"What!" The smile on Luo Yuan's face gradually froze, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he seemed extremely ferocious. In Luo Yuan's heart, Master Mo Chen's status was comparable to that of his father Luo Zhen. Now he returned with anxiety and expectation just to see Master's smile. But unexpectedly, he heard this bad news. For Luo Yuan, this hatred is no less than the hatred of killing his father.

"Let's go, go over and talk." Qin Fa spoke down. Even after decades, the hatred in his heart had never weakened at all. Master Mo Chen's position in his heart was unshakable and extremely noble.

Luo Yuan nodded heavily, and then flew towards Xingbang Peak with Dan Tai Xuanya, Qingfeng, and Sun Changyuan. With their current cultivation level, it can be reached in just a short time.

Luo Yuan looked at the familiar mountain in front of him and felt mixed emotions. On the Xingbang Peak, there was a tall and thin figure standing, which was Mo Chen's youngest disciple Zichuan. He seemed to be feeling, and when he turned around, he was just seeing Luo Yuan and his senior brothers coming, and he couldn't help but feel dazed. He looked at Luo Yuan and seemed to speak softly with a tentative voice: "Third Brother?"

Luo Yuan looked at Zichuan and felt a sense of relief. He was very happy that he could see many of his fellow brothers living. This was a happy thing. He wanted to laugh, but when he saw the tombstone standing behind Zichuan, he could no longer laugh.

Several people flashed and appeared beside Zichuan, standing side by side with him.

"This is Master's tomb?" Luo Yuan spoke tremblingly, although he knew that Master might not be there. At that time, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were present, and Mo Chen led the heavenly tribulation with one person, covering countless enemies. There is also the highest existence like Wuji Demon Lord, and the chance of survival is not enough. But when he really saw the tomb in front of him, Luo Yuan was unwilling to admit it and face it no matter what. This result was too heavy and he could not afford it.

Without saying much, Luo Yuan walked to the grave silently, then slowly knelt down and bowed deeply to the standing tombstone.

"Disciple Luo Yuan pays homage to Master! Master, I haven't seen you for more than 80 years. I really miss you very much. Now my disciple has achieved success in his cultivation and has just killed all enemies. Have you ever seen it? I think you must be very happy and proud at this moment. A ignorant young man back then has become a big shot under your protection. But you are praising me a few words. The disciple has been waiting for your praise and wandered between life and death several times, waiting for more than 80 years. The disciple has gone from a young man to a centenarian. Time passes so fast and is really ruthless." Luo Yuan kneeled in front of the grave and spoke gently but choked, and his face was full of tears.

A man doesn't cry easily, but he has not yet reached the sad place. He has never even feared death and dared to threaten the Supreme God. But at this moment, he is like a child who cannot find his father. His killing heart and his swordsman are ruthless, and at this time, he has long disappeared, and all he left is sadness.

Sun Changyuan, Qin Fa, Qingfeng, and Zichuan also bowed their heads silently and never disturbed Luo Yuan. Dan Tai Xuanya looked at Luo Yuan's crying figure, but her heart was in pain. For some reason, she couldn't see Luo Yuan sad. When she was just building the foundation, she was panicked because of Luo Yuan's tears, but now she has become a Nascent Soul, and her heart is even more painful, as if she dripped blood.

"Xiaoya, come on." Luo Yuan did not look back. He still looked at the tombstone, but he called Dan Tai Xuanya softly.

When Dan Tai Xuanya heard this, she had no extra words. She moved her lotus steps slowly and slowly walked to Luo Yuan's side.

"This is my master, just like my father, you should bow to him." Luo Yuan still did not turn his eyes to her, but just spoke.

When Dan Tai Xuanya heard this, she was stunned at first, then nodded, and actually knelt down slowly and knocked towards the tombstone. If the great figures on Wuya Sea knew about it, she would be shocked. Who is Dan Tai Xuanya? The goddess of heaven and fairy is in the world, and her father is the ancient Taoist master. She herself is an ancestor-level powerhouse in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but now she is kneeling to the grave of a Jindan Great Perfection Cultivator because of what she said.

Just because of Luo Yuan's words, she let go of her figure and pride, and she would even bow her knees and bow to her. She gave too much for Luo Yuan, and all she wanted was that Luo Yuan could live safely.

"Master, you saw it. This is the disciple's Taoist couple. She is very beautiful, amazing, and her qualifications may be more than her disciples. Originally, the disciple wanted to invite you to Zhenhai Sect to witness the happy day of our two. Now, it is inconvenient for you, so the disciple will bring her to pay tribute to the master. A woman like Xiaoya must be very happy when she sees such a blessing from her disciple." Luo Yuan's tears kept flowing. For the first time, he felt that he was so fragile.

He took out the wine from the storage bag, patted the Kaifeng mud, and slowly poured it in front of Mo Chen's tomb. This was a fine wine obtained from the ancestor Wankun of Wuyuan Sect. It was extremely precious and even a Nascent Soul cultivator could find it, but Luo Yuan poured it out indifferently. Luo Yuan took out another jar and drank it all in one drink. However, he used the wine to drown his sorrow even more sorrowful.

"Master, I still remember that the disciple lacked any pills back then, and you didn't need to speak. You asked the second senior brother to send them. Another time, the disciple was plotted by a villain in the sect, but in order to repay his kindness, he even asked you to take two magic weapons and leave. All of this was vaguely yesterday. The disciples remembered it clearly, and they dared not forget the kindness of the master.

However, although the disciple does not lack elixirs now, there is no magic weapon to take advantage of. The ancient treasure of Tongtian is consumed too much. Can you give your disciple another magic weapon or two? I swear that this time, I will never lose it, nor will it be damaged. The disciple will refine it into a magic weapon for life cultivation, and I dare not give it to others. Alas, I am confused. Although there are many elixirs, it will be used up one day. Who will ask the second senior brother to give the disciple elixir?" Luo Yuan's clothes were already soaked in tears, and he spoke in tears.

Then, Luo Yuan felt sad and rushed towards the tomb, holding the monument and cried loudly: "Master, you are talking to your disciples. The Nascent Soul cultivator has lived for thousands of years, but how can you just accompany your disciples for several years? The disciple has not heard enough of your teachings. If you have any choice, the disciple will be willing to be the young monk and stay by your side forever until you die."

Sun Changyuan and others also had tears in their eyes. The young geniuses at the time have now become centenarians. Sun Changyuan looked at a peach tree next to the cave, which was quite beautiful. However, he was even more sad: "Last year, today, the peach blossoms in this door were red. The peach blossoms still smiled at the spring breeze."

"No, I believe that there must be reincarnation in this world! Those who have died at my hands have not been completely erased. They all say they want to go to reincarnation. Some people even kill people and say that they are sending people to rebirth. There is definitely reincarnation in this world, but it is just that we cannot reach the cultivation level of ours. I want to go to reincarnation to find Master back and tell him that the family has always been there, and we are waiting for him to come back at home. If the Nascent Soul does not work, then transform into a god, and if the God does not work, refine the emptiness. If the emptiness cannot be transformed into a god, then I will become an immortal!" Luo Yuan suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed, stared at the sky, and roared.

"Actually, Master may still be alive," Qin Fa spoke in a deep voice, but he himself didn't dare to believe it.

"Senior brother, this is true!" Luo Yuan turned around suddenly, looked at Qin Fa, and said seriously.

"It's hard to be sure that after the war, the sects cleaned the battlefield, but no master's corpse was seen. Perhaps, the master should be like you, and he left in the end, and maybe he survived." Sun Changyuan said guessingly. All this was just an imaginary and they could not determine it.

"No, you two didn't have enough cultivation in that battle back then, so you couldn't see it in real life. But I saw that the master stepped on the clouds and just got hit by the Wuji Demon Lord and flew backwards. From then on, there was no trace of life and death." Qin Fa was sad, the Wuji Demon Lord was so strong back then. Even now, he dared not say that he could withstand the Wuji Demon Lord's full-strength attack, let alone the master who had not really stepped on the Nascent Soul back then.

"Then what is this tomb?" Luo Yuan couldn't help but wonder.

"This is a tomb in front of your cave... in fact, there is also a tomb of yours." Sun Changyuan spoke embarrassedly.

Luo Yuan couldn't help but feel speechless. He really never expected that there would be his own tomb. Luo Yuan was silent and then slowly spoke: "No matter what, since he had never seen his master's corpse, then the master might still be alive. For more than eighty years, perhaps just after healing his wounds in seclusion and pacifying the demonic path, I will follow the direction of the master's departure and search for the master. Even if it is the blue and yellow spring, I will do whatever I can!"

"Okay, after this matter, we will leave the sect and look for the traces of the master." Sun Changyuan nodded and opened his mouth. He looked into the distance, firmly believing in his heart that Mo Chen would never die.

"Well, there is a seven-day renovation. After seven days, we will come out of the sect. In this battle, I will want Liuyun Sect to reach the top of the sect. This hatred is too great and too heavy, and it is not my hatred or my hatred. Besides, the monks grew up in the battle and should not be a flower in the greenhouse." Luo Yuan closed his eyes and spoke melancholy.

"Yes, the hatred of the past was not blood and fire, and we had to take revenge on our own in order to eliminate the hatred in our hearts. This time, the four of us, brothers, took action together, so that those demons could no longer be domineering and do evil." Qin Fa nodded and agreed.

"After this battle, from now on, Zhao State will have no magic path, so no one will be left!" Luo Yuan said coldly. He was waiting for a battle, waiting for nearly a hundred years.

"By the way, junior brother, you need to sacrifice a life card this time. The life card that belongs to you in the life hall has long been broken. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have thought that even you had died. Also, your cave has been there all the time, no one has touched it, and it is still the same, and has not changed." Sun Changyuan spoke softly.
Chapter completed!