Luo Manping looked at himself for a long time and remained silent.
In the underworld, there are five nobles who correspond to the five steps on the path to immortality.
In the fifth step, the monk can be crowned king.
That is the real king.
He is not the 'Holy King' who is called a beautiful sustenance.
Luo Manping had only seen such a strong man from a distance during the Dongyue Royal City Ceremony, and he had not yet arrived in his true form.
"There are still many geniuses in the world."
Luo Shentong looked into the distance: "Excellent monks are like crucian carp crossing the river. They are everywhere. There are only a few who can achieve Taoism. Those who can be crowned kings are rare. Geniuses? Prodigies? Taoists? There are them in every generation."
"We should admit that people are coming, but no one notices that more people are dying."
Luo Manping refused to give up and said: "There is always someone who can make it happen!"
"If you can become a Taoist, you can become an immortal!"
"who?"
"I don't know." Luo Manping shook his head blankly.
"Among ten thousand geniuses, can one reach your level?"
Luo Manping hesitated.
"What about one hundred thousand?"
"What about one million?"
"Is it so difficult for my realm?" Luo Manping didn't doubt it, but he had seen too many monks at the same realm as himself, as well as monks at higher realms.
When he was in Dongyue King City, there were so many saints walking around that he didn't have much idea.
"Disaster!"
Luo Shentong nodded and said: "Since you are already a dragon and a phoenix among men, you should believe in yourself rather than external things!"
"Without that soul flag, I would still be the best."
The ancestor stroked his beard and his eyes were full of approval: "You can teach me!"
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Get out of the whirling forest.
The young man held an umbrella, and the red-haired ghost saint walked under the umbrella.
Yang Wu said with a smile: "My life is really mysterious. I was weak and couldn't do anything for myself during my lifetime, but after my death I became a powerful person and participated in the rise and fall of the great religion. How magnificent!"
"I don't know when I can come back after this trip." Yang Wu looked at the Eightfold Shrine behind him and the boundless ruins of the gods, and then turned his gaze.
Look ahead at the big moon on the horizon.
That was the entrance and exit of the forbidden area, and the red waves were like the glow in the sky.
Tu Shanjun did not answer.
He was not sure whether he could come back again. This trip was extremely dangerous and he could not give a guarantee to Yang Wu.
"Do you want to go to the Gandharvas?"
"Still missing."
Yang Wu shook his head slightly: "There will be a time for reunion after the armor is removed, so why end it now!"
He was actually afraid.
It's not that he is afraid of meeting his sister, but that he will lose courage and hope of living after seeing his sister. He must keep a glimmer of hope for himself, even if it is just a thought, it is enough at the most critical moment.
Walk to the place where the moon shines.
The boat anchored early.
In front of him was an endless river of blood.
"Sit tight." The boatman's aged voice sounded.
The seemingly empty eyes have an indescribable look at this moment, as if the body that was once just an empty shell finally houses a soul, and that soul is looking at the two people sitting on the bow of the boat through the window of the soul.
Tu Shanjun looked solemn.
The boatman didn't show any surprise, and said with a calm expression: "Fellow Taoist's spiritual sense is really powerful."
"Senior is not from the Asura clan?"
"It's been too long."
The captain sighed and said as if he was remembering: "I followed the ruins of a corner of the divine court and fell here. I was originally looking after the mausoleum for my master. Now that you have taken away the magical medicine branch of flat peach that suppressed the mausoleum, the mausoleum will be slowly destroyed."
Slowly appearing in this world, I can finally get out of this place."
"Peach?!" Tu Shanjun frowned suddenly.
He thought he had forgotten his past life, but who would have thought that as his cultivation level increased, his past memories would become clearer, but he just didn't want to mention it.
Unexpectedly, I saw flat peaches here.
Is Shenting really just a huge organization?
Or say: Heaven!
Recalling the method of Wanfa Sect, the manifestation of the law domain is a platform for killing immortals. Who can kill immortals?
Is it God or Heaven!
However, why has he never seen any records about these in ancient books? It's as if someone deliberately erased the existence of the Divine Court.
Of course, it is also doubtful whether heaven ever existed.
You can't judge just because of the flat peach magic medicine and Immortal Killing Platform.
Maybe the Shenting mentioned by the boatman was just a dynasty of gods and immortals that flourished in ancient times, and was buried in history with the decline of Incense Shinto.
When the Dao rises, the Dharma rises; when the Dao falls, it falls like a whale falling.
The rise and fall in the long history may even be just a flash in the pan.
Maybe one day, another supreme avenue will appear, and the immortal way will slowly withdraw from the stage of history. At that time, whether it is a legend or anecdote, it will no longer be important.
Tu Shanjun looked a little calmer, even if there really was an ancient divine court that had nothing to do with him.
He is not interested in legends.
Moreover, the captain was always addressed as Shenting, which means that even if there really is an extremely powerful Celestial Dynasty, it is dominated by gods.
Now that the gods have withdrawn from the stage of history, it is enough to prove that the immortal way is on the rise!
"I don't care about history." Tu Shanjun said calmly.
"Perhaps the answer you are looking for lies in history."
The boatman raised his head slightly, his eyes as calm as a lake seemed to bloom with strange colors: "You must want to know how to become an immortal."
Tu Shanjun's ghost eyes erupted with intense divine light. He still could not figure out what immortality was. The scriptures on becoming an immortal even said that there must be three immortalities and what they are.
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He said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you know what an immortal is? Do you know how to become immortal?"
The captain showed an expression that was indeed the case, nodded and said: "You have misunderstood."
"Immortal is immortal."
"To become an immortal is to become immortal."
"It means that you must try your best to get closer to immortality until one day you completely replace immortality!"
Tu Shanjun's pure black pupils narrowed.
Tremor!
The three immortalities in the Immortal Sutra are not three immortal things at all, but three things or things that are infinitely close to immortality.
Pretend to preach thousands of books, but truly preach one sentence.
After listening to the boatman's words, Tu Shanjun suddenly became enlightened.
No wonder I never understood the method of becoming an immortal in that Imperial Sutra.
"Thank you, senior!"
Tu Shanjun stood up and saluted respectfully.
If it weren't for this strange Taoist master, he might have been kept in the dark for a long time.
"What is close to immortality..."
"I don't know." The captain shook his head.
Then he smiled and said: "Everyone has a different definition of it. What others think may be far different from what you think. If I tell you what I think of immortality, it may make you go astray. You still have to listen.
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Yang Wu's eyes widened and he looked at the two of them with confused expressions. He knew these words, but he couldn't understand why they were connected together.
It’s both an immortal and a god, so what kind of immortality is too profound?
As expected, Tushanjun didn't ask any more questions.
"Senior, do you know how to revive this magical flat peach plant?"
"It's hard to save a fairy," the captain said regretfully.
The root system of this miracle medicine is pitifully small, and it owes its survival to the green peach.
Once the green peach is removed, the entire magic medicine will soon die. However, you can ask a skilled weapon refiner to use the branches of the magic medicine to create a good magic weapon.
A few moments.
The boat docks.
Yang Wu and Tu Shanjun were about to say thank you when they turned around and saw that the ferry boat had long since disappeared.
"Senior, let's go quickly!"
"Um?"
"After a while, Uncle Luo will know that we have lost our boat to him, so he will definitely catch up and demand an explanation."
Tu Shanjun laughed in surprise.
"Let's go."
Martingale Wu, who has the cultivation of a holy king, turned into a ray of light and tore open the void, escaping from the underworld into the domain barrier.
Tushanjun turned his hand, and a small boat appeared in his palm.
Pushing forward lightly.
The small boat turned into a square-shaped ship and sailed in the barrier space.
Then a bronze lamp was lit.
"Senior, where are we going?"
"Eastern Wilderness Territory, Small Wilderness Territory!"
Tu Shanjun threw out his hand and extinguished the candle in his hand, looking into the void in the distance, unable to conceal his excitement.
After being away for so many years, I am finally going back.
He did not intend to confront Yan Fu head-on.
I don’t plan to go to Tianyang Shenzong when I’m not sure.
Return to the Xiaohuang Realm, find the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Spiritual Demon Sect, and then find the mysterious god-transformation monk.
With these two parties in hand, it is enough to kill Yan Fu. Two for one, as long as Yan Fu is a smart man, he will know how to choose, otherwise he will completely lose the souls of these two people.
"Looking for the way to protect me when I am going through the tribulation?"
Tu Shanjun sneered.
When it comes to Yin people's methods, he is not bad either.
Back then, he was famous for his dark heart in Xiaohuangyu.
Seeing Tu Shanjun showing such a terrifying expression, Yang Wu felt his heart skip a beat. He was not afraid at all, but he felt that the person who could make the senior look like this was probably not a good person.
The two of them are now on the same boat. No matter what the opponent is, he can handle it with his current strength.
He still needs to practice, and he cannot let his guard down just because he is strong.
So he said: "Sir, how can I exert my greatest strength?"
"This is easy to handle."
"Dream spell!"
Tu Shanjun shook his soul flag.
Yang Wu only felt a trance, and his eyes had turned into an infinite realm.
not far away.
Luo Tianpeng, who gathered evil energy in his big hands and held a long knife tightly, looked at Martingale Wu from a distance.
"This is?!" Yang Wu was shocked.
The Holy King from far away has come to kill you with a sword.
In front of him, Martingale Wu was sitting cross-legged in the cabin of the small boat. Tu Shanjun casually took out a simple wooden tablet, which was a scroll recording ancient magic.
He must also be fully prepared, and it is best to be fully proficient in the application of self-forbidden techniques and military skills, so that he can have an extra chance of winning when facing the Taoist Lord of Jambudvipa.
"What if we use the magic medicine as a bargaining chip to ask the big head to take action?"
Tu Shanjun thought about it for a long time.
I think this is a good idea.
However, the big-headed dragon has its head but not its tail.
He walked so happily that it was impossible to find him using the teleportation talismans.
Otherwise, you can really use magic medicine to ask Datou to help, and you will have a lot more chances of winning.
Boom.
I don’t know how long the years passed, but the boat sailing on the barrier crashed into the barrier in front of it.
The world that was originally full of wonders and couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth has completely changed.
What comes into view is a clear blue sky.
The spiritual energy is very thin compared to the Asura clan.
This made Yangwu feel quite uncomfortable when he first entered this world.