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Song Qianji said that your Huaweizong's own affairs should be resolved internally, and I am too lazy to take care of them.

The next moment behind him appeared the ghostly shadows of the mighty ghosts of the great masters of all dynasties since the establishment of the Huawei Sect.

It seems that a glorious ancestral hall rises slowly, occupying half of the night sky.

Back then, Huawei Sect sacrificed the "Huawei Floating City" and the remnant souls of their ancestors to deal with Song Qianji, thinking that nothing would go wrong.

This was the worst move they ever made.In the end, the remnant soul did not return, the sect was severely injured by Xian Jianchen's sword energy and the gate was closed.

Yuan Qingshi, who presided over the formation, will never forget the horror of being chased and killed by Song Qianji in the dead city with a sword.

A steady stream of black remnant souls rushed in like a tide, and the overwhelming death energy surrounded the man, but the man devoured the death energy and broke through the encirclement time and time again.It seems that there are [-] lives, and no one can die.

Although Song Qianji didn't kill him and let him go back to spread the word, the shadow of this matter was in his heart, which stimulated him to forge ahead and practice diligently day and night.

He thought that enough time had passed, that he had worked hard enough and reborn himself, and that he would never be afraid or shaken when he met this person again.

Until tonight, Song Qianji appeared without warning and sacrificed the remnants of the sky.

Yuan Qingshi seemed to have returned to that hell and dead city, shrouded in the shadow of death, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.

Could it be that the fear of Song Qianji will accompany him for the rest of his life?

Everyone in Huawei Sect was dripping with cold sweat and hurriedly saluted: "Grand Master!"

"Master!"

"Grand Master!"

There are more seniors who don't know how to call them, who have only seen in historical portraits, shouting at the traitors aggressively.

Zhao Taiji, who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the seven elders got up and looked at each other in shock.

The remnant soul that was used to kill Song Qianji before, but it didn't fly away, was actually taken by him for his own use.

They couldn't guess that Song Qian's body was in the realm, and they only thought that Xian Jianchen had given his apprentice some secret treasure to purify the dead energy and warm up the remnant soul.

"These two masters and apprentices are very scheming, I'm afraid they have already expected today, otherwise who would bother to support the souls of other ancestors?"

However, the disciples of "Xiaohua Weizong" are still young, and their thinking is divergent, so they can't help but look happy:

"Could it be that King Qianqu can use Yin soldiers to communicate with ghosts and gods?"

"King Qianqu invoked his soul and borrowed Yin soldiers, are we saved this time?"

They knew that Chen Hongzhu didn't want to meet with the same sect at all, and they were prepared to forcefully break through tonight and pay a tragic price, but they didn't expect Song Qianji to come out of the precipice.

Zhao Taiji stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Qianji fiercely: "My ancestors, this thief has a deep scheming mind——"

"Shut up!" Pingyuan real person shouted, "is it your turn to speak here?"

The painful memory of being reprimanded and punished by the master at the beginning of entering the Tao was instantly awakened, and Zhao Taiji saluted subconsciously: "Yes, master!"

But the real Pingyuan is just a phantom, floating behind Song Qianji.

Zhao Taiji realized that he was saluting Song Qianji, his face was green and pale.

"Miss Chen, come forward." Master Shaan Tian calmed down and waved to the crowd.

Chen Hongzhu was stunned: "Me?"

She was also in shock, subconsciously looking at the person who just didn't want to face him.

"Go ahead." Song Qianji said, "They chose you."

Chen Hongzhu passed Song Qianji and stood in front of the Huawei Sect, facing the phantoms all over the sky.

Confronting each other, she described herself as embarrassed. In this situation, she didn't want Song Qianji to show up.

But only Song Qianji can do this.

The remnant souls were like crystal sculptures under the moonlight, looking at her majestically and lovingly.

"I am the founder of Huawei Sect, the real person Huawei." The voice of the real person Huawei at the top slowed down.

"I have met the founder of the mountain." Chen Hongzhu saluted.

"I pass on to you the 'Huawei True Seal' tonight. From today on, you are Huawei's orthodox! With this, Xu Ru will enter the ancestral hall, open the treasure book, remove the traitors, and clear the sect!"

Daoist Hua Wei stretched out a finger, and a little farther away, a white light like a firefly flew out.

All the gods and souls stretched out their hands together:

"From today onwards, Chen Hongzhu, the daughter of the 68th generation master, is the orthodox of Huawei!"

The words "Huawei Orthodox" echoed in the mountains.

A little bit of firefly, like a faint starlight illuminating the night, will eventually converge into a torrential river!

The river of light hangs in the night sky, flowing over the heads of everyone in Huawei, just like the glorious reappearance of the past, how can it not be exciting.

Guanghe rushed towards Chen Hongzhu, and entered between her eyebrows.

Chen Hongzhu was shocked.

Everyone was stunned and silent.

The "Huawei True Token" is in the hands of the sect leader, who can control the formation of Huawei Sect, and it is a symbol of status.

The "Hua Wei Yin" is the imprint deep in the soul, representing the approval of the great powers of the past dynasties.

Chen Hongzhu opened his eyes, and there was a red mark on his smooth forehead, which was shaped like a water chestnut flower, and also like the flame of a candle wick, faintly glowing.

"Huawei India" has been completed.

After a long night, this red candle was finally lit.

The river of light dissipated, and the phantom became more ethereal, as if about to be blown away by the mountain wind.

They looked at her with nostalgia, as if they were looking at an unseen future.

Chen Hongzhu blinked, with tears in his eyes, and said loudly:

"Respectfully invite the ancestor to go back—"

Everyone in Huawei Sect saluted behind her and said in unison:

"Respectfully invite the ancestor to go back—"

The night wind howled, and Lin Tao rolled, like an elegy for heaven and earth.

Song Qianji finally turned around and looked into the air.

Zhao Taiji calmed down, and made a respectful gesture to Xu Ying, but regretted it in his heart:

"This is a remnant soul, supported by dead energy. After the dead energy is purified, it will inevitably be weak. How many magical powers can be left behind? Hey, we shouldn't be afraid of them. Now it's too late for Chen Hongzhu to successfully obtain the Huawei Seal .”

"The soul is determined to be a ghost! The old man has gone!" Pingyuan Daoist laughed loudly.

"Song boy, you are entangled in common affairs in the secret realm, why not go home and farm." Zhentian said.

After all, it collapsed into the sky and the earth.

One by one, the souls collapsed, like fireworks blooming and shooting stars passing by.

The gorgeous but short-lived brilliance illuminates faces of all ages, young or old.

They should have been haunted by death, as weapons without sanity consciousness, dissipated in Huawei Floating City.

But he works in Song Qianji's realm, leaving the classics he has learned all his life in Qianqu in exchange for the sunshine and breeze in the wheat field.

Song Qianji is a bad landlord who oppresses the souls of migrant workers, and they are uninvited evil guests.

But under the same roof, when the bad guest said goodbye, the scene was still sad.

Everyone in Huawei Sect had complex expressions, only Song Qianji watched them silently and bid farewell silently.

The stars will fall, the sun will go out, and all things loved and hated will be lost.

There is no immortal man, no eternal glory.

Everything, small or great, will eventually sink into the rolling river of time and turn into a grain of sand at the bottom of the river.

"They are all gone, and my time is coming soon." Huawei real person said, "We met for the first time, and you said to me, 'Why should a dead person stay in the world'. You are right... It's a pity that everything is empty after death, and I can't bear to be entangled in the world."

The powerful man who had been glorious for a while, did not want to hide in the realm of the younger generation to live a peaceful life, and used his last strength to choose the future of the sect.

Only he, the oldest and strongest man, was left lying in the quiet wheat field, falling into a deep sleep.

Chen Hongzhu said loudly: "From today onwards, I am orthodox for the Huawei Sect!"

Her voice was firm, like a young eagle soaring into the sky.

From then on, she enjoys the highest power in the Huawei Ancestral Hall, except for the head of "Huawei Ling", no one can surpass her status.

Zhao Taiji was extremely angry, but he knew that the situation was over.With the word orthodox, Chen Hongzhu and "Xiaohua Weizong" can no longer be suppressed.

It was Song Qianji again.

It's him again.

Song Qianji didn't have time to look at everyone's expressions. For him, this matter was over.

He walked forward, ready to leave here.

The disciples of "Xiaohua Weizong" spontaneously made way for him, opened their eyes wide, and looked at King Qianqu with attachment and admiration.

Chen Hongzhu caught up and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Although I don't know where the ancestor's soul lives, it seems that without Song Qianji's consent, he couldn't show up.

Song Qianji nodded: "No thanks."

The eyes of the people around were burning, waiting for them to say something more, but the two of them didn't say a word.

Just pass by.