Above the nine heavens, endless rays of glow were suddenly dropped. Between the six peaks of Guizang, the pure spiritual energy slowly rose up and turned into colorful clouds and mists. The clouds and mists rose, condensed into the shapes of birds, animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects. Lifelike birds and beasts wandered among the six peaks of Guizang, and finally even divine beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, turtles, and turtles.

Standing on the six peaks, the monks of Guizang Sword Pavilion and the monks of various sects who came to watch the ceremony felt as if they were suddenly in the pure spiritual energy pool. Without using the mind method, the spiritual energy would automatically penetrate into their bodies.

A large number of middle and low-level cultivators broke through their cultivation at this moment. Although high-level cultivators did not break through the realm, their cultivation was also growing rapidly. Many cultivators who were not careful in practicing and improperly serving the pills in the past were also surprised to find that the stubborn disease that had plagued them for many years had a recovery.

Such methods can be regarded as the fate of heaven and earth. Many people present have seen ascending with their own eyes. Even not long ago, Chengtian Zhenren ascended in the same place, but the vision formed by so many ascensions is not as good as the ones at present. Even the vision formed by the Immortal Mingyuan ascended that year was obviously one level lower than that now.

The sound of heaven is cleared, and fairy music comes from the nine heavens, fairy scatters flowers, and countless petals condensed by the immortal energy.

Song Mingting stood in the air, his eyes swept over his master and others. He practiced in the previous chapter for more than 100 years, and almost all his old friends who were still alive are there at this moment, except for Su Ningshuang. This senior sister Ningshuang never came back until he ascended. If the life card was not intact, the people of Qiu Li and the others would almost suspect that she had encountered an accident.

The fairy energy poured down in the sky, and Song Mingting thought to control the fairy energy. His eyes turned and fell on the real person Ke Ji. Seeing his eyes swept over, he shook his head seriously.

Song Mingting withdrew his gaze and divided the immortal energy into five, and four of them fell on three Yujing Sword Sect cultivators. This was to repay the grace of the Mingyuan immortals back then. With this level of immortal energy initiation, it would be almost a foregone conclusion that these four Yujing Sword Sect masters ascend to the fairy world in the future.

The remaining fairy energy that occupied almost half of all the fairy energy was controlled by Song Mingting and directly poured into the body of Ke Ji Zhenren.

The real person Ke Ji was shocked at first, and then he showed helplessness on his face.

His family knows his family affairs. With his talent, even though the conditions in the sect have improved a lot over the years and have added a large number of precious cultivation materials that are rare in a thousand years, it is the limit to the perfection of the Ming Dynasty. Ascension to the Immortal World is not even aware of it. Even if his disciples give him a small amount of fairy energy, he may not be able to ascend to the Immortal World.

Instead of wasting it, it is better to give it to others and let three more ascension masters in the sect. Moreover, even if he succeeded in ascension as a fairyland in the end, there was only one more ascension master in the sect. Everyone knows which one is better than that.

A true person who restrains himself will be selfless and devotes himself to his master's life, and naturally does not want to "damage" the interests of the sect.

But what he said didn't count.

Song Mingting was determined, regardless of his master's helpless and reproachful eyes, and fully controlled the immortal energy to wash away the body of Ke Ji Zhenren. Before this, he had asked his master for his opinion, and of course his master refused sternly.

Although he no longer mentioned this, he had already made a decision in his heart that he must let his master ascend to the immortal world.

In the dream, his biggest regret was that he failed to save his master and senior brother. Now he was "reborn" once. If the master died of old age in the end, wouldn't it still not change?

If possible, he even hoped to let the second senior brother Chu Kuangge, the fourth junior brother Li Qingque, and the fifth junior brother Wei Kuangyuan ascend, but unfortunately their talents are too far from being able to ascend. Even if the immortal aura he attracted is greater than that of any immortal in the past, it is impossible for several people to ascend to the immortal world together.

So, if nothing unexpected happens, this time it will be the last time he and Chu Kuangge and the others met.

As for the eldest and seventh junior brothers, even if they do not have the body of immortal energy, it is not too difficult to ascend.

Finally, the fairy energy pouring down from the nine heavens began to decrease, and clouds began to appear under Song Mingting's feet.

At this moment, Song Mingting found that the scene in front of him had changed. A huge river of time spanned from ancient times to present, and the rolling river water washed over, reluctant to part day and night. But Song Mingting's expression was very calm, as if he had expected it.

Countless pictures flashed in front of her eyes, and Song Mingting felt a force that crossed time and space, and merged with her Fengge sword energy. A line seemed to appear in the long river of time. Under the guidance of this line of time, Song Mingting's eyes flowed upwards...

The scenes of the past reappeared, and soon came when he woke up at the bottom of the pond.

By the cold pond, the young man Song Mingting was practicing sword in a stern manner.

At this moment, in the cold pool, two mysterious forces intertwined into a star horoscope, and the horoscope slipped out of the gap in time and fell to the bottom of the pool.

On the shore, the young man Song Mingting caught a glimpse of the light flashing in his horoscope and bet on his eyes.

Song Mingting's eyes continued to flow up and soon saw a tortoise shell. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to fall into the hands of the Demon Lord Nirvana who had already transformed into the thirteenth mysterious dragon...

Song Mingting thought, and the power of Fengge's sword energy led another force that had spanned a thousand years to hit the tortoise shell. When the tortoise shell was hit, the track suddenly became cheaper and fell into the hands of another boy, who was Qin Feiyan.

After affecting the trajectory of the tortoise shell, Song Mingting no longer cared about it and continued to go upstream.

Thousands of years passed by, and finally it was frozen on a young sword cultivator. The young sword eyebrows and starry eyes were shining in the sword robe of the head of Guizang Sword Pavilion, and was sitting cross-legged with a sword beside him, which was Guizang Sword.

The young man opened his eyes, his eyes as if they had spanned a thousand years, and he smiled faintly at Song Mingting.

Song Mingting also smiled back.

At this time, another force appeared in the long river of time, leading the power of Fengge's sword energy downstream, and thousands of years passed by again.

Yao Lifeng, a young man with a firm face and a bit of desolate eyebrows was practicing Yao Li Jianzhi.

At this time, the power of Fengge's sword energy intertwined with another force, and turned into a horoscope that was quite different from the star horoscope. The horoscope appeared in a mountain rock, and the young man who practiced the sword seemed to have some awareness and his eyes turned.

Soon, the picture disappeared, and Song Mingting's eyes continued to flow downstream, and finally fell on a young man. The youth's face was seventy-sixth-particularly the young man who practiced the sword technique, which was obviously when he grew up.

The young man sensed Song Mingting's gaze, and a sincere smile appeared on his deep and serious face. Beside the young man, the blue-gray sword energy turned into a dragon's shape, and the dragon's roar seemed to have penetrated thousands of years.

"Long time no see, sixth junior brother."
Chapter completed!