After everything was done, Lu Chenfei let out a long sigh.

Before leaving, he glanced back and reluctantly said: "It is rare to have double integrity in the world."

Several ladies were also comforting him.

But it is easier said than done to let go.

The world in the formation.

Lu Chenfei took a few ladies back home, not majestic, nor fierce in the past.

At first glance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged person.

After the grey-haired parents saw it, the old couple stood tremblingly at the door, watching their son come back.

Here, Lu Chenfei did not leave, but accompanied them to spend their old age peacefully.

After a lap in Qingzhou, a year has passed.

Lu Chenfei is also about to inherit the Tianyun Sect and become the ninth-generation suzerain.

...

This day.

In the early days of the heavens, the world was very lively, with lights and festoons, and countless powerful men marched against the rainbow to come to this new era of suspended continent.

it's here.

The palace is endless, and you can't see the end at a glance.

To be eligible to live here, the worst is also a transcendent and saintly powerhouse, as well as the descendants of the immortal saint.

The outstanding members of the Tianyun Sect, as well as the young disciples, all stayed in Qingzhou.

Here, the formation is no longer operating all the time.

The aura on the mainland is as dense as fog, especially the ninety-nine-story palace in the center, where golden light and rain often fall, and the rules of the avenue descend in it.

Here, the treasures accumulated by the Tianyun Sect that have accumulated countless years, even an inconspicuous mountain forest, have great backgrounds, and they are rare and rare species in the world.

There are also birds and beasts living here. Suddenly there are dragons and phoenixes coming from afar, and there are also unicorns stepping on auspicious clouds.

The sun illuminates thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and is bathed in radiance, giving it a warm feeling.

The only thing left in Taiyuantian is an immortal monarch, each guarding a large formation, if there is an inferior person, regardless of identity and origin, they will be ruthlessly killed.

"Is this really the world of this seat?"

Lu Chenfei was in a daze when he first arrived at the Wanchu Celestial Realm.

He is the person in power in name, but in the face of some ancient existence, the right to speak is obviously much lighter.

"If one day, unfortunately, as a teacher falls, you will inherit all the family business."

In the main hall of the Tiangong, Yan Nanfei spoke earnestly.

"Master, you said the same 20 or 30 years ago. The key is, when did you fall?" Lu Chenfei looked miserable.

He even suspected for a while that his master could hardly beat himself to death.

"It's coming soon, it's only three to five thousand years at most...You just wait a little bit." Yan Nanfei's face was full of contempt.

Three to fifty thousand years...

Lu Chenfei immediately adjusted, can he afford to wait?

I can't afford to wait at all!

It's not that he is looking forward to his master's death sooner, but that he admires his master for being too able to live.

In the realm of immortals, there is no problem in living for three to fifty thousand years.

If there is a life-sustaining drug, it will be easy to survive 100,000 years.

Comparing the lifespan with Yan Nanfei is definitely asking for trouble.

"Master, let's discuss it, and inherit your Hongmeng bow to me early. That thing is really strong. Whoever shoots will die."

Lu Chenfei said beggingly.

"just you?"

Yan Nanfei contemptuously said, "With your current cultivation base, the bowstring can't be pulled, and it is in vain for you. When you can exert one-thousandth of the power, I'm considering inheriting it to you."

"I can!"

Lu Chenfei pleaded again and again.

In the end, Yan Nanfei took out the Hongmeng big bow, half a man tall, and the bowstring was cast from the tendons of the immortal monarch.

He tried for a long time.

It can be moved, just want to pull the bowstring, which is tantamount to a dream.

"Strange, this is not a fairy, why can't I even pull the bowstring?" Lu Chenfei was still a little unbelieving.

"Weapons of the old age can adapt to many low-level warriors, because the weapons are recast according to the master's level, and different levels of refining materials are added."

Yan Nanfei explained: "But the masterpiece of the Great Meng Gong is a new-age artifact. The top crafting materials are used. It is difficult to improve this by adding things later, but it is relatively simple to nurture the spirit of the device. ."

After some explanation, Lu Chenfei was in the cloud and mist.

In short.

This bow just doesn't suit him...

At the very least, you have to wait until the realm of the saint to be qualified to pull the bowstring.

Those who can't wait are always in commotion.

Lu Chenfei is so greedy!

"Okay, go and prepare for the ceremony of offering sacrifice to the heavens. Starting today, you will be the head of Tianyunzong." Yan Nanfei slapped the back of his head and urged.

At the same time, he also gave Lu Chenfei a small note, which was an oath to sacrifice to the sky.

The general idea is.

In the glorious period of my Tianyun Sect, even the great emperor did it. In this era, anyone who dares to rule the roost in front of the Tianyun Sect will do the same for you.

Lu Chenfei glanced, his face turned black involuntarily.

After walking out of the main hall, he rolled the small pieces of paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Master is too idle, can't your old man find something serious to do?" Lu Chenfei was full of contempt.

In the central area of ​​the Wanchu Celestial Realm, there are even more buildings.

Leaving the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Palace, just stepping out of the door, there is a large square with a vast area in front of you.

At the edge of the square, there is also a large stone monument.

On the stone tablet, there are not many words, but it records the development history of the Tianyun Sect, and the follow-up part has yet to be filled in by future generations.

"Well, there is this seat's name on it?"

Lu Chenfei glanced intently, full of surprises and surprises.

Today's Sky Cloud Sect has broken away from the shadow of Taiyuantian. It has been a historical starting point since the founding of the ancestor, and the development and inheritance from generation to generation are all detailed records.

Among them, it also includes the great achievements of each generation of suzerain.

However, only the eighth-generation leader has only the word ‘Ling’, and there are no other records.

Lu Chenfei is also full of curiosity about the deeds of this mysterious suzerain. He has never heard anyone mention it after he has been in the sect for so long.

even.

In order to cover up a person, an entire generation of history was erased.

"What happened during those years?" Lu Chenfei was full of doubts.

But at the same time, he also knew in his heart that this was not something he could involve at the moment.

The more you know, the faster you die.

The eighth-generation suzerain seems to have become a taboo.

"Call in the historian Liang Chuan in a moment. Whatever you say, he will write on the stone tablet."

Lu Chenfei stayed in front of the stone tablet, pinching his chin and thinking.

He secretly decided to establish a great and glorious image for himself.

It is like a **** descending to the world, illuminating all beings.

Only in this way can he demonstrate his great achievements during his reign, far surpassing the previous generations of suzerain.

Of course, history is written by victors.

Lu Chenfei didn't think he would be a loser in history.

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