Those monks who died in this catastrophe came from all directions, dense transparent souls covered the entire sky, and their expressions were fixed at the moment before death, some in pain, some hideous, and everyone's injuries were shocking.

Among these people, some are relatives and friends of the monks who come to participate in the festival, some are brothers of the same sect, some have made a great reputation during their lifetimes, and some are also favored, loved and admired by those around them.

However, because of this catastrophe, they lost their lives, were overwhelmed by thousands of red dust, and the immortal road was never lost.

The grief spread silently, and countless people were concerned and wept in grief.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, and the mountains and rivers are separated by the road of life and death.

Xiao Shengkong is nowhere to be seen, the sword is broken and the autumn frost falls, and the immortal name has fallen into dust and earth.

And those Wan Hu monks all lowered their heads and sat still uncomfortably under this kind of scene.

The phantom of the big ship on the sea gradually solidified, and the whole body was made of Xuanmu that had been tempered by the years and looked heavy, and it was steadily moored on the sea, and the souls of the dead turned into streamers and flew into the cabin.

On the bow of the boat, Liu Qinghuan's standing figure looks tall and mysterious, making people feel unreachable, but also awe-inspiring.

Even people of the same rank, such as Hua Songzi of the Immortal League, and those sent by the major sects of Wan Hu to watch the ceremony, including Chong Yi and others from the Taiqing Sect, looked at him with a little scrutiny.

I don't know how long it took for the mighty army of dead souls to slowly shrink, and the thick ink-like sea water swelled up, and the sound of the waves was fierce, as if playing a heroic and pathetic farewell song, as the big ship gradually disappeared, and the aftermath gradually whimpered, and it lasted for a long time.

The deceased is like a husband, and the past cannot be traced. The dead have returned, but the still alive still have to struggle to survive in the treacherous world, and no matter how great the grief is, it will slowly fall silent, and the festival has finally come to an end.

After the last one entered the boat, the dense dark clouds in the sky cracked a crack, and a pillar of golden light descended straight down and landed on the big boat and Liu Qinghuan!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden and shocking scene, those low-level monks only opened their mouths for unknown reasons, and the altar under the Sansang Wood was all sitting on the altar of the empty level, but a small hurricane rolled up.

The moment the golden light fell, several whispers sounded here, and a few people suddenly stood up!

"Golden Light of Merit!"

Chunli Zhenren, who had been looking at this festival as a bystander, was also discolored at this time, and his face was full of surprise.

Lan Yi and Sweeping Dust glanced at each other, and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

Xue Yi next to him raised his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice: "Haha, it's really yours!"

"That's the golden light of merit?!" someone shouted: "Just a few souls of the dead, and let the Heavenly Dao send down the golden light of merit for him? Merit is so easy to earn now?"

"What are you talking about! How many souls are superdu? It's almost a fucking overdue......"

Jingjue approached Yun Zheng suspiciously, and whispered, "Why are they so surprised?"

Yun Zheng wanted to roll his eyes at him, but because of indecency, he held back.

"You monk don't want to say cool things! But not everyone is like you, even an ant has to be rescued when he is injured, of course he doesn't feel that merit is difficult to earn, and more people can only hope to accumulate merit if they do great good. What's more, Qing Huan is a golden light of merit directly descended from the Heavenly Dao, haha, this is too face-saving!"

His volume was not low, and many people heard this, but they all showed expressions of disapproval.

Is this a matter of face? Is this a matter of ascension to immortals?

The so-called merit is not an illusory and useless reputation for mortals who have seen the immortal realm from afar, but it has tangible benefits.

When a monk cultivates to the Mahayana realm, he has to ascend to the immortal tribulation, and the ascension immortal tribulation has a total of nine folds, and one is more powerful than the other.

Therefore, there is a saying that "the avenue is easy to repair, and the immortal tribulation is difficult to cross", and the horror of the immortal tribulation can be seen.

However, it is said that if you can earn more merits, when you reach the Mahayana level and ascend to the immortal tribulation, the invisible and untouchable merits can play a big role, and have the effect of weakening the power of the heavenly tribulation.

At this time, the empty rank monks all looked at Liu Qinghuan with envy, wishing that the person bathed in the light of merit was himself, but Liu Qinghuan himself didn't feel anything, only felt that this was a reward from Heavenly Dao because he exercised the extradition duty.

The golden light gradually dissipated, Liu Qinghuan put away the wooden boat, looked down, and saw that all the young or old faces were looking up at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to give an order, even if he went to the soup and fire, he would do it immediately.

Liu Qinghuan only waved his hand: "Let's go, cultivate and live well." Only by being strong can we stay away from fear and live forever. As for those blood debts and hatred ......"

He swept over the corner where Wan Hu's people were, and without saying any more, he walked down the altar and came to a person.

"Hong Li Daoyou, why are you here? I heard that you are seriously injured, why don't you stay in the Shaoyang Sect to recuperate?"

The person who came, it was Hong Li Zhenjun of the Shaoyang Sect, I saw that he was dressed in a plain robe, his face was covered with dust and frost, and his appearance looked much older than in the past, but the aura he faintly released was very strong, and he did not look like a seriously injured person at all.

Liu Qinghuan said in surprise: "You are about to break through to the Merge Realm!"

Hong Li arched his hand at him and said: "Yes, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, this time our faction suffered a great blow, and when I was fighting with the enemy, I suddenly had an epiphany, and I touched the threshold of the merger, and I only needed to go through the Dao Tribulation to break through the realm." ”

"Okay!" Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be a little excited, and said: "Then I will first wish Daoyou a smooth merger, and the Jinyang merger period as soon as possible!

However, Hong Li didn't see the slightest joy in his expression, and just thanked him flatly.

Liu Qinghuan's mind changed, the Shaoyang faction suffered a big blow in this Demon Sect invasion, and it was no wonder that Hong Li couldn't be happy.

"What is the current situation of your sect, are you okay if you leave?" I heard that Zhenji Daoist was also injured, Wuqi Daoist ......"

"Thank you for your concern, before I went out, I had arranged the door, and Uncle Zhenji was awake, with her in charge, it would be fine. Hong Lidao, his calm face showed a hint of flaw, and after a pause, he said again: "As for my senior brother, he has already passed away." ”

Liu Qinghuan sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but be gloomy. Although he and Wuqi did not have a deep friendship, they had many contacts because of the sect, but they did not expect the other party to fall.

Hong Li Zhenjun quickly put away his exposed emotions and said, "You sent a message before, saying that you will negotiate with the Wanhu Realm after the Great Sacrifice, so I naturally have to rush here and settle the revenge with them for the destruction of the sect and the killing of the sect!"

He squinted at Wan Hu's people waiting on the other side, and said in a low voice, "Do you have any handle in your hand that can make Wan Hu's people soften?"

Otherwise, with the current strength of the Yunmengze Immortal Cultivation Realm, there are no conditions for negotiating with the huge Wanhu Realm at all.

Liu Qinghuan groaned, but said: "I don't have any handle in my hands, it's just to take advantage of the situation and then divide and dissolve." At that time, you just need to watch, and you don't have to restrain your temper, you can scold whenever you want, and you can express your wishes. ”