The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Ning Yue was distracted for only a moment, then she realized instantly that the other party was the Kaitian Master who left the three words "Zhenmo Pass" - Lu Wu.

So is the dream of life that I am experiencing the past of my predecessors?

Or is it the same choice she made after losing her memory?

She clasped her fists and bowed, saying respectfully: "Senior, the world is at peace."

"But..." She paused and continued.

“…Demons are rampant, and overseas evil is brewing. This is indeed a turbulent time.”

"Turnous Autumn..." The figure stood in front of Ning Yue, muttering this sentence, as if he remembered something in his heart, feeling a little melancholy.

"What year and month is it now?"

"The Post-Immortal Calendar is 17,900 years old, which is 4,300 years away from your time." Ning Yue told the truth.

"It has been more than four thousand years..." Lu Wu sighed for a moment.

I feel that time is merciless, covering the mountains and rivers with wind and frost.

Riding on the flowing water for thousands of years, looking back at the desolate place in a dream.

"Well...well, it means that the cultivators in our world are thriving and have survived the three demonic disasters." He changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly relieved, and then he looked at Ning Yue, with even more satisfaction in his eyes.

With such talented people in this world, there is no need to worry about evil disasters in the world.

"Are you the disciple of the Immortal King?" Looking at the familiar Zhidao Li, he blurted out the Ningyue Sect.

"I am Ning Yue, the 772nd generation disciple of Hengyang Mountain, the Immortal of the Immortal Realm." She looked at the other person calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"I have a connection with the Immortal King. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Fanli is still alive?" Lu Wu thought of the strange old child, and his tone sounded familiar.

Ning Yue frowned. She had some impression of Venerable Fanli but couldn't remember who he was for a moment. After going over the name in her mind several times, she finally got a glimmer of inspiration.

It seems that the elusive sect leader is the one with the Taoist name Fanli. I wonder if he is the person the senior is asking about.

"The current leader of the Wangxian sect is Venerable Fanli. I wonder if he is the person you are looking for?"

"Sect Master? He actually became the Sect Master?!" Lu Wu's tone was full of surprise, teasing towards his old friend, and even a hint of pride, "I didn't expect that the old guy is still alive."

"Would you mind giving him a message for me?"

"Senior, please speak!"

"Just say, 'Old kid, I've figured out a way to deal with you. I'll let the successor demonstrate it to you!'" Lu Wu's eyes gleamed for a moment, and he reached out and put his hand on Ning Yue's arm.

Ning Yue was subconsciously startled and wanted to break free but was powerless until she realized that the other party was passing on the inheritance to her.

With respect in her eyes, she began to digest with all her heart and soul this improved sword technique that had been deduced over four thousand years by the Venerable Kaitian, who had struggled alone in the monstrous sword energy, using his broken spiritual consciousness.

The great way is simple. After thousands of years of deduction, only the 808-word sword technique secret "The Great Way to Heaven" is left.

Ning Yue immersed herself in the sea of ​​swords and glimpsed a little firefly light above the endless abyss. That was the end of the road!

There is no land, there is no land, the sky is opened to make a road!

"Little disciple! Since ancient times, cultivators have not worshipped two masters... Can you call me sir?" Lu Wuxu's illusory voice came from all directions. He did not leave any trace of his appearance or voice characteristics, but engraved them deeply into Ning Yue's heart in the form of a sword.

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge and resolves doubts!

"Disciple Ning Yue! Thank you, sir, for teaching!!!" The pressure on Ning Yue dissipated, she opened her eyes that were as bright as swords, and looked at the three words "Zhenmo Pass" on the wall as the sword energy gradually dissipated.

His whole body was filled with powerful aura as he drew out his natal spiritual sword.

Many cultivators around were frightened by her aura, and as the sword energy dissipated, their minds were in chaos for a while.

"Why did the sword energy dissipate?!"

"Yes, it has dispersed! There have been no problems for thousands of years, why did it disappear today?"

"Someone took away the inheritance!?"

“Who?!”

"Which little thief dares?!"

"..."

Countless pairs of eyes scanned the area and then settled on Ning Yue. How could a cultivator who had been observing for countless years not recognize that unstoppable aura?

"It's her?! A golden elixir?"

"Little thief, hand over the inheritance left by the Sword Master. This belongs to the Demon Suppression Pass!"

"and many more!"

"Didn't you see just now that this disciple was leaning against a big Buddha. The figure of the powerful person who transcended the tribulation personally chose the place for her!"

“……” The people around were silent.

"Can…"

"There are seven people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage known to the world from the five major sects, three of whom are Delusion Immortals. And the only one who can have such momentum... is that one..."

"Which one?"

"That's the one..." The person who spoke made a killing gesture towards his neck.

There was deathly silence all around.

If it was that person, there would be not enough people present for her to kill. Many people shook off the dust on their bodies as they sat cross-legged, stood up and stepped aside.

You can tell at first glance that he is a future rising star. If we don’t make enemies with him, who knows, we might even become good friends with him?

Ning Yue ignored the discussions around her and flicked her wrist lightly. The sharp edge of the sword cut a thin and deep abyss in the ground.

She raised her sword and slashed towards the lower right side of the three words "Zhenmo Pass". The sword was sharp, chopping off the flying rocks and dirt, and the rocks hit the air.

The majestic and unstoppable sword energy left dozens of strokes, and the two words "Lu Wu" were carved on it, leaving a name on this Guan plaque that had not changed for a thousand years!

Perhaps no one will visualize those three words again from now on, but anyone who has come here and seen them should know that they are the Venerable Kaitian Lu Wusuoliu.

She retracted her spirit sword, turned around and looked at the people around her, her face indifferent, neither sad nor happy, and she just walked towards the city gate tower as if they were strangers.

There was only a Yuanying stage cultivator guarding it, but now, Ning Yue wanted to try out the sword...

Inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Yu Mian was finally exhausted and about to collapse, his body covered with wounds and he was almost on the verge of death, with his flesh and blood being stripped and eaten away.

A pair of unyielding eyes were still fixed on the demon soul in front of him, and he refused to put down the gun.

Seung-kyung emerged from the shadows and walked toward her.

At that moment, she wanted to give up, thinking that as long as Sheng Qing was there, all problems would be solved.

She always has a way out.

Can……

Yu Mian slapped his chest with one palm to expel the blood stasis. His breath became even weaker, but his eyes regained a moment of brightness.

Sheng Qing has no way out!

She was unwilling to just leave it like this!

Her bones made friction sounds due to the heavy weight. She stood up little by little, used the Glazed Pure Lotus to burn the wound directly to stop the bleeding, and sprinkled medicinal powder on it casually.

She looked at Shengqing stubbornly. It was clear that she could no longer speak, but her eyes conveyed her meaning firmly.

She can still fight.

Just like a trapped beast forced into a corner, an amazing desire to survive burst out from his body, making her forget the pain, and the stubbornness in his eyes was so similar.

Sheng Qing looked through those eyes, as if looking through time, and saw his former self, who was so crazy...

Her originally clear figure faded again.

If this is what Mian'er wants, she will satisfy her to the fullest, even if it means watching her die, she will do it at the moment of her death.

Pull her back!