Wan Dao and the other two took a deep breath, and then, together with Yun Jin, entered the teleportation array.
There is no dizziness that occurs during normal teleportation, just a blink of an eye.
In Wandao's ears, the roar of people sounded.
The sun is high in the sky, and the breeze is blowing in my face.
They have left the volcanic chamber and come to the blue world?
Wan Dao was in a daze for a moment.
But he didn't have time to be in a trance for too long.
Suddenly.
Ouch!
A hard thing suddenly hit him.
Wan Dao didn't hide, he stretched out his hand naturally.
The Heavenly Soul Sword was held tightly in his hand.
"Master!"
The Tianpo Sword howled, and tears like a waterfall rolled down the sword.
Tianpojian can no longer control his emotions at all.
Before Yun Jin, through the sect's panel, he issued an order that Wan Dao and the others would return.
After Tianpojian was informed of this command, the entire sword fell into a trance.
His master...
His master is still alive?
And, is he really coming back?
Tianpo Sword has been crying since receiving the news!
He has been guarding and waiting for a thousand years in the blue world.
He thought. He was able to meet his little master, watch his little master establish the Wushuang Sect, and watch the Wushuang Sect rise again. This was already the happiest thing.
Original.
There are happier things than happiness.
His master is back.
He can still hold him.
They can still fight side by side.
His thousand years of waiting can actually lead to such a result.
An Tong cried and rushed over.
Wandao picked him up, and then he said helplessly: "An Tong, why don't you wear pants!"
This familiar voice...
This familiar voice The tone...
An Tong suddenly cried even harder.
Wandao could only keep coaxing this and that, he was extremely busy.
on the square.
Yun Jin gave the order in advance. At this moment, all the existing Wushuang Sect disciples gathered here.
Beyond that.
Qin Ping Hongye and others also personally visited the Four Holy Lands.
Following Yun Jin’s instructions, they had secret talks with the senior officials of the Four Holy Lands.
Now.
The senior officials of the four holy places, as well as the top geniuses in the holy places, are also gathered here.
Ji Wusi naturally came too.
He looked at Wan Dao, who was a little fussy after coaxing this and that, and his eyes became moist.
But.
He is Ji Wusi.
It’s not that useless sword.
It’s not that baby who hasn’t been weaned yet.
Ji Wusi took out the wine gourd and drank slowly.
Qingyun said jokingly: "Master Ji, you drank this wine from your mouth, but why did it spurt out from your eyes?"
Ji Wusi glared at him: "Slander! You are totally slandering!"
"I don't know if it is slander or not. But I took a photo in advance, and we will take a closer look then." Liuli said with a smile. .
Ji Wusi: "..."
What's going on with these people!
Just wait and see if he is a joke!
But forget it.
He is in a good mood today and does not care about this group of people.
Wandao is still alive, which is a great joy.
However, after the joy, Ji Wusi also felt a little depressed.
If I had known that this guy was still alive, wouldn’t all the wine he had given him on festival days for thousands of years have been wasted?
Those are some good wines that even he himself is reluctant to drink!
"Master Ji, long time no see." Suddenly, a voice rang.
Ji Wusi’s back suddenly stiffened.
He looked up.
The Wandao Saint has already coaxed the two, dragging them one after another, looking at him with a smile.
Ji Wusi's eyes softened, and a thousand words turned into only four words: "Long time no see." It was true.
Long time no see.
So, this meeting is particularly valuable.
"Xiao Jin, these... these people..." Liu Yun looked at the neatly dressed disciples in the square, and a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.
"These are all disciples of our Wushuang Sect." Yun Jin said with a smile.
The next moment.
Yun Jin walked among the disciples.
A uniform voice sounded in the square.
Yunjin also shouted with them.
"A total of seven hundred and twenty-three people from Wushuang Sect are here."
"Welcome to the saints of ten thousand ways."
"Welcome to the shadow Taoist."
" Welcome Fairy Liuyun.”
Wandao and the others stood there, with a myriad of emotions filling their hearts.
They have been cultivating Taoism for so long, and their character has reached the highest state of being unfazed by favor or humiliation.
But now, they still couldn't control their excitement, and even had the urge to cry.
Ji Wusi smiled and said suddenly.
"Ji Wusi, the head of the Kunlun Sword Sect. Lead the disciples of the Sword Sect and thank you for your generosity!"
Ji Wusi bent down and bowed seriously.
"Thank you for your righteousness, senior." Several Kunlun Sword Sect disciples accompanying him also saluted.
"Xuanfeng, the head of Xuandan Sect, leads the disciples in the sect to thank you all for your great kindness."
Xuanfeng also bent down.
"Thank you for your righteousness, senior." The Xuan Dan Sect disciples also followed suit.
“Sang Fan, the leader of the Beast Control Sect.”
"Lu Sen, the head of Qingxiao Pavilion."
Sang Fan and Lu Sen also followed the same instructions.
They all bowed seriously.
The seniors of Wushuang Sect are worthy of their respect with any etiquette.
Wandao and the others were at a loss.
At first.
When they made a decision, they didn't want to get anything in return, they just did what they wanted.
So many people died, and they never showed a trace of weakness.
They are just practicing their way, and they will have no regrets even if they die a hundred times.
But now.
Look at the people in the square.
All these years of hard work and sadness finally came back to me.
Wan Dao was still reluctantly enduring.
Shadow and Ling Yun could no longer control themselves and sobbed softly.
Thousands of years.
There are only three of them left in the entire Wushuang Sect.
They can no longer tell how many battles they have experienced and how many partings they have faced.
The partners who fought side by side left them one by one.
They also had thoughts of weakness in their hearts.
But they still suppressed all their emotions and continued to move forward in the darkness.
At that time, they never dreamed that they would come back one day.
There was silence in the square.
Everyone’s faces were full of sadness.
Of the hundreds of seniors of Wushuang Sect, only three have returned. They did not ask where the rest had gone.
No need to ask anymore.
They had never witnessed the bloody battles with their own eyes, but they could get a glimpse of it from the number of people who returned.
Just when Wandao couldn't help but shed tears.
Yun Jin smiled and waved the photo stone in his hand: "Master Wan Dao also cried, and all the tears have been collected. I have taken photos of them all. When the time comes, everyone will have a copy, and everyone will have it. "
Yun Jin said with a smile.
Wan Dao and the others immediately looked at Yun Jin.
Then, the three of them rushed towards Yun Jin in tacit agreement.
Yun Jin quickly put away the shadow stone, then hugged his head: "Don't slap me in the face! And don't try to steal my shadow stone!"
Wan Dao looked at Yun Jin with some humor, and then, He patted her shoulder gently and said warmly: "Xiao Jin. You have worked hard these years."
Yun Jin was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but raise his head.
Shadow and Ling Yun also looked at her with smiles. (End of chapter)