The First Two Twenty-Six Chapters Fight Tiangong (2)

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Twelve times of ramming the earth transformed the Qingyun Dojo, which was originally just a lump of soil, into a fairy family dojo full of fairy spirit.

This effect is similar to that of an old hat turning into a handsome guy.

Brothers Qingyun, as Sun Hao and Zhizhenjun tamped down again and again, bursts of appalling cheers erupted.

Qingyun Taoist Temple is about to complete its shaping. This is a unique and much-anticipated Daoist Temple of this sect.

Just like watching his own child being born, Sun Hao's heart is also full of expectations for the Qingyun Dojo that is about to be fully shaped and successful.

When the last tamping was completed, the Qingyun Dojo as a whole radiated a soft light, and the whole body was covered with a faint halo. In the sunlight, it looked ethereal and mysterious. In the air, the main peak of Qingyun slowly rotated.

The monks raised their heads and shouted: "Qingyun, Qingyun..."

Master Zhizhen arched his hands slightly to Sun Hao: "Congratulations to Chen Xiang, you're done, the dojo is shaped..."

Sun Hao smiled happily, arched his hands, and when he was about to return the gift, he felt a sudden pain in his heart. At this moment, the consonant heart ape suddenly broke out, and he had a sudden whim, and a very bad feeling came to his heart.

The cheers of the monks are still in my ears.

The congratulatory sound of Zhizhenjun is still in front of him.

But in Sun Hao's heart, he felt the abnormal movement in his blood as if in a dream.

At this moment, at the moment when Qingyun Dojo was born, Sun Hao suddenly sensed that at this moment, far away in Xia Guonan County, his hometown Lanlin Town, his only blood relative. His own younger sister, Sun Qian, looked in the direction of Qing Yunmen and passed away.

The cheers of the monks are still in my ears.

The congratulatory sound of Zhizhenjun is still in front of him.

But Sun Hao has a kind. Since then, I have become a feeling of being alone.

When you are successful in cultivation, looking back a hundred years, you have already become a whole body.

I couldn't help but feel sad, everyone in the world thinks that immortals are good, but who knows that immortals suffer in their hearts, from their parents. When it comes to younger brothers and sisters, when they passed away, Sun Hao was thousands of miles away, so he could only pay homage far away.

In the past, his cultivation base was low, so he couldn't perceive the death of his relatives.

Now that his cultivation base is high, Sun Hao really feels his sister's death. The moment was filled with sorrow.

Sitting cross-legged with a tacit understanding, Xuanyuan Hong, who had never expressed any expression, opened her eyes at this moment, and called softly: "Hao, are you okay?"

Sun Hao's consonant heart ape immediately felt the greeting and comfort from Xuanyuanhong, and felt the sincere care and concern in Xuanyuanhong's heart.

Feeling warm in his heart, Sun Hao shook his head and said softly: "Xiaohong, I'm fine, thank you for your concern, the construction of the dojo. There is one last step, let's continue."

Xuanyuanhong nodded her head and one foot. He flew up in the air and came to Sun Hao's side. Next to Sun Hao, standing side by side, stretched out his small hand, took Sun Hao's palm, and said, "We will fight side by side."

Sun Hao's heart warmed up, he nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let you and I complete the last step of building the dojo together."

Xuanyuanhong blushed slightly, let go of Sun Hao's big hand, clasped his palms together, raised his chest, and the True Girl Sword stood on top of her head, emitting bursts of blue light upwards.

Sun Hao's shoulders sank slightly, and when he looked sideways, Xiao Huo blinked his eyes and looked at him cleverly. At the same time, Xiao Huo's voice came from his heart: "Brother, I will fight side by side with you too."

Sun Hao's heart warmed again. Although his relatives had passed away, there were still many people around him who would never leave him, but they were enough to be moved and cherished by him.

He replied in his heart: "Okay, Xiaohuo, let's complete the last step of building the dojo together."

Qingyun Dojo completed its shaping, but Sun Hao was still there.

Moreover, Master Zhennv's Zhennv sword radiates blue light, that is to say, Qingyun Dojo has not been completed in the end.

The cheers of the monks gradually calmed down, and they all looked at Sun Hao in the air.

Sun Hao stood in the air with his hands behind his back, and said slowly and solemnly: "Just now, Chen Xiang sensed that I am the last and only one in this world, my blood relative, my mortal sister, who was finalized in Qingyun Dojo. For a moment, let go of this world..."

One hundred thousand Qingyun monks and thousands of spectator monks were all taken aback.

High above the sky, True Lord Sirius couldn't help opening his eyes. Sun Hao's younger sister can also be regarded as his descendant. Unexpectedly, another descendant let go before him.

Sighing in his heart, True Lord Sirius closed his eyes again. At his age, life and death are far too many. The blood relatives of his generation have long forgotten what he looks like. It has been too long. I hope that Chen Xiang will , don't be too sad.

As the suzerain, Xuanyuan Hongxuan was the first to react. In mid-air, he bowed slightly and said loudly, "Lord Chen Xiang's condolences."

One hundred thousand monks all bowed together and said, "Master Chen Xiang mourns."

Sun Hao put his hands behind his back, looked at the Qingyun Dojo in the sky, and said leisurely: "Yes, the dead are gone, and the past is hard to recover. My generation of monks needs to endure it. Looking back a hundred years, it is slightly sad, but it is our generation. A lesson that monks must go through, fellow Taoists, don’t you think that the Qingyun Dojo in front of you is missing something?”

Before the other monks could speak, Xiaoyuhuaku had already shouted loudly: "It's nothing bad, it feels good, it's handsome and cool, and it should be quite practical..."

Xiaoyu Feitian kicked him again, and cursed: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

Sun Hao ignored him, but looked up into the sky, with his eyes already opened, Lord Sirius.

Seeing how Sun Hao looked at him, Master Sirius couldn't help but nodded, and said slowly: "I will just say one word, the essence."

Xiaoyu Huaku laughed loudly: "Master Ku understands this time, the two words he clearly said..."

Xiaoyu Huaku doesn't understand the realm of True Lord Sirius.

However, Sun Hao has already said loudly: "Yes, although Qingyun Dojo is established in the world, but now, he lacks an inner essence that can truly be passed down through the ages, the essence, that is, the spiritual essence. Just now, I was also thinking, What kind of spirit, what kind of essence should we Qingyun give him, so as to embody the core of my Qingyun?"

Before the monks could give him an answer, Sun Hao had already said loudly: "At the moment when my relative passed away, at the moment when my heart was extremely sad, Sun Hao suddenly understood that the purpose of our monks' cultivation is to be a fairy, that is, You must change your fate against the sky, make a steady rise to the top, and live forever."

While speaking, Sun Hao's body began to show a faint aura of fighting against heaven and earth.

And the real girl sword on Xuanyuan's red head also gave a soft chime, as if echoing with Sun Hao from afar.

Mr. Zhizhen stood up slowly, and said in a clear voice: "Chen Xiang is right, my generation of monks will fight against the sky, change our fate against the sky, and spread the blue clouds..."

After finishing speaking, he waved the Taiyi cloud in his hand, and a momentum emerged from his body, following Sun Hao, and gathered together.

Xiao Huo opened his mouth and spat out a small fan, held it in his small paws, and fanned it upwards, bursts of fighting spirit surged up in his body, and merged into Sun Hao's body.

On the land of all directions, the other Nascent Soul True Monarchs of Qingyun Sect looked at me and I looked at you, just as they were about to stand up and agree.

In the phalanx of monks watching the ceremony, Yi Lu Denghuo laughed long, stood up, swayed in the air, reappeared, and stood beside Sun Hao, and said loudly: "Chen Xiang, you and I will go to the funeral market together. Cultivating celestial talismans, fixing ice and snow, crossing the brave, mending the sky, fighting again and again, fighting the sky and the earth, today, let me be together, and do my best..."

While talking, recalling the passionate Burial Market, Yi Lu Denghuo's aura surged, and boundless fighting spirit poured into Sun Hao's aura.

With a move in Sun Hao's heart, Lingxu Xinyuan instantly sensed the sincerity of Yilu's lights, and couldn't help thinking of the past when the mirage mirror illuminated Yilu's lights. Alright, True Monarch Jianjun, you and I shall fight side by side..."

While speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and a golden Dou Tian stick appeared in his hand.

The Dou Tian stick pointed down obliquely, Sun Hao looked at the Qingyun Dojo in the sky, and said in a clear voice: "My generation of monks will fight against the sky and the earth for the rest of their lives. The way of heaven is rough, if anyone blocks me, there is only one battle..."

The momentum on his body became more and more vigorous, and boundless fighting spirit surged out from his body, soaring to the sky.

Surrounded by Yilu Denghuo, Xuanyuanhong, Zhizhenjun and even Xiaohuo, they were all stimulated by Sun Hao's fighting spirit, their beards and hair were flying, their spirits were flying, and their fighting spirit was extremely high.

Sun Hao said in a loud voice: "Today, in the Qingyun Dojo, I was born to fight against the sky..."

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