After the abolition, she just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 137 Lu Jue
Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it took. From the space fragments floating around, a few golden threads gushed out from time to time, merging into the golden cocoon wrapped in Tu Yu, and then the space fragments that lost the golden threads would completely dissipate. .

At first, the speed of the golden silk threads coming in was very slow, that is, one or two, gradually getting faster and faster, dozens, hundreds, thousands, and in the end it was already countless. The faster the fragments disappeared, until finally, there were no space fragments around, only the endless nothingness left, only the golden light, like a firefly, drifting slowly.

Regarding these, Tu Yu, who had fallen into the state of selflessness at the moment, didn't feel anything, the sword in his heart disappeared when the golden thread came, but those feelings had already been engraved into his soul.

After that, it seems to have entered a sea of ​​laws, or the 'sea of ​​Tao'.

The so-called Three Thousand Great Dao is just a general term, no one can say exactly how many.But at this moment, the endless Taos were all presented before her eyes, allowing her to choose and comprehend.

She walked through the sea of ​​dao, constantly looking for the dao that fit with it, without knowing the geometry of time.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint sound in the void.

A little bit of golden light emerged, slowly condensed, and finally turned into a big illusory hand, which gently grabbed the big golden cocoon. The big golden cocoon, which was originally a person's height, fell into the big hand, but it looked as small as a speck of dust.

In the Linghai space, the golden Bianhua was a little wilted at the moment, and the originally dazzling golden light had also dimmed.The moment the big golden hand appeared, it silently closed the buds as if sensing some danger, and retracted underwater.

"It's almost time..."

An imperceptible voice echoed faintly in the void, unable to tell the difference between male and female, but it was very pleasant to hear.

The big golden hand was slowly retracted, and the Tu Yu in his hand disappeared together.

……

Somewhere in the cultivation world.

There is a group of thatched cottages standing halfway up a small hill. At a glance, there are about dozens of them. From a distance, they look like villages in the mortal world, but with a little less fireworks.

At the foot of the mountain there is a stone tablet with three words engraved on it, Lin Shanzong.

From this, it can be seen that this is a small sect.

In the world of comprehension, compared with large or medium-sized sects, small sects basically have no threshold.

As long as he thinks that he has enough cultivation and is not afraid of the dangers outside the city, even a small monk in the innate realm can occupy an unclaimed land and establish a sect.

At this time, it was evening, and the two rounds of bright sun hanging high in the sky had gradually disappeared from the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the auspicious clouds in the sky with a hazy meaning.

On the other side, two rounds of bright moons were also slowly rising. At the moment when day and night alternated, silver white and light gold were intertwined, exuding a different kind of magnificence.

After that, the sunset and the moon rose, and the sky and the earth were covered with a layer of cold white. Although it was not as dazzling as when the sun was in the sky, it would not appear dim.

As far as the cultivation world is concerned, no matter day or night, there is no obvious darkness between the sky and the earth, and the difference is only the difference in the power of the sun and the moon.

As a monk, even at night, someone should go out for activities, but this small sect is a bit too quiet. From evening to now, the front of the house has been completely silent, and not even half a person can be seen.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a little noise. Someone pushed the door of a thatched cottage at the entrance of the village. Perhaps the wooden door was too old. The village looked a little eerie.

It was a young man in a gray-blue plain robe, he looked about in his early twenties, even his disheveled hair couldn't hide his handsome face, but his temperament was too decadent, making him look a little listless.

The young man's lifeless eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any light, he just glanced around casually, and walked slowly towards the end of the village regardless of the open wooden door.

The village is not big, and the houses are in good condition, but it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. The doors, windows, tables and chairs look a little old, and there is a fine layer of dust.

The young man walked slowly, but soon reached the end of the village.There is an open space at the end of the village, where some weapons are placed, which seem to be for low-level monks to perform martial arts.

What makes people feel a little horrified at this time is that there are dozens of graves densely packed around the open space, lined up one by one, just to enclose the open space, and in front of each grave is a tombstone carved with wood, engraved on it. The name of the tomb owner.

And below the name is engraved with a line of small characters, unfilial disciple Lu Jue, unfilial nephew Lu Jue, junior brother Lu Jue...

The monument is erected by the same person, 'Lu Jue'.And the ones buried in the tomb are all his fellow disciples.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely flee in panic, but the young man's face was still calm, and he walked forward slowly, stopped in front of a grave, knelt down heavily, kowtowed three times in a row, and then went to the next grave bag, and so on, until returning to the first grave bag again.

At this time, the expression of the young man also changed, the originally calm face became a little ferocious, his eyes were flushed, the tears rolling down were intertwined with the distorted hatred on his face, making him look a little inexplicably frightening.

"Master, uncle, uncle, brother, sister... Lu Jue swears with his heart! He will definitely find that person, and even if he dies, he will kill him to avenge you! Definitely!"

"Master... Brother..."

The young man named Lu Jue repeated the oath in his mouth over and over again, which was something he would do almost every day to wake himself up.

He was the boy who survived from the black shadow man a few years ago, and his sect was only one of the small sects destroyed by him.

Several years have passed since that disaster at the time, but the hatred in his heart has not diminished at all, on the contrary, it has intensified as time goes by.

He didn't know why the black shadow man didn't kill him back then, but when he woke up, he was no longer in the mountains, but in a small city closest to this place, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes were two kind monks , he knew that these two people saved him.

At that time, he was so angry that he almost lost his temper. Fortunately, his cultivation base was low, so it was only his mind that was damaged, and he died without dementia.

But even if he survived by chance, he was in a coma and was left unattended, and he was probably eaten by spirit beasts or fierce beasts in the mountains as rations. These two people not only brought him to a safe city, but also treated him for his injuries , can be regarded as a great favor to him.

Afterwards, when the two monks heard that the sect had been wiped out by the rumored evil cultivator, they felt a little sympathetic.

But saving his life was considered as a merciful act. As for avenging him, I dare not even think about it with the strength of the two monks.

(End of this chapter)