This is the Immortal Inn, where four immortals live in seclusion.
But at this moment, the bodies of these four immortals could not stop trembling.
Their hearts were empty, as if something was missing.
"Lord..."
What they are missing is a connection with a certain person. That person is extremely important to them, even more important than their own lives.
Chu Cheng left and took back the blood slave seeds. He gave them a chance to be free. They were no longer restricted by his own death, and they would be buried together.
These are Qingmu, Xiao Yan, Zhen Buer, and Yao Shuang. In the past, Chu Chenggang set foot in Cangyuntian and subdued the blood slaves.
These four people are different from others in that they are extremely fanatical about themselves. Even if they have no slaves, they are still loyal to themselves wholeheartedly.
Before leaving, Chu Cheng decided to take back the slave race. Even if he is now the master of the nine heavens and ten earths, the future will be full of crises. The ten thousand-year agreement will also have to be divided into life and death.
Only in this way, in front of that person, can we break free from the shackles, exchange death for a desperate situation, and exchange for a victory.
In the inn, under the horrified eyes of the escorts, two figures appeared, and the fairy light was overwhelming, illuminating the dark night.
The two of them stared at the jade bottle on the table, turned their heads slightly, looked out the door, and vaguely understood something.
The light illuminates the night in all directions, and even the culverts that were originally invisible to the sky and earth are illuminated at this moment.
But in all directions, I couldn't see the figure I wanted to see.
The fairy light then moved towards the sky, and people were shocked on the spot. Two more fairy lights appeared. In a flash, the four figures appeared outside the house, like four blazing suns in the world.
The light was too dazzling, but... the escorts still saw the four figures, kneeling down cross-legged, not knowing who they were kneeling down to worship and kowtow to.
"This bottle of Moonlight Pill is enough for them to survive several life-and-death crises."
After finishing Fu Yi, Chu Cheng had to meet one last person before leaving the world of Canghai.
Thirty thousand years ago, when Chu Cheng was in retreat, he showed Taoist Master Lingbao a clear path.
The path to truth and falsehood does not necessarily lie solely in objects. Even if an empty vessel can be copied, it will ultimately be an external object, not one's own power.
When he sees water as water and he sees himself as water. When he sees the heaven and earth as heaven and earth and he sees himself as heaven and earth, he may not be able to live freely in the world and do as he pleases, and he will not be disturbed by the wind and clouds.
….
Some people travel across thousands of rivers, mountains, and starry skies just to find the path that suits them.
After thirty thousand years, he finally knew what he had always wanted to pursue.
What he has always wanted to pursue is his most beloved senior brother. The extremely powerful Immortal Lord who single-handedly quelled the darkness and turmoil.
The senior brother has always been in this person's heart, so he also has to follow the senior brother's path and experience the road he has walked under his feet.
"I am the Immortal Lord of this world. I am invincible in the world. I can suppress all enemies in the world. Follow me. I will be immortal and you will be immortal too."
Surrounded by mountains, there are continuous mountains. The streams in the mountains run along the foot of the mountains. The water is especially clear. Fish are swimming in the open air, and you can see green leaves gradually drifting away with the flowing water.
There is a figure, suspended in the mountain peak, a white robe dancing in the wind. With his breath, he has the power to swallow mountains and rivers, and the whole world is rising and falling because of it.
This is a white-haired man with an extraordinary handsome appearance, with a few traces of vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows.
Behind the man, there are stars twinkling, as if this starry sky exists because of him and is wonderful because of him.
Stars were spinning behind the man. If you look carefully, you will see that these are not real stars, but phantoms, but the power of the stars contained is not much weaker than the real stars.
Here, you can even hear the sound of gusts of wind blowing the leaves, as if behind the starry sky, there are flowers blooming on the branches, and the sound of the river waves is endless.
This white-haired man is like a god from the Nine Heavens, and every move he makes can resonate with the world.
"I don't believe it."
The discordant sound reached the man's ears, causing his body to
rock.
"Little girl, you are going too far..." The white-haired man frowned, and the vision of heaven and earth behind him disappeared.
He is the Immortal Lord and is worshiped by thousands of immortals. Even the powerful ones in the realm of destruction must kneel down and worship him with great piety when they see him.
However, he met such a woman. She was dressed in white and had an extremely beautiful appearance. She was as beautiful as a pearl, her beauty was shining, and there was a bookish air between her eyebrows.
No matter how he explains it or uses earth-shattering methods, even if he just suppressed a strong man in the late stage of Nirvana, he still doesn't believe it.
"In this world, except for the Immortal Lord, who can suppress a Mysterious Realm Immortal so easily?" the white-haired man said again.
"Me." The woman in white smiled, stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, looked up at the person in front of her, and said.
"…….."
"It's only in the late stage of Nirvana. It's not difficult to suppress them. If it were me, I could also suppress them." The woman said, very seriously, and it didn't sound like she was lying.
In her words, she revealed a bland description of a second-step immortal who can be killed.
"We have been getting along for a few days. You are a pretty girl. Since I have fallen in love with you, it is not because I am covetous of your beauty. But for some reason, I just wanted to take you in on a whim when I saw you.
He is the only direct disciple." The white-haired man sighed softly and landed in front of the woman.
"I have been on the road to invincibility all my life, but I have never been able to inherit it personally. If you are willing, I will pass on everything I have learned throughout my life to you. From now on, you will be the new master of the Immortal Court!"
This is a temptation that ordinary people cannot refuse. Becoming a disciple of the Immortal Master is what many people dream of, let alone being the only direct disciple.
This was a great opportunity and good fortune. From then on, it skyrocketed to a height of ninety thousand miles, below one person and above hundreds of millions of people.
"I'm not interested." The woman in white still shook her head, and then sat on the rock, looking up at the disappearing world behind the white-haired man, feeling a little dazed.
"Think clearly, this store won't exist after this road." The white-haired man said.
"Before this, I have always wanted to see the Immortal Lord. Even if I just take a look from a distance." The woman suddenly said this.
These words made the white-haired man overjoyed, and he quickly said: "Now, this Immortal Master is in front of your door. As long as you become my direct disciple, I will let you see me as my master. Even if you have close friends who want to see me,
They are also allowed to come together."
"……."
The woman in white rolled her eyes, retracted her gaze from the distance, and turned to look at the white-haired man, as if looking at a fool.
"Forget it, forget it, you are quite interesting. I hope we can see you again later. It's time for me to leave." The woman in white regained her expression, turned around at last, and blew a trumpet towards the foot of the mountain.
The next moment, a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the mountain, startling birds to fly, like the sound of a beast, startling all the creatures in the mountain.
"Wait a minute, little girl! Haven't you always wanted to see me? Now that I am in front of you, how can you just leave? This is your opportunity, your destiny. I will send you here right now.
You are an empty vessel, just a greeting gift." The white-haired man panicked, this was the first person who didn't take him to heart.
It is very difficult and challenging. But if he fails, there may be a problem with his Taoist heart.
"You are very similar to him, even in the aura and Taoism. But what is fake is fake. You are not the Immortal Lord." The woman in white shook her head and waved her hand behind her.
"Fellow Taoist, goodbye."
As soon as he said this, the white-haired man's eyes shrank sharply, and his whole body was shaken like thunder, as if he had encountered a nine-day thunderstorm.
The white-haired man is Taoist Master Lingbao.
For the past thirty thousand years, he has blindly imitated his senior brother's Tao with his own Taoism.
The true and false ways are indeed terrifying. In the past, Chu Cheng's nine true ways were perfected and entered the final stage of destruction. Taoist Master Lingbao used the true and false ways to copy, and the nine true ways were perfected. Even the body of Tai Ling could copy a few
It has different meanings and is extremely powerful.
Today's Lingbao Taoist Master is the first person who can truly rely on his own strength to stand at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Under the Sky Realm.
Even the Tao of Yin and Yang, Yi Shi Chao, is somewhat imitated. Even the great masters of the Sky Realm will be repulsed by its fake and real aura when they see this.
However, the name of this man in white revealed his identity.
Not the Immortal Lord….
In the past 30,000 years, who could have seen through his identity? Even if his senior brother came and stood beside him, it would be difficult for anyone to see through.
"Who...are you...why do you say that I am not the Immortal Master?" Taoist Master Lingbao was shaken and confused for a moment. Could it be that this road still has huge flaws.
"Your imitation is very similar. It can be said that it is seven out of ten. If you hadn't learned that I was leaving and lost your sense of proportion, your tone would not have been so bad. As for why you said you are not the Immortal Master..."
The woman in white suddenly turned around, and a white shadow appeared behind her.
This is a huge white tiger.
Her figure stood up in the air and sat on Bai Hu. The corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily, revealing two pear dimples, and she chuckled: "Because you don't know how to make fragrant red bean soup."
"Red bean soup?" Taoist Master Lingbao was stunned. What is the connection between this red bean soup and the Immortal Master?
"Because only the Immortal Lord, the biggest hero in the world, can cook my favorite red bean soup..."
Taoist Master Lingbao was puzzled, and his expression suddenly changed.
The woman in white who was originally smiling was actually biting her thin lips at this moment, holding the white tiger's fur with both hands, and her palms slightly touched the nails that penetrated the fur, which stung a little.
Her eyes were getting moister, her vision was getting blurry, and her nose was getting redder and redder.
At this moment, she wanted to cry. Years of grievances, years of longing, and many words in her heart wanted to be let out in one moment.
She didn't want to cry because...she had grown up. But no matter how hard she tried to hold back her emotions, she still couldn't control them.
Taoist Master Lingbao was stunned, then sensed something and turned around hurriedly.
The light gradually becomes thicker, and the spring breeze brings warmth.
He saw the figure of the woman in white that he wanted to see.