I am not willing to accept it, but fate dictates that I can't fight for it. Haha, this journey against heaven still depends on God's face. Everyone, please let me stay by myself for a while."
After Yu Heng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. A few disciples of the Haoxue Sect wanted to step forward, but when they saw Mo Rong, Tongshan helped him sit cross-legged and steady, and wisps of divine power emerged from his Dantian.
As he was practicing, his eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed down.
"Everyone, please go out..." Mrs. Hongxing sighed quietly and left the tent sadly.
Then one by one the sect leaders withdrew, and in the end, only Lu Yang remained. Only the master and disciple remained in the military camp tent.
Outside the tent, the atmosphere was dull and oppressive. I don’t know how long it had passed before a ray of spiritual light suddenly surged from the tent and appeared above the sky. The spiritual light was like a beam of light, thick at the top and narrow at the bottom. There was a cold feeling around it.
The snowflakes were swaying, sparse, and falling. Slowly, a huge figure emerged from the beam of light.
The figure is an old man sitting down. He is dressed in white clothes, with a fairy-like air, and a holy white light surrounds him, highlighting his kind and peaceful facial features.
"The sect leader has passed away..."
Seeing the old man in the beam of light, tens of thousands of disciples of the Haoxue Sect outside the big tent collectively let out a cry of grief that shocked the heavens and earth. They all knelt on the ground and worshiped toward the sky.
Under the Tuan Mountain, there was a mournful crowd. Looking at the real Yu Heng in the white light, even the sect leaders of each sect, the elders in the sect and other high-level figures inevitably bowed to the sky.
Show everyone's respect, and at this moment, even the Jinxiu Five Elders, who have great backgrounds, are standing there quietly, with their hands clasped on their chests, and bowing deeply.
The leader of the Haoxue Sect, Master Yu Heng, passed away.
Yu Heng's death shocked all the sects in the Western Territory. This was completely different from those monks who also shed blood and died in the Western Territory, because if Yu Heng had not died on Tuan Mountain, in front of all the strong men in the Western Territory, he would have died on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, maybe everyone would not feel it so deeply.
But Yu Heng came back alive, and he died in front of everyone. He explained his funeral affairs in front of the heads of the sects in the Western Region, which meant that he left the human affairs without regrets. But it was this kind of death that made everyone
Those who saw it deeply realized the insignificance of being a human being, or even a monk.
In this great world, there are strong people like Lin, and strong people like Yu Heng, who don't have the means to reach the heaven and the earth, but even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you still can't escape death, so what's the point of practicing for so many years?
What to use?
As soon as Yu Heng died, the atmosphere of the Western Alliance Army seemed to have dropped to the bottom, and the people of all the major heavenly sects were dejected and speechless.
When the crowd gradually dispersed, someone suddenly ran over and stood behind Madam Hongxing and said, "Madam, there is news from Overlord City that the Nine-Winged Saint Lord has died."
Whoosh!
After these words were spoken, the sect leaders of each sect turned their heads at the same time, with their bloodshot eyes filled with surprise, confusion, relief, and happiness, all showing different expressions.
Yuan Shangqing snorted coldly and said, "Brother Yu Heng died. A nine-winged saint died in the east. They didn't take advantage of this battle. They deserved it."
"That's not all thanks to Xiang Lao..." Only then did everyone bow to Xiang Rong.
But Xiang Rong had no expression on his face and said without any hesitation, "It has nothing to do with the old man. This is the credit of Hongxing Sect Master."
"..." Everyone was silent when they heard the sound.