The secret realm of the Shenlin Sect belongs to a different time and space, and the spiritual energy inside does not belong to the same origin as the current time and Jiang Mo killed a group of old ghosts from the Shenlin Sect, he did not use the Longevity Instrument to drain the water here, but fell into deep thought. He had an incarnation of the Chaos Taoist body, and although his cultivation level could not yet touch the realm of the Taoist Lord, he could still refine the secret realm. However, the unknown risks were too great and the rewards were too small, so Jiang Mo rejected this idea as soon as it came to mind. "Boom!!!" When the master died, the heaven and earth shook inexplicably, the vast spiritual energy was in chaos, and its real-space coordinates were about to change and drift. "Walk." Jiang Mo called out softly, and his figure turned into a white light that reached the sky. He instantly teleported out of the secret realm, followed closely by three seriously injured demon kings. "Xuan Zun, how should we deal with this?" Yao Wang's face was solemn. As soon as it escaped from the secret realm, it discovered something horrible. The mountains outside the secret realm where the Shenlin Sect was originally located were filled with a deep black color, as if some evil spirit was polluting the world. Yue Min stared at the place in silence. It was normal for the secret realm to move after the death of an ordinary master, but the Shenlin Sect was a secret realm in a different time and space. After the death of their master, the black fog released was strange and made it feel uneasy for a long time. "Back off."

Jiang Mo took a step forward, his expression still calm, as if there was no pressure on him at all. Then, he looked at the overwhelming black fog and said to himself: "Those dirty things are the resentment of the three fierce beasts after their death. Of course, there is far more than that. In addition to them, there are also the resentful evil spirits of the Taoist Lords and Masters of all generations, including their ancestors after their deaths. They are all erupting now. They were sealed underground in the secret realm before. After the Master died, they are completely free. If they are allowed to grow, I am afraid they will develop spiritual intelligence." After his explanation, the three demon kings behind him suddenly understood. "Go back to where you came from." Jiang Mo clasped his hands together, and the surrounding world roared. A huge amount of spiritual energy gathered and formed a transparent cauldron that covered the sky and the sun. In an instant, a surging golden sea of ​​fire rolled and burned inside, and countless resentful evil energy evaporated in an instant. At the same time, the four pages of the Book of Time, which were formed by the condensation of more than twenty pieces of the history book of time in his possession, were also slowly releasing a purple-blue, dark light. "Wow——!" Countless special runes appeared outside the secret realm. The engraved traces were the coordinate map of the transmission that year. Jiang Mo glanced at it and gained some insights. He then activated two major magical powers in succession, one was the Amber Cage and the other was the time and space migration. "Boom!!!" The entire Shenlin Secret Realm was shaking, as if an invisible giant hand had uprooted it and suspended it in the void. After a few seconds, the void collapsed into a terrifying and mysterious black hole, which was the passage to the world where the Shenlin Sect originally existed. "enter!" With Jiang Mo's sharp shout, the huge secret realm suddenly turned into a shadow and completely disappeared into the boundless black hole. "Boom!" The spectacular scene lasted for more than ten breaths before it ended. The black hole gradually healed, the void solidified, and returned to normal. The sun's rays poured down from the gaps between the dark clouds. There were thousands and tens of thousands of them, like golden spears, which were extremely beautiful. "it's over" Yue Min looked at the sunset scene in ecstasy, his expression a little dazed, and the hatred of his tribe was avenged. It felt more relaxed than ever before and slowly exhaled a large breath of foul air. Even the pain in its body was unconsciously relieved a lot. Suddenly, Yue Li remembered that there was another imprisoned Yunxu Zhenjun overseas, so he subconsciously asked: "Xuan Zun, has the overseas guy been executed? In my opinion, it would be a waste to kill him. It would be better to train him into a puppet."

"What a waste! What a waste! In my opinion, it would be better to let me eat to my heart's content." Yao Wang also took the initiative to suggest. "Kill them all, not even ashes are left." "Let's go back." Jiang Mo smiled, turned around and disappeared, said goodbye to the three kings, returned to the sect, and resumed his usual state of cultivation. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The three kings were recuperating in their respective secret realms, while Jiang Mo was meditating in the pavilion that day. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and he slowly opened his eyes. He felt that the scenery of mountains and rivers was infinitely beautiful, and the sunshine was warm. "Time is up." The whispers echoed in the deserted fourth floor. Soon, he got up and left, returned to the dormitory, put on a simple black robe, and walked to the kitchen. He glanced at all the ingredients, rolled up his sleeves, and silently began to light the fire and cook. The sound of chopping vegetables on a chopping board slowly rose up and soon attracted the attention of several young elves. They walked into the kitchen and took a look. They were stunned and could not believe the scene before them. The god-like Xuanzun was actually cooking at this moment. "Xuan Zun...Senior, do you need help?!" A fat little man who was transformed from a gecko asked nervously, his voice stuttering a little. "No, go and do your thing." Jiang Mo turned around and smiled slightly. The elves nodded like chickens pecking at rice and left quickly. An hour later, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. The meals prepared by Jiang Mo were all home-cooked dishes that he had eaten in the sect before, including six meat dishes, six vegetable dishes and one soup. When cooking was finished, a trace of spiritual energy as thin as a cicada's wing flowed out from his fingertips and turned into a barrier to keep the hot food fresh. Afterwards, he extinguished the firewood, cleaned the stove, chopping board and knives in the kitchen, and left quietly, going to the back mountain alone. The steps paved with white jade lead directly to the many caves on the mountain. There are many isolated and remote caves there, which have always been the places where the Trinity disciples have been in seclusion. The memories of the past became clearer and clearer. Jiang Mo walked into a cave that he was most familiar with. There was the cave where his senior brother Zuo Rutong had been in seclusion for many years. It was also the place where Si Chong and Cheng Zhen said they had their last dispute, conflict, begging, and compromise. The cave is so quiet that there is no noise at all. It is extremely cool. The afternoon sun is particularly bright outside the cave, so it is not dark in the cave and the visibility is high. Jiang Mo walked to a certain place and stopped, his expression calm, a hint of nostalgia emerging in the depths of his eyes. In the current time and space, he had not seen his senior brother for more than a hundred years since the last time they parted. Even if he possessed more than twenty fragments of history books and the authority over 200 years of contemporary history, he could not arbitrarily change the fact of Zuo Rutong's death. Doing so would cause the future, which had not yet been extended, to completely turn into nothingness, and the whole world would return to chaos. Unless he can collect all the fragments, he will be able to access the magical power of the modification system and write history without any influence. Otherwise, he can only use a method that cannot be more stupid. At a fixed location, go back in time and reverse the different time and space of a world to blend into one. Doing so also has a restrictive effect, that is, Zuo Rutong can exist within the spell range protected by Jiang Mo, but if he leaves that range, he will instantly turn into ashes. There are only two ways to resurrect, either to expand the scope of time travel to the entire world, allowing the senior brother to extend his life without any worries, or to activate the magical power of rewriting the complete history book. "." Jiang Mo breathed gently and adjusted himself to the best condition. He locked his sight within a three-meter radius, holding several flying papers in his hands. At a certain moment, he directly activated his magical power and went back in time. "Boom!"

"Boom!" In an instant, countless particles vibrated, the power of time distorted the real world, and all matter within three meters was moving backwards. One year, ten years, fifty years, it was getting closer and closer! In 1942, in the cave behind Sanyi Mountain, Zuo Ruotong, who looked emaciated, sat quietly on the ground, his mind wandering, like a lost ghost. In the morning, he had convened a general meeting of the sect, but in the end, he was still soft-hearted and did not tell the truth about Ni Sheng. Now, on the verge of death, he just wants to be alone, so he stays in this place where he has been in seclusion for years, waiting for death to finally come. Looking back on this life, there are many regrets, and scenes from the past come to mind. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. His body had no strength left and even breathing was difficult. His old injuries flared up and his internal organs were bleeding, forcing him into a desperate situation. However, he no longer cared about it and just wanted to be freed naturally rather than relying on rebirth to extend his life. "Ugh" His sigh was filled with fatigue; the long years of reverse rebirth had cost him too much energy. On his deathbed, Zuo Rutong recalled his youth. At that time, his master was still alive, as were his fellow disciples. Although the sect was not big, it was full of joy and happiness. But over the past few decades, he, who succeeded the sect leader, only briefly brought the sect to its peak. What followed was the decline he had foreseen. It was inevitable. After all, the third level cannot lead to the sky, and it is difficult to deceive yourself. "call" The sense of the body gradually became numb, but the memory became clearer. Zuo Rutong was worried. He wondered where his junior brother who had gone down the mountain to travel was now, and whether he was alive or dead. Read the error-free version at 69shuba! 6=9+shu_ba is the first to publish this novel. If he also entered the third realm, it is impossible for him not to come back, or has he also discovered the truth and is unwilling to come back? Or did he die in battle in the northern border? Zuo Rutong was no longer able to think about all the complicated thoughts. He only felt endless regret. Before breaking through the barrier, he was full of expectations, thinking that it was a stairway to heaven leading to the Yunxiao Fairy Palace. However, after rushing through, he found that it was a bottomless abyss, and all his life's efforts were in vain. However, just when his consciousness was blurred, a strange and abrupt scene occurred. A bright circular rune appeared within three feet around where he was sitting, like some kind of powerful restriction. Then, Zuo Rutong raised his head with difficulty, his dull and lusterless long hair blocking his eyes. From the gap, he gradually saw a familiar black figure constantly condensing and appearing! That was his junior fellow apprentice who was away from home. How could he appear before my eyes at this time? Thinking of this, Zuo Rutong realized that he might be having a moment of clarity and seeing hallucinations, or that the so-called Underworld really existed and his junior brother who had passed away earlier came to pick him up. Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he accepted death calmly. The next moment, the tall and slender figure said something that made him unbelievable. "Brother, I am back. I have come back alone from the world 84 years later." "Why don't you practice your skills quickly?" "." "?" The voice ringing in Zuo Rutong's ears was like hearing the morning bell and evening drum. His body and mind couldn't help but be excited. The instinct of his years of practice was directly touched by this simple sentence, and he began to reverse his life on his own. "Wow!——" His old skin was recovering rapidly, becoming white and younger, and his skinny body was becoming plump and strong at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Master and Junior Brother"

Zuo Rutong sensed everything in reality and immediately discovered that this was not an illusion, but that there really was a fellow apprentice looking at him. The other person's figure was like a fairy, flawless, and the aura lingering around his body was mysterious and powerful, but it had the shadow of his junior brother. "Touch it, brother, and you will know everything." Jiang Mo reproduced some of his modern memories, turning them into a ball of light that floated into Zuo Rutong's hand. "Junior brother, is it really you?" Zuo Rutong smiled a smile that was a mixture of sadness and joy, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Without even a doubt, he reached out to touch the ball of light, and in an instant, countless memories came flooding back like a tide. He saw the future, he saw everything. After several hours, as if he had watched an immersive movie in its entirety, Zuo Rutong slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He had never expected that the sect would not only not decline in the future, but would grow stronger. The disciples who were once trained by him are also living well and have achieved success in their respective fields and are able to stand on their own. "Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother." Zuo Rutong would like to express his most sincere gratitude to the creator of all these miracles. The man said nothing, but opened his hands and embraced. Zuo Rutong walked forward tacitly and hugged him. After many years, the two finally met again. After a while, Jiang Mo took out the table and chairs from the storage pendant, set the table for the meal, and chatted with his senior brother about what had happened over the years. After learning the truth about future lives, Zuo Rutong's heart knot was untied. He felt free from the inside out and was filled with emotion. In the narrow and dim cave, the brothers talked about everything and reminisced about the past for several days. Zuo Rutong had no regrets before his death. He smiled brightly from the bottom of his heart, changing his usual gentle and polite attitude. He patted his junior brother's shoulder and laughed loudly, full of appreciation. "Junior brother, I am so happy!" "It's so rare that you come to see me, I'm so lucky!" "Brother, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely help you to be resurrected in this world." Jiang Mo said with a faint smile. "No, I am a dead person. It doesn't matter what the ending is." "What's important is that you take everyone along with you." Zuo Ruotong did not have a strong obsession with resurrection, but instead gave a caring exhortation: "Junior brother, you are taking too much risk by doing this. I have no regrets if I can know everything about the future before I die." "Promise me, promise me. Look after everyone and this world." In response, Jiang Mo nodded gently: "Do your best." "it is good"

"it is good" Zuo Rutong said hello repeatedly. He held Jiang Mo's right hand tightly, feeling the familiar body temperature. He smiled with relief and said nothing more. He closed his eyes and passed away, bringing his life to a perfect end. Jiang Mo looked at his peaceful senior brother, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently. After a long while, he stood up and cast a spell. The vortex of time and shadows spread out in an instant, and his figure suddenly disappeared. Silence returned to the cave. (End of this chapter)