The best golden pupil

Chapter 1625 Inheritance of Hongmeng
The mind and soul fluctuated, just like a calm lake suddenly rippled.

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

However, the lake has no more waves!

"No... no, master, master, wake up, I'm a disciple, I'm Ning Tao... master..." Ning Tao burst into tears unknowingly.

Miao Jingjing, who was on the side, was in great pain. As soon as she heard the news, she rushed to Hongmeng with the masters of the Tianjiao overnight, and she must not let this flagpole fall.

Several ancestors sighed bitterly.

Only Shaolin Patriarch shook his head and said: "It's useless, after you left, we also put his body into the ice coffin because we felt the fluctuation."

"How could this happen, it's impossible, I clearly felt the fluctuation, my master is not dead, he is not dead," Ning Taohong roared unwillingly.

"Oh, idiot, don't be obsessed with it anymore."

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

The Wudang Patriarch shook his head bitterly.

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, my master must have fluctuated because I came back, he is conscious, yes, he is conscious, he is still alive."

Ning Tao grabbed a few people and explained anxiously.

But several patriarchs, even Miao Jingjing shook their heads in tears, it was already...impossible.

"Pfft..."

Ning Tao fell down next to the ice coffin, as if all his strength had been sucked out, looking at the old master with a pair of lifeless eyes, with a kind smile on his face...

Beautiful memories flooded my mind.

From the first time we met outside the city and led him into the gate of practice, he has been in great crisis many times. The master asked for help dryly, Jincheng, Elder Pavilion...

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

Seeing Ning Tao crying and laughing, the ancestors couldn't say anything, and they could only shake their heads bitterly.

Looking down the mountain, a large black figure stood up, it was the disciples who were gritted their teeth and practiced enduring grief.

The ancestor had expected that Ning Tao would be like this, so he didn't prepare for the funeral, but chose the 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 whisper came from her ear: "Is there any way to resurrect?"

"Huh? What... what?"

Several people were taken aback. Ning Tao must not be insane. The Shaolin patriarch recited Buddhist scriptures and comforted him: "Lord leader, accept the reality."

"That's right, people cannot be resurrected after death, this is something you and I know very well, how could it be possible to be resurrected, don't think too much about it," Patriarch Emei said seriously for the first time.

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

The latter was startled, quickly hugged Ning Tao and said with red eyes, "Don't think about it anymore, let it pass, Hong Meng, everyone is still waiting for you."

"My lord, that kind of thing is impossible. I have lived for so many years and I have never heard of it. On the contrary, if you continue like this, there will be problems."

The ancestor of Tianshan comforted softly.

But when Ning Tao moved, his body convulsed and said: "I'm not crazy, and whoever said that no one was resurrected, there was such a person once."

"My lord, don't make jokes. How is this possible? We have lived for so many years and have never heard of it. No one will believe that people are resurrected from the dead."

Patriarch Qingcheng denied it with a stiff smile.

Miao Jingjing and the others felt their scalps go numb, and Ning Tao's face was still very determined. Is there really such a person in this world?
Immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva, said with difficulty: "Who?"

Ning Tao took a deep breath, looked at several people with piercing eyes, and blurted out word by word: "World Lord!"

"Uh……"

Several great patriarchs looked at each other in astonishment, with an indescribably strange expression on their faces, world lord?

"Leader, those are all tricks used by the religious government to deceive people. They say that the Lord of the World has been resurrected, but in fact it is all to deceive believers, and it is basically fabricated," the Shaolin patriarch struggled.

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 must know something with rich experience, let him tell me if there is any way."

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

Seeing this scene, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, the power of his soul spread, and his gaze instantly turned to the halfway up the mountain.

He remembered that Mo Lao was there when he left!
"Whizzing!"

A few figures flashed, and Ning Tao came halfway up the mountain in an instant holding the ice coffin, his face gradually dull.

In the line of sight, there are two old figures, one of them exudes the air of death and silence, the whole body is shining with gray colors, and there are many ancient magic lines.

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

Mo Yuntian, Zhou Heng!

Seeing this, Ning Tao's face changed drastically, and he rushed over like lightning, but a one-armed figure stood in front of him instantly, shaking his head with bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

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

The crowd was silent, their expressions gloomy.

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

"And my arm was hit at that time. I realized something was wrong in an instant and chopped it off directly. However, my cultivation base still fell to the fourth level of refining gods, and I was barely stable in the middle stage. That blow was really terrible."

Ning Tao's face was pale, and a heart that had been put together with great difficulty was broken into pieces.

"Then...so old him?"

"He has been waiting for you. When he realized that something was wrong, he hurriedly told you to find him when you came back, and then it became like this, for three days."

Zhou Heng looked at Mo Lao and sighed.

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

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

"Mr. Mo, are you...are you alright?" the ancestors asked anxiously.

Mo Lao ignored them, but stared at Ning Tao and said solemnly: "Boy, let me ask you a question. Can you remove the quasi-word of your quasi-leader?"

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Ning Tao's heart also twitched, but when he saw how difficult it was, he immediately nodded and said: "I am willing, I am ready for this day."

"Okay, haha..."

Mo Yuntian's eyes seemed to burst out with bright light, and his voice was like a big bell, and he shouted majesticly: "All the disciples of Hongmeng obey your orders. In my name, Mo Yuntian, I will inherit Ning Tao as the leader of Hongmeng."

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

The sound was like thunder from the nine heavens, and it lingered for a long time.

From the ancestors to the outer disciples, thousands of people respectfully went up the mountain and said, "Good!"

(End of this chapter)