Su Yu waved his sleeves and took out a small and exquisite red jade tea box. He pointed it with two fingers, and two clear Bodhisattva leaves floated out from the red jade box and fell into the green wood cup.
The colorful mist curls up and down under the teapot, and the runes are flying, turning into the appearance of a divine phoenix. There are dots of runes lingering in it, which is extremely magnificent.
Under the reflection of the gorgeous mist, the patterns on the wooden lamp release strands of brilliance, as green as jade, with a rich Taoist spirit, which makes people look at them.
The spring water is gurgling, the life essence is steaming, the clouds are bright and rainbow-colored, and the fragrance fills the hall. The two people are sitting opposite each other.
Xiang Yufei smelled the fragrance of the tea, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "This should be the Bodhi tree in the Western Desert. I think you have a Bodhi tree because you have a very high status in Mount Sumeru. I didn't expect you to use the Bodhi tree as a tea set."
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In the hazy light and shadow, Su Yu's eyes were bright, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she smiled softly: "If you are willing, I can give you this tea set."
"What's the point of this? The imperial path is not possible, so why should a great man like you do this?"
The black-haired young man's voice was cold. He knew what Su Yu was thinking, but in Xiang Yufei's eyes, this kind of thing was meaningless and it was better to use it in practice.
Su Yu took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and said: "In the age of mythology, all emperors coexisted and respected the emperor..."
The emperor's attitude remained unchanged, and the broken lapis lazuli battle clothes on his body shone brightly. He stared at the steaming tea in front of him, and his mind was filled with thoughts.
"This life is very special. It can be called the most glorious golden age in millions of years. The geniuses of the ancient times, the outstanding figures of the world, the disciples of the gods, the ancient figures, the heirs of the ancient emperors, the descendants of the great emperors, the kings
Together, various inheritances from all over the world are born one after another, just to compete for the only throne..."
Su Yu's words were not fast, like flowing water on a small bridge, and entered the heart of people's hearts. The emperor listened silently and did not make any comments.
"Maybe in your eyes, the imperial path has reached the end of the road. But you are wrong. The path has no boundaries. The so-called ancient emperor is just the pinnacle of human nature. Above the extreme realm of the imperial path, there is the immortal path."
Seeing Su Yu talking about the realm of acting as an immortal, Xiang Yufei frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Are there really immortals in the world? According to legend, the Immortal Bell and the Desolate Tower are both immortal weapons, the supreme magic weapons refined by immortals.
Since there are immortals, for millions of years, no one has become an immortal, even as powerful as the Wushi Emperor. He has also fallen in the long river of time, and the path to immortality is elusive. Who can explain clearly."
"You actually know about the Immortal Bell and the Desolate Tower. Drink the tea. Your injury is serious. If you don't heal it, you may hurt your origin."
Su Yu pointed a finger, shattering the broken battle clothes on the young man's body, and then asked him to drink Shenquan Qingpu tea.
In the Phoenix Wood Celestial Palace, the candlelight is swaying, the breeze is blowing, and the nine immortal trees stand gracefully, with five colors intertwined, as gorgeous as a rainbow. Not far away, there is a fragrant medicinal fragrance floating, which is very harmonious and peaceful.
Faced with the palace master's kindness, Xiang Yufei remained silent for a few breaths, and finally picked up the jade cup and drank the tea.
The entrance of Shenquan Qingpu tea turned into crystal light. The Emperor of China circulated Xuan Gong, and his body bloomed with wisps of fairy light, like divine glass. The essence of life nourished his soul. The Immortal Platform was immortal, emitting thousands of streams of light, as bright as
stars.
"I received the inheritance from a quasi-emperor. He came from the legendary underworld and was the master of Yama Hall millions of years ago. In his notes, there are records of the Immortal Bell and the Desolate Tower."
"Master of Yama Palace?"
Su Yu's expression changed slightly. There are three lines in the underworld, namely the Underworld lineage, the Prison lineage, and the Yama lineage. The masters of the three halls are all the generals of the Quasi-Emperor Ninth Level Heaven.
He looked at the Emperor with clear eyes and chuckled: "I didn't expect that you had such a good chance that you actually received the inheritance from a man who would become a Taoist."
"It's just a scripture inheritance, there are no quasi-imperial soldiers!" He seemed to know what Su Yu meant, and took the initiative to explain to Yu Fei.
He mistakenly entered a magic mountain in Zhongzhou and fell into a desperate situation. He never thought about whether he would be able to find peace. He obtained a bone book engraved with ancient divine words, which included a scripture written by the quasi-emperor and the inheritance of the path of death in the Yama Palace.
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Two bundles of sacred springs flowed into the cup, and among the green light, the Taoist charm gradually emerged, and the tea mist transformed into the shape of a green lotus, entwining Su Yu's hair.
Su Yu didn't care about the inheritance from the underworld and continued: "The Immortal Bell and the Desolate Tower are indeed the weapons of immortals. There are a total of four immortal weapons in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, namely the Immortal Bell, the Desolate Tower, the Immortal Sword, and the Bronze Immortal Palace. And there is no beginning.
The emperor has not passed away."
The Emperor didn't care about immortal weapons. When he saw Su Yu talking about the Wu Shi Emperor, his heart moved and he thought of the divine bell that Su Yu had transformed into.
Su Yu looked into Xiang Yufei's eyes and said as calmly as the wind: "There are indeed no immortals in this world now, but there are people who are fighting for their lives in the world of mortals, and time has not taken their toll on them. How can they be called immortals? As for what I mean by true
Fake, I have obtained the inheritance of the Wushi Emperor and the Immortal Emperor, obtained the Imperial Soldiers of the Ruthless Emperor, and even personally entered the Bronze Immortal Palace. The Desolate Slaves in the Ancient Forbidden Land are the Desolate Lord’s test on the road to immortality.”
"Who is the Lord of Desolation? Has he really become an immortal?" There was a trace of confusion in Xiang Yufei's eyes. This is also something that monks in this world have in common. They have a special obsession with immortals.
After Ye Fan achieved great success, he was trapped by his relatives and friends Shou Yuan, and he also had doubts about immortality. Finally, he went to see the empress in person, and was relieved under the guidance of a ruthless man.
"That person's existence cannot be described, but she has been fighting for more than 200,000 years in the human world, and the path she takes is the path of immortality!" Su Yu said firmly with his eyes flowing.
"What you said is almost like myths and legends. I don't know which one to believe." The Emperor was speechless. The more Su Yu said, the more confused he became.
The inheritance of Wu Shi, the inheritance of ruthless people, the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor, the Bronze Immortal Palace, the Lord of the Ancient Forbidden Land...
What the other party talked about were the most amazing existences in the past and present. Even if Su Yu was a chaotic body and held an imperial weapon, he still couldn't believe it.
"Is your obsession with that girl? You cannot resurrect others in the realm of humanity, but not in the realm of immortality. In the ancient times, Emperor Huangtian resurrected his dead relatives and friends. As for whether it is true or not, would I talk so much to the dead?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Su Yu raised his cup and greeted Yu Fei. After drinking the tea, he left a purple jade slip and stood up to leave.
"Now that I know so much, it's up to you to choose life or death. Follow me, and when I take charge of the destiny, I will help you step into the imperial position in the future!"
The light in the hall was like water. Looking at the Bodhi tea set in front of him and the jade slips on the table, the young man in mysterious clothes was silent.
Time seemed to be stopped by the wind and sand. Xiang Yufei was like a statue, sitting there alone. There was a scene of wandering tracks in his eyes, which was extremely profound. He didn't know what he was thinking...
"The second general of the Chaos Emperor. The Central Emperor, the Northern Emperor, and the Southern Demon." Su Yu walked out of the palace door and looked back at Huangmu Palace with an incomprehensible expression.
He treated the Emperor with courtesy. But after hearing his secret, Xiang Yufei was destined to be unable to leave, and would either become his slave or his follower.
As for death...
"If you fall into my hands, it will be difficult for you to die." A cold look appeared in Su Yu's eyebrows.
He planted a demon seed in the Qing Bo tea, and with his cultivation of killing the third heaven, Xiang Yufei could not escape his control.
There are dozens of geniuses who have entered the alternative realm of enlightenment in this life, Zhong Huang and Nan Yao are two of them, and Wang Teng is not inferior to these two in the slightest.
Even in Su Yu's eyes, Wang Teng's talent is higher than that of Zhong Huang and Nan Yao. Now, under his training, Wang Teng is getting better and better. He has a deeper understanding of the ancient inheritance and his future is limitless.
This is also why Su Yu prefers Wang Teng as the number one general of the Chaos Empire. After all, this man is famous throughout the world. In the Perfect Era and the Heaven-Shading Era, only the Immortal King An Lan can rival him.
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The rest of the geniuses, whose talents are as stunning as Yi Tiande's, whose physiques are as strong as Yaoguang's, and whose luck is as great as Taichu's, are not even as good as Wang Teng.
The clouds are blowing, and the young man is rich and handsome, surrounded by chaotic energy, like an immortal.
Facing Shenyang, Su Yu showed a bright smile. Not far away, the void peeled off, and a goddess in a white dress looked at him from a distance.