The darkness will pass and the dawn will dawn.

However, the vast majority of people died in the deepest darkness before dawn, with no hope or future in their eyes, only a struggle or dead despair.

Human beings are very subjective creatures, sighing at the gaps in the white horses, and complaining about the excessive days like years, and Mo Tianwei is no exception.

The pain caused by the invasion of the source power of the alien avenue made the time very long, and she looked forward to the end of the next moment every moment, but there was darkness ahead, and she could not see the inevitable end.

The pain was unbearable, but what was most unbearable for her was the inability to see the dawn.

It stands to reason that such extreme pain just provides another excellent opportunity for Ming Ze Zhenjun's "Empty Vision" theory, but this is not the case, even if Mo Tianwei's heart is "empty and clear" at this time, it is impossible to enter a realm similar to "Epiphany".

Because the path of her enlightenment is different from the path of the void, at such a critical juncture, the path of enlightenment is only interfering with herself.

It's painful to have nothing to do, it's painful to have a soul, it's even more painful to not see hope, Mo Tianwei is almost desperate, she doesn't know how long it's been, but it feels so long, it's been so long, it's almost too long, she can't hold on anymore......

But at this moment, the warm and soft feeling replaced the double cold tingling from the soul and the flesh and bones, and some strange power surrounded and wrapped her, making her highly tense heartstrings relax, and she unconsciously immersed herself in this comfort, gradually forgetting what she was doing, what had happened before, and just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.

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In the emptiness, a little light suddenly appeared, and this light quickly became larger, extending infinitely to the surroundings, spreading out a cloudless clear sky, the sun and the moon were shining, and the sun and moon were shining.

I don't know how long it has been, a sword intent broke through the sky, a sword slashed the sky, the sun and the moon were dim, the stars fell, and the violent thunder was like a dragon surrounding the sword intent, and together with the sword light, the sky was divided into two halves of day and night.

The sword light stood at the junction of day and night, and a female cultivator stood under the sword light, her face was beautiful, cold as frost, and her eyes were tightly closed, until a certain moment, she suddenly opened, and in the deep but clear eyes, the thunder flashed and disappeared.

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Ming Ze Zhenjun has already taken his hand, no matter how genius he is, he is just a Yuanying cultivator, he belongs to the late school in the cultivation world, and it is not easy to borrow the power of the origin of the Great Dao, and the maintenance time will naturally not be long.

However, at this time, the pale face was not the usual cold and calm, on the contrary, the brows were tightly locked, full of suspicion.

"Could it be that Ah Mo is a girl?" Ming Ze Zhenjun glanced at the person in the center of the stone platform several times, and couldn't believe it, "No matter how you feel it, it's a boy!"

"Besides, Amopingsu's style has no resemblance to Jinglan, how can she be a girl?"

Jinglan is the road number of Qiushuisu.

He looked at Mo Tianwei back and forth a few times in disbelief, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't find that this was actually a female cultivator.

However, what is seen in the Jade Void Treasure Mirror is the depths of Ah Mo's consciousness, which is almost impossible to fake, and Ah Mo does not mind the difference between men and women......

Ming Ze Zhenjun was puzzled, and in the end he could only sigh that the cultivation realm was really mysterious, and there were always many things that were difficult to explain.

"Whether Ah Mo is a man or a woman, he is always my apprentice, so I don't have to think too much. ”

Ming Ze Zhenjun is the same Buddhist as her apprentice Mo Tianwei many times, and he is not sexist, but secretly reminds himself that he will change the way he treats Ah Mo in the future, such as when he comes to the extreme gravity method training again, he should pick people up instead of carrying the collar and stuffing them into the coffin.

After waiting quietly for a while, Ming Ze Zhenjun found that Mo Tianwei's expression changed from pain to comfort, knowing that this was the sword body that was beginning to recover, and he was also relieved in his heart, feeling that this wave was not a loss.

Another period of time passed, and the unconcealable sword intent emanated from Mo Tianwei's body, and in the induction of Ming Ze Zhenjun, her body was full of finely intertwined sword qi within three zhang.

With the loss of time, these sword qi were absorbed back into Mo Tianwei's body little by little, and merged into the sword bones that had been rejuvenated and white as jade, rapidly refining the newly born sword bones.

The process of strengthening is still continuing, after all, as long as the monk comprehends the sword intent, he can start refining his own bones, and finally form the acquired sword body;

Crimson flames rose from her footing, forming a huge flaming red lotus, and the visual effect exploded.

And it was in such a flame that Mo Tianwei opened his eyes, the firelight was reflected in his eyes, and his back was straight, which made people feel that he was suddenly upright, and he only felt that what he saw was not an ordinary monk, but a fierce sword, a lonely and condensed peak, a long sky that looked at all beings, plus her expression was indifferent, her eyebrows and eyes were flying, and people who were idle would only be in awe when they saw it, and they didn't even dare to look directly.

Her gaze swept around her, without the slightest stop, only a little wave when she saw Ming Ze Zhenjun, and her face also showed a hint of joy, at this time she looked like an innocent teenager who didn't know what it was like, "Master, I succeeded!"

Ming Ze Zhenjun also smiled lightly, "You are very good, you are the top Tianjiao I have ever seen." ”

Mo Tian smiled slightly, and the domineering momentum around her body also disappeared, and she walked quickly to Ming Ze Zhenjun's side, she bowed deeply, her expression was solemn, and her eyes were full of respect, "Thank you Master, the apprentice will definitely not let Master down!"

"How does it feel?"

"I feel ......" Mo Tian closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and showed a little intoxication, "Even the sky is under my feet!"

Ming Ze Zhenjun smiled, but he didn't think she was too arrogant, people are not arrogant, he thought the same when Ah Mo was his age.

"Now that the Heavenly Soul Sword Body has recovered, then ......" Ming Ze Zhenjun saw the eagerness in her eyes, and chuckled, "Just prepare to prepare, and in three days, you will be crowned as the true inheritance!"

Mo Tian raised his chin slightly, and his tone was pretending to be calm and arrogant: "I will not insult the true name!"

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Three days passed in a hurry, and the Sword Sect was about to canonize the seventh true disciple of this generation, this matter is not a big deal, after all, it is only a foundation building disciple;

The ceremony of canonizing the true inheritance is naturally far from being grand, only the real people in the Sword Sect, the True Monarch and their apprentices are eligible to participate, and occasionally the figure of the Sword Venerable will appear, the number of people is not much, but the quality is definitely not bad.

The place of canonization is in Haoyang Peak Lintoe Terrace, the time is approaching, many real people and true monarchs with their apprentices come one after another, and the ordinary disciples in the inner gate can only look up and watch the light flying overhead, envious.

They also have their own way, and naturally know about the canonization of the true inheritance, but their status in the sect is not obvious, and they are not qualified to participate.

Jiang Xiu followed his master, a young but already Jindan Great Perfection real person, to Lintoe Terrace, and after standing still in a cloud pavilion, he couldn't help but look around curiously.

As far as the eye can see, the costumes are relatively uniform - yes, that's right, the Sword Sect has uniforms, requiring the disciples in the sect to wear them when attending some important occasions, and the color, pattern, and rank of the costume all represent the identity of its owner in the Sword Sect, at this point, the Sword Sect can be described as a strict hierarchy, no different from the Daomen.

He looked at it for a week, and found several friends with him, and nodded his head to say hello, and then his eyes fell on the cloud pavilions that were obviously more gorgeous and in a better position.

The cloud pavilion is suspended in the air, staggered, naturally there is a difference in order, the one in front belongs to the true monarch, and the one in the back belongs to the real person, which is the same everywhere in the cultivation world.

"I don't know when I'll be able to sit in those pavilions on my own. Jiang Xiu muttered to himself in his heart.

His master, Doublelin Zhenren, glanced at him, saw the eagerness in his heart, and asked with a smile, "Do you know the Senior Brother Mo who will be enshrined in the True Inheritance today?"

——In terms of seniority, of course, the real person is higher than Mo Tianwei, but who made Mo Tianwei a disciple of Ming Ze Zhenjun, he still doesn't dare to compare with Ming Ze Zhenjun, so naturally he can only be called "junior brother".

"There was a one-sided relationship, Senior Brother Mo...... Uncle Mo is handsome and handsome, different from the vulgar stream, and unforgettable. ”

Jiang Xiu's tone had a hint of nostalgia in it, and he suddenly remembered the boy who could also read the potato and tomato soup script, and after many years, I don't know if he is still the same as he was back then?

And there are not a few people who have the same idea as him, Jiang Wei, who had seen Mo Tianwei practicing swords in the sword cave, Wu Taoran, who had been a little unhappy with Mo Tianwei, and several disciples who started in the same year as her, also had their own thoughts in their hearts.

Jiang Wei is a hidden Motian micro-brain fan, and his heart is extremely excited at this time, and the analogy is - "Ahhhhh

Wu Taoran's mood is very complicated, that extraordinary young man once pinned her youthful feelings, but later he was angry because of his "waste" name, so that he repeatedly targeted him, but he didn't want him to fly or soar into the sky.

After knowing that Mo Tianwei was accepted as a disciple by Ming Ze Zhenjun, she was also worried, worried that he would retaliate against her, but nothing happened at all, which made her both ashamed and annoyed, ashamed of her own rudeness and willfulness, and angry that she couldn't leave a trace in his heart......

Since then, I don't know if it's the will of heaven, she has never seen Mo Tianwei again, and she can only hear a few rumors from others who don't know whether they are true or false.

Wu Taoran's eyes carried expectations that she hadn't even noticed, and she didn't know how graceful he was now......

"Bell ......"

The dull bell rang, nine in succession, announcing the beginning of the canonization ceremony.

On the Lintoe platform, the young man looked cold and calm, as if the curious, envious, jealous, appreciative, dislike and other eyes around him did not exist, his steps were steady, clothed in thousands of sunshine, and he walked towards the high platform in front of him.

I don't know why, Wu Taoran's eyes suddenly had a touch of water, that young man's demeanor was even better than in the past, not the dusty pearl of the past, just like a sharp sword, showing everyone his strength and arrogance without scruples.

Such a young man once started at the same time as her, and had a beautiful first meeting with her, but in the end, he ......

"Tao Ran?"

Her master sensed that something was wrong, and when she looked back, she found that this disciple who had been refining qi for many years was floating in his breath at this moment, and he was actually about to build a foundation!

She was surprised and embarrassed, and at this time she broke through, if she disturbed the ritual below......

If Wu Taoran is awakened, Jiang Wei is naturally excited and excited, he has the most sincere blessings to Mo Tianwei, and hopes that he can become a sword cultivator who attracts everyone's attention like him!

The breeze came slowly, the clothes were flying, Mo Tianwei walked up to the high platform step by step, and finally knelt down in front of the head of the Ming Command Zhenjun and the master Ming Ze Zhenjun, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Tianwei, disciple of the Sword Sect, meet the head of the sect Zhenjun, meet the master!"

Ming Yu Zhenjun looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, he smiled and said to Ming Ze Zhenjun: "There are disciples like this, there are successors to Lingxing Peak!"

Ming Ze Zhenjun smiled: "It's my luck." ”

After saying a word, Ming Yu Zhenjun did not make any lengthy speeches that made people yawn, but simply stated a few words, and finally said: "Today's Sword Sect disciple Mo Tianwei is talented, he is really a peerless talent, and he is also a teacher of Ming Ze, Song Sheng Yue descended, and the treasure of the True Sword Sect is also worthy of a great responsibility, so he was canonized as the 559th generation of the true disciple of the Sword Sect. ”

After he finished speaking, he took out the true inheritance certificate that had been prepared long ago and gave it to Mo Tianwei, which represented her identity in the Sword Sect.

"Bell ......"

The bell rang again, Mo Tianwei took the true transmission certificate, and told Zhenjun to retreat aside, Mingze Zhenjun stood in the place where he stood before, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Tianwei, you are my second disciple of Mingze, and now I am sealed as the true biography, I should take a number for you." ”

Mo Tianwei bowed his head respectfully: "Disciple Xie Shizun's good intentions!"

Ming Ze Zhenjun said: "The road is difficult, there are countless dangers, and there are many temptations, as a teacher, I hope that you are pure and unmixed, and the original intention is not forgotten, so I give the Tao number, and I say...... Jing Chun!"

"Jing Chun will live up to the expectations of the sect and the master," Mo Tianwei raised his head and looked directly at Ming Ze Zhenjun, "I will raise the prestige of the Sword Sect, embark on the path of immortal immortality, and open up the road that is not easy for all eternity!"

The true monarch who watched the ceremony listened, even if he felt that this was a young man's words, but he was inevitably shocked by the spirit in her words, and for a while, whether it was someone who liked her or didn't like her, a thought was born in his heart - if this son had not fallen, in the future, their Sword Sect would definitely have one more power!

"Jing Chun......" someone laughed and said nothing.

"Mingze...... Good luck!" someone sighed softly.

Ming Ze naturally heard these discussions, but he didn't care, and after helping the apprentice up, he looked at Ming Yu Zhenjun.

Ming Yu Zhenjun walked back again, and was about to announce the end of the ceremony, when he suddenly paused, showed a joyful smile, glanced at Ming Ze Zhenjun, and said, "Welcome Yuan Chong Sword Venerable!"

Everyone saw a middle-aged man appear in the clouds, seemingly ordinary, but it seemed to carry an extremely powerful coercion, so that no one dared to stop at him.

Yuan Chong Jianzun didn't look at the others at all, his eyes fell on Mo Tianwei, who was kneeling again, and he was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about how to phrase it.

Such a long silence made Ming Ze Zhenjun's expression soften a little and quickly turned cold, is this to see that his apprentice is unhappy?

After a while, Yuan Chong Jianzun's voice floated down from the clouds, "Jing Chun, don't live up to Ming Ze's expectations, always encourage, remember, sword cultivation, be indomitable!"

Mo Tianwei bowed again: "Xie Jianzun's teachings!"

A streamer flew down from the clouds and fell into Mo Tianwei's arms, this was his gift to Mo Tianwei.

Looking at it again, Yuan Chong Sword Venerable had already disappeared, just as hurriedly as he came.

Ming Yu Zhenjun smiled lightly, glanced at Ming Ze, whose face was slightly pale, and said, "The canonization is over, it's all gone!"

After all the true monarchs and real people said goodbye, they left again, but they all knew that the name of Mo Jingchun would soon spread throughout the Western Regions, and even ...... The whole Canglan world!