The fluctuation of the soul is like a calm lake that suddenly ripples.

Ning Tao's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, and the next second he threw himself directly on the ice coffin, squeezing out all the power of his soul to feel the fluctuation.

However, there are no more waves in the lake!

"No...no way, master, master, wake up, I am your disciple, I am Ning Tao...Master..." Ning Tao burst into tears unknowingly.

Miao Jingjing on the side was heartbroken. As soon as she learned the news, she rushed to Hongmeng with witchcraft masters overnight, and she must not let the flagpole fall down.

Several ancestors sighed bitterly.

Only the Shaolin ancestor shook his head and said: "It's useless. After you left, it was because we felt the wave that we put his body into the ice coffin."

"How could this happen? It's impossible. I clearly felt the fluctuation. My master is not dead, he is not dead," Ning Tao roared with red eyes and unwillingness.

"Oh, idiot, stop obsessing."

"It was because Wuchen was about to break through to the divine realm that he transformed into a trace of divine soul power. Now that his body has died, although the trace of divine soul has not dispersed due to magic power or something else, to be precise... he has..."

The Wudang ancestor shook his head bitterly.

"No, I don't believe it. I don't believe it. My master must have experienced fluctuations because of my return. He is conscious. Yes, he is conscious. He is still alive."

Ning Tao grabbed a few people and explained anxiously.

But several ancestors, even Miao Jingjing, shed tears and shook their heads, it was already...impossible.

"Plop...!"

Ning Tao fell down next to the ice coffin, as if all his strength had been drained away. He looked at the old master with a pair of dull eyes, with a kind smile on his face...

Beautiful memories flooded into my mind one after another.

From the first time they met outside the city and led him into the gate of practice, he had been in great crisis many times. The master was thirsty and asked for help, Jinghua, Elder Pavilion...

He still vaguely remembered the little old man wearing leather shoes, dressed strangely, and thought he was very fashionable. He always smiled at him and others...

Watching Ning Tao cry and laugh sometimes while talking, several ancestors were speechless and could only shake their heads in bitterness.

Looking down the mountain, a large group of dark figures stood up. They were the disciples who were gritting their teeth in grief and practicing.

The ancestor had long expected that Ning Tao would be like this, so he did not prepare a funeral, but chose an ice coffin.

Miao Jingjing turned her head to the side and wiped away her tears. She couldn't bear to look at this sad scene, but a murmur came from her ears: "Is there any way to resurrect?"

"Huh? Wha...what?"

Several people were frightened. Ning Tao could not lose his mind. The Shaolin ancestor recited Buddhist scriptures and comforted him: "Leader of the alliance, accept the reality."

"Yes, people cannot be resurrected after death. This is something we both know very well. How can we be resurrected? Don't think too much about it," the Emei ancestor said seriously for the first time.

However, amidst the denials of several people, Ning Tao stood up with eyes shining, stared at Miao Jingjing and asked excitedly: "Is there a way to resurrect her?"

The latter was startled, and quickly hugged Ning Tao and said with red eyes: "Stop thinking about it, just let it go. Hongmeng, everyone is still waiting for you."

"Lord Leader, that kind of thing is impossible. I have never heard of it in all our years of living. But if you continue like this, there will be problems."

The ancestor of Tianshan comforted him softly.

But as Ning Tao fought, his body convulsed and he said: "I'm not crazy, and who said no one has been resurrected? There was such a person once."

"Master Alliance Leader, please stop joking. How is this possible? We have never heard of it in all our years. No one will believe it when a person comes back from the dead."

Qingcheng Patriarch stiffly smiled and denied it.

Miao Jingjing and others felt their scalps numb after hearing this, and looking at Ning Tao's face, he was still very determined. Is there really such a person in this world?

He immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with difficulty: "Who?"

Ning Tao took a deep breath, looked at the people with bright eyes, and blurted out word by word: "Jesus!"

"Well……!"

The ancestors looked at each other in astonishment, their expressions unspeakably strange, Jesus...?

"Alliance leader, those are all tricks used by the Holy See to deceive people. They said that Jesus was resurrected, but in fact they were all made up to deceive believers," the Shaolin ancestor said tangledly.

The others were silent. This matter was either false or true, and no one had a real answer.

Ning Tao gritted his teeth and suddenly said: "Where is Mr. Mo? He is experienced and must know something. Let him tell me if there is any way."

But as soon as the words came out, everyone fell silent.

When he saw this scene, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, the power of his soul spread, and his eyes instantly looked towards the mountainside.

He remembered that Mr. Mo was there when he left!

"Whoosh...!"

A few figures flashed, and Ning Tao came to the mountainside in an instant with the ice coffin in his arms, his face gradually dulling.

In the sight, there are two old figures, one exudes the aura of death and annihilation, the whole body is shining with dark colors, and there are many ancient magic patterns.

The other one is a one-armed figure, the gap is dry and decayed, like necrosis, the breath on his body has dropped a lot, and his face is full of decadence and bitterness.

Mo Yuntian, Zhou Heng!

Ning Tao's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he rushed over like lightning, but a one-armed figure stood in front of him in an instant, and shook his head with bitterness in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhou, what...what's going on?"

Everyone was silent and looked sad.

Zhou Heng looked at his broken arm and said dejectedly: "It was that Mo Wuji who did it. His move was extremely weird. Mr. Mo became like this when he was hit in his dantian."

"And my arm was hit at that time. I immediately realized something was wrong and cut it directly. However, my cultivation level still dropped to the fourth level of God Refining, which was barely stable at the middle level. That blow was really terrible."

Ning Tao's face turned pale, and his heart that had finally been put together was broken into pieces.

"Then...what about Mo Lao?"

"He has been waiting for you. When he realized something was wrong, he hastily said that you should come back to find him, and then it became like this. It was like this for three days."

Zhou Heng looked at Mr. Mo and sighed.

Ning Tao gritted his teeth and walked towards Mr. Mo with heavy steps. He wanted to reach out and touch him but was stopped by Mr. Zhou. It was best not to touch his body.

At this moment, Mr. Mo, who had been sitting cross-legged like an old monk, seemed to notice something. He opened a pair of gray eyes and said hoarsely: "Boy, are you back?"

"Mo Lao, are you...are you okay?" A group of ancestors asked anxiously.

Mr. Mo ignored them, but stared at Ning Tao and said solemnly: "Boy, let me ask you a question. Is it okay if you remove the word "quasi" of your prospective alliance leader?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Ning Tao's heart also twitched, but seeing his difficult look, he immediately nodded heavily and said: "I do, I have already prepared for this day."

"Okay, haha...!"

Mo Yuntian's eyes seemed to erupt with bright light, and his voice was like a great bell. He shouted majestically: "All Hongmeng disciples obey your orders. In my name, Mo Yuntian, I will inherit Ning Tao as Hongmeng leader."

"You...do you have any objections?"

The sound was like thunder from the sky, lingering for a long time.
Chapter completed!