"The war between monks is very different from the war between mortals. Once killed, not even the soul of the soul can be left, let alone the bones. Therefore, we can only use spiritual lamps instead to set up this Tomb of Heroic Souls."

When Nan Youyue said this, she paused and pointed her finger again.

"Look there, the Luo Qiong couple's spiritual lanterns are also there."

After hearing this, Liang Yan looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, among the sea of ​​thousands of lights, there was a lampstand with the word "Luo Qiong" engraved on it, and another lampstand next to it was engraved with the word "Luo Qiong".

Four words: "Oriental Lingyu".

"Sigh!" Liang Yan sighed softly.

"These are all monks who died in the war. No matter how high or low they were in life, whether they were the ancestors of the Transformation Tribulation or the pawns in the foundation-building stage, they are all the same after death. Their bodies and souls have turned into ashes, leaving only a bright light.

Floating and sinking in the sea of ​​clouds.”

After hearing this, Liang Yan felt deeply for a moment, and said leisurely: "After the monk dies, his body and soul will be destroyed. If he does not enter the reincarnation, he will disappear between heaven and earth forever. If we also die in this battle, for thousands of years

Will anyone remember us in the future?"

Nan Youyue didn't answer. She took Liang Yan and sat down by the sea of ​​clouds. She stared at the thousands of spiritual lanterns on the sea of ​​clouds, lost in thought.

In fact, Liang Yan knew the answer himself without her having to answer.

Back then, the Nine Saints slaughtered the immortals and ushered in the prosperous age of hundreds of schools of thought in the Antarctic Immortal Continent. But how many people know of their existence now?

In fact, there is not much difference between the world of life and the grass and trees. Most people can't even walk their own path well. Who cares about what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago?

"Liang Yan"

Nan Youyue's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.

Liang Yan came back to his senses and turned around to look.

He saw this beautiful woman in plain clothes sitting next to him, staring at him. Her face was still calm, but there was a hint of complexity deep in her eyes.

Both of them were silent for a moment, and finally Nan Youyue spoke first:

"Liang Yan, the war between the north and the south was a calamity for hundreds of millions of living beings. Since we are in this era, we also shoulder the responsibility. They say that cultivating immortality is for immortality, but I don't think that is always the case. The higher you go on the path of cultivating immortality, the better it becomes.

It is cold and lonely. If you are alone at the end, what is the meaning of immortality?"

After hearing this, Liang Yan was speechless for a moment.

After experiencing the North-South War, many of his ideas changed.

Is Nan Youyue right? Or is her persistence right? Maybe there is never right or wrong, because there is no end in sight on the road to immortality. Even if you have reached the realm of tribulation, you are just a toddler stumbling on the road.

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Hesitating, doubting, and hesitating, he, like Nan Youyue, was examining this path, not daring to take a random step, fearing that the next step would be shattered into pieces.

Suddenly I remembered the creator of "Tao Jian Jing".

"Tao seeker, Tao seeker, what kind of path did you find back then?"

Liang Yan sighed in his heart, but when he saw Nan Youyue in front of him, he smiled.

"for you."

Nan Youyue suddenly stuffed something into her.

Liang Yan looked down and found that there was a small white jade bottle in his hand. The body of the bottle was still emitting warmth, but there was also a hint of coldness in this warmth, which seemed extremely strange.

"This is."

"It's what you need." Nan Youyue's face was calm.

Liang Yan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly guessed what was in the bottle.

"You, you actually!"

Before he finished speaking, Nan Youyue suddenly came closer and sealed his lips with her fingers.

"In that battle half a year ago, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to repair Xuantian Pass, Nanxuan would not have been able to turn defeat into victory. The reinforcements that arrived later, Ning Bu, and the Shennong Husband all came because of you. These all show that compared to me, now
Chapter completed!