"De Xing" is a team name. When Tao is embodied, virtue is used, when Tao is hidden, virtue is revealed, and when Tao exists, virtue is performed.

It is composed of five immortals, namely benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.

Similar to virtue, the Five Immortals are much stronger than the Five Earth Immortals. Their excessive sense of justice makes them so righteous that they don't even care about any sect.

They are so strict with themselves and hope that people in the three realms will do the same.

"Sweeping Dust" is a team that comes from the dust. The four of them are in the fairyland of the earth, Dongtian, Nanhuang, Xixuan and Beihuang. These four usually live separately in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Once they unite, even the ordinary fairyland will be destroyed.

Had to die miserably.

After Li Huo and Ying registered their names, Taoist Duobao looked at the more than 300 teams and felt somewhat satisfied.

After more than ten days, Jie Jiao's strength has greatly increased. Now that there are so many people, it is not that easy for the demons to attack.

After Yun Zhongzi, Guangchengzi, and Chi Jingjing came to Jiejiao, the safety of Penglai Xiandao was greatly guaranteed, and the assassination incident did not happen again.

The Death Immortal finally gathered eighteen people in the divine realm and formed the "Death Immortal Group" as they wished. Probably due to their lack of strength, they temporarily settled in Fangzhangzhou and lived with the Xuan Guan Sin Immortal behind the mountain. They did not go there recklessly.

Join the coaching team.

Wenxian had a few drinks in the tavern today. He was drunk and walked on the street with hazy eyes, approaching step by step towards the big garden that only belonged to him.

It has been more than 400 years since the Wenxian, who has reached the level of gods, came to Penglai. Although all his relatives have died of old age, among the loose immortals, Wuxian, who has always had a martial spirit, is his best friend.

The martial arts have the same cultivation level, but each has its own specialty.

Wenxian is good at talismans, incantations, direct killings, formations, and games. He has a restrained, calm personality and a very strategic vision.

Wu Xian is crazy about martial arts and is proficient in swordsmanship, boxing, blacksmithing, medicine and the Five Elements. His humorous personality creates an extraordinary life. Even if he encounters a powerful opponent, he can fight calmly and save life and death.

A combination of both civil and military talents, even if they are not good at plotting with each other, can still find the best point of convergence through tacit understanding, thereby overcoming the bumps on the road to immortality.

Wenxian pushed open the garden gate and came to the pavilion with ease. There was a teapot with cold water in it, which should be able to sober up his drunkenness.

There was no servant girl in the huge garden, not even a sweeper. This was related to Wenxian's unique personality, because he was not cheerful and sometimes seemed stubborn and pedantic.

In the otherwise deserted pavilion, there is now a pot of scalding warm wine that is gradually cooling down.

The man sitting on the futon had been waiting for some time. Although he was very patient, he finally burst into anger when he saw Wenxian was drunk.

"You made me wait for a long time. Even if you are a beautiful woman, I will not forgive you. Your sin is not small!"

Wenxian squinted at the person in the pavilion and saw a man in a purple and gold shirt. He couldn't help but perked up and laughed: "You came to disturb me just to say that even if I am a beautiful woman, you have to blame me. Then

Kill me? To be able to say this to a garden owner who has only been drunk for a hundred years shows how bad your temper is. I don't think that a beauty with a fair face and skin as good as snow would blindly fall in love with you.

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"Your stubbornness will only cost you your life. Asking me to question this is not the behavior of a wise man. People like you are dangerous. Your extreme virtues will make us very troubled. Let's get rid of you first, or we can be better."

Let those ignorant and fearless fools clear their heads!"

As the man in the purple and gold shirt spoke, he threw a pot of warm wine at Wenxian, and at the same time unleashed the deadly underworld energy.

The two of them were five feet apart, but they were so close to each other that even the murderous intent couldn't tolerate the calm air.

Wenxian has always been a submissive person, but he made an exception at this moment because he did not want to end his useless life. Loneliness has never left him. He should say hello before the fate of death comes!

"Actually, I don't hate you, because those who stand alone are pitiful, especially immortals. But my fate is more precious than yours, so I have no choice. No choice is the worst.

Good choice, isn't it?"

The man pinched Wenxian's neck with just two fingers, ending his struggling life.

"Because troubles will always continue, being able to execute the kill order without any worries is the easiest choice. I hope you don't have any complaints. I don't want to be plagued by bad luck!"

The man in the purple and gold shirt ruthlessly threw away the last bit of tenderness that belonged to Wenxian and strode away.

The world has never lacked strong people who are good at breaking free from the shackles of fate. A mere literary immortal is nothing more than a panic gift left to the 60,000 immortals gathered on Penglai Island.

The cold wind began to bite the bones, and the vast cold sea surrounded Penglai. The fairy island was already full of lonely patients, and the demons used various strange methods to erode the essence. Is it Jie Jiao who is seriously ill, or is it the self-righteous Rahu?

This winter has been particularly cold. The biting wind howls by and the sharp sound of breaking through the air is extremely harsh. Only the vast color of the deep sea can compete with the high sky in swallowing whales.

The cold snowflakes fell sparsely on the human heart, falling on the body of the Martial Immortal, turning him into a grizzled Windrunner.

"If you could become famous all over the world, where would you go?" He remembered what Wenxian asked him.

"Everyone is the protagonist in the world. Since they are born to grow up, why should the immortals flying in the sky have a dazzling aura? They can live happily and not die, but we can't compete for this honor?" Wu Xian replied

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Ninety years later, the two of them bid farewell to each other in silence to the village where they were born and raised, praying for God's blessings with subtle and wordless words, soaring through the clouds and mists all the way, and finally became proud of the world and became a member of the immortals.

A hundred years of vicissitudes bring five hundred years of loneliness, and one day of laughter is doomed to infinite eternity.

But the wind and snow attacked and killed Youyou, buried the seeds of tears, and let Wu Xian trample on the body of friendship.

Frightened and frightened, stronger than the wind, colder than the snow, all the world will be dimmed, and the destroyed world will also destroy his only smile.

The trembling hands picked up the cold zombie. As an immortal, this is so desolate and sad. The bits and pieces that are no longer gone, what is left, the wind and snow...

Wu Xian knew that the demons took action first, so it was not surprising to kill anyone, but it was a bit unfair to let an innocent lonely person bear the hatred accumulated over thousands of years!

Rahu, it’s enough to take revenge on Tongtian Taoist, why should you sow the seeds of ambition indiscriminately? The pain can be endured, but can a lonely person bear loneliness?

Even though the green jade fingers and fair and supple skin can bring him the remaining thoughts, the beauty is like bones, and the poison riddled with conscience has long been swallowed, and the attack may not kill the immortal.

But how can one expect eternal snow to be used as a sacrifice for a heart-breaking death?

Wu Xian, whether he lives to perpetuate true love and hatred, or to expel this thick haze, it may not matter, because when the entire garden turned into a tomb for storing immortal corpses, Wu Xian took out the sword and pointed

God made a blood oath.

Luo Hu could survive the cold winter with white snow, but Jie Jiao could not bear the baptism of the unknown.

If washing blood with blood can dye the entire white snow of Penglai Immortal Island red, then will the three thousand demon gods be waiting for it?

The obvious conspiracy was hidden by the heavy snow. Who would kill whom, who would betray whom, these were all insignificant, because Rahu had completely enriched his wings, and even his ambitions were unprecedentedly expanded.

Waiting for it, he had already lost his composure and would leave the stage. He turned back to Tian and Shun Weitian. This competition between them made Xiang Jian of Sanxian Mountain think about it carefully. The taste of it was simply thought-provoking.

"Luo Hu can't wait any longer. Five hundred regiments have been established. In this battle, the Jie Cult has a large number of people. Will the demons become sacrificial swords?" he said.

"The mortal world is about to usher in the new year, and the battle between immortals and demons is imminent. If it is slower to die just sitting there and waiting for death than to fight hard, I won't have any objections." Yuhua said.

"Xiang Jian is greedy for life and afraid of death. He wants to move in silence and wait for work in leisure. I'm afraid Luo Hu won't let him realize his wish, right?" Pingting curled her lips and said.

"Although the words are good, they don't necessarily have to be said like this. If Luo Hu wants to destroy Jiejiao, it is very important to distinguish the priorities. The eight disciples and the seven immortals who accompany him are the thorns in his side. As for how to use this plan, it depends
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