Rise of Qinglian

Wang Mingren sighed softly and flew towards the distance.

Lu Yuhuan walked into a cave, preparing to use the Yang Yang technique to resurrect Chen Yang.

As far as Wang Mingren knows, there are many spells for bringing the dead back to life, but they have many restrictions and have major drawbacks. Resurrection and Yang Resurrection are the two most well-known ones. Resurrection involves the attributes of the spiritual root, the time of birth, and death. time, whether there was any grievance, etc., if there is even the slightest error, the spell will fail.

The requirements for returning the sun are even more stringent. The caster's cultivation level can only be higher than that of the person being cast. The higher the cultivation level of the person being cast, the lower the success rate. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, the caster will fall into a great state.

The technique of reviving the soul requires the soul to be intact. Chen Yang has been dead for many years, and the soul has long been disintegrated. Lu Yuhuan can only use the technique of returning the soul.

Three days later, at three quarters of noon, the Yang Qi is at its peak.

Wang Mingren stood on a high peak and looked into the cave where Lu Yuhuan was.

In the cave, Lu Yuhuan sat cross-legged on the ground, Chen Yang's body was placed on the ground, and nine lotus lanterns were lit to surround them.

"Husband, I must save you. If I can't save you, I will go down and stay with you. We will depend on each other for life and death."

Lu Yuhuan's eyes were firm. She and Chen Yang started at the same time, and Chen Yang took better care of her. The two loved each other and supported each other. They advanced to the Dan Dan stage one after another. On the day of marriage, they both swore at the same time that they would depend on each other for life and death.

After Chen Yang died, Lu Yuhuan lived to kill his enemies. In order to increase the chance of resurrecting Chen Yang, Lu Yuhuan did not hesitate to kowtow and kneel down to her fellow students who admired her. She was willing to work for them for ten years, just to get the Yang Huan Dan. , the contribution points required for Huanyang Pill were too high, and she couldn't save them in ten years.

Her fellow disciples wanted to marry her because of the Yang Huan Dan, so let it go. The other party was repeatedly frivolous, so Lu Yuhuan had no choice but to do nothing. He killed his fellow disciples and took away the Yang Huan Dan.

If given another chance, she would still do it.

She took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a pale golden pill, stuffed it into Chen Yang's mouth, and muttered something.

After a cup of tea, the wind blew violently, the sky and the earth changed color, a huge dark cloud appeared over the island, and the wind blew gusts.

Wang Mingren stood in the distance with a serious look on his face.

Dark clouds covered the entire island, and the entire island was dark and exuded a depressing atmosphere.

Boom!

There was a huge thunder, and silver lightning appeared faintly in the dark clouds. The lightning flashed and the thunder roared, and the wind and clouds rolled back, as if it was the end of the world.

The seawater around the island rolled violently, and the waves splashed several feet high.

A huge thunder sounded, and a thick silver lightning flew out from the dark clouds and struck the cave where Lu Yuhuan was, and countless golden light spots appeared out of thin air.

Wang Mingren's heart tightened, and his eyes showed a bit of worry. To be honest, he hoped that Lu Yuhuan could successfully cast the spell.

Dense golden light spots rushed towards the cave where Lu Yuhuan was located, as if they were being guided by some kind of guidance.

An hour later, the dark clouds rolled, and a dozen thick silver lightning bolts flew out and struck downwards.

More than a dozen rays of silver lightning struck the mountain peak, and huge craters suddenly appeared.

The dark clouds rolled violently and slowly disappeared, and the golden light spots also disappeared.

Wang Mingren turned into a ray of light and flew towards the cave where Lu Yuhuan was.

Lu Yuhuan sat slumped on the ground, holding Chen Yang's body in her arms. Her expression was dull and her breath was weak. All nine lotus lanterns around her were extinguished. Obviously, the spell casting failed.

Lu Yuhuan's cultivation level dropped to the foundation building stage, and it was very difficult to restore it.

Wang Mingren let out a long sigh. The success rate of any spell to bring the dead back to life is not high. Otherwise, the world of immortality would have been in chaos long ago. High-level monks would cast spells to save them when they died.

"Senior Sister Lu, don't be too sad. The success rate of Yang Returning Technique is not high to begin with."

Wang Mingren spoke to comfort him.

Lu Yuhuan howled and hugged Chen Yang's body tightly.

"Husband, we have said that life and death depend on each other. Just wait, I will go down to accompany you right away."

Lu Yuhuan gently touched Chen Yang's body and said to himself.

She turned to look at Wang Mingren, smiled sadly, and said: "Junior brother Wang, thank you. My husband and I have said that life and death depend on each other. Since I can't save him, I will go down to accompany him. Without him, I will live." It’s not interesting, just take my head and return to life! Please accept the property, and I beg you to bury us together, thank you.”

After saying this, she turned her palm over, and a shining red flying sword appeared in her hand, and she moved toward her heart.

"Pfft!"

The red flying sword pierced Lu Yuhuan's heart, and she fell into Chen Yang's arms. Blood flowed out along the flying sword and dyed the ground red.

When Wang Mingren saw this scene, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. After pondering for a while, he took a breath and said to himself: "That's it, I will be willful again."

He took off Lu Yuhuan's storage beads, dug a huge pit, and buried Chen Yang and Lu Yuhuan.

"Senior Brother Chen and Senior Sister Lu, I hope you can still be together in the next life. There is only so much I can do."

Wang Mingren muttered to himself, with a complicated look on his face.

If he took Lu Yuhuan's head back to life, it would be a great achievement. Wang Mingren admired Lu Yuhuan's love for Chen Yang. He couldn't bear to let Lu Yuhuan's body be separated. He hoped that they would still be together in the next life!

After burying Chen Yang and his wife, Wang Mingren turned into a ray of light and walked away through the sky. This time when he came to the South China Sea, he realized a lot. In the past, Ye Lang exposed himself and injured the enemy to avenge the genocide, and later Lu Yuhuan was buried for love. For the sake of family ties and one for love, they are willing to give up their paths.

Is cultivating immortality really just for the sake of immortality?

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Donghuang, Yu State, Tang Family.

Tang Tianyou is four hundred years old this year and has the eighth level of pill formation. The clan members who worship him in the Wanhua Palace rarely come back. Tang Tianyou is the actual helmsman of the Tang family.

In a quiet courtyard, there was a blue stone pavilion. A young woman in her early thirties in a blue skirt was sitting in the stone pavilion. Tang Tianyou stood aside with a respectful expression.

"Little friend Tang, there are still things in the palace. I have to leave. You can take care of yourself. Do you want me to help you bring anything to Senior Sister Tang?"

The young woman in the green skirt spoke calmly.

Tang Tianyou did not dare to neglect. The young woman in green skirt was named Shangguan and her name was Qing. She was a newly promoted Nascent Soul monk in Wanhua Palace. Shangguan Qing and the Yuanying clan members of the Tang family were from the same faction and had close contacts.

"No, thank you, Senior Shangguan, for your kindness."

As soon as Tang Tianyou finished speaking, a rapid scream sounded. Tang Tianyou frowned slightly. Generally speaking, if there was no major incident, the tribe would not disturb him.

"It's okay. Just look at what's going on. If you encounter any trouble that can't be solved, I'll help you deal with it."

Tang Tianyou thanked him, took out the interrogation disk, and typed in a magic formula. A somewhat solemn man's voice suddenly sounded: "Seventh brother, the Wang family's pill-forming monks have come to the door, two ninth-level pill-forming monks."