This is a desolate land, with gravel and gravel everywhere on the ground and no trace of soil.
The seemingly dead environment is actually the site of a great battle.
That war directly divided the calendar used by the spiritual world into two stages before and after the arrival of gods and immortals.
In that battle, the most outstanding figure was the Celestial Master Wang Fu. As a Celestial Master of Divine Machinery and a Celestial Master of Thunder and Fire, he first faced the battle between the two top sects and the Ghost Tribe of the Ten Directions, and then faced off alone.
Mother Heaven.
In the end, Lian Xiangtian, Que Mutian and Hua Xianren joined forces to completely obliterate him with the oracle.
After that battle, the Jieqi Hall was destroyed, and countless sects were destroyed. The Ghost Club was also destroyed.
The structure of the spiritual practice world has also changed.
Because the vitality of both sides was severely damaged, the unfavorable ones and the sons of luck emerged one after another.
After that battle, I don’t know how many years have passed.
The barren land has never been restored, not a blade of grass grows, and the wind passes by without leaving a trace.
"Master, I knew you were here."
Lu Sanbao rushed over, fell from a cloud of fire to the ground, and saw a familiar figure in the wind and sand.
The back slowly turned around, and it was Wang Fu. He had returned to his original appearance, except for his white hair.
Going back to the past and changing one's identity is not without cost. It consumes most of one's longevity, as evidenced by this gray hair.
"Sambo, you are very good now. I have always seen you in my eyes."
Lu Sanbao was so excited that he said desperately to Wang Fu, "Master, come back with me and see. Yunyang Temple is very good now, Thunder Fire Palace..." Then he remembered that most of the master's old friends are no longer there.
Recently, the situation in Yunyang Temple has been good. Although the Yunzhong Taoist Palace is very angry, the support of Yunyang Old Taoist to become Yang Immortal is too strong.
Even though the master of the Dao Palace became angry and ordered Yunyang Guan to be exterminated, no one was willing to carry it out.
Finally, the Yunyang audience was sent out of the country with gifts and returned to their original sect residence.
Over at Gushan, the ghost world evacuated overnight and became empty.
I wonder if the Shengwentian and the Yangxian people have reached a tacit agreement, and there are no ghosts left in this land.
Lu Sanbao, Luo Xiuzhen and other high-level officials worked together to sweep the area in all directions and expanded the border area several times before stopping.
All this came from Lu Sanbao's mouth and was told to Wang Fu.
"Not bad."
Although Wang Fu had already given up on Yunyang Temple, Lu Sanbao, a disciple, was still a little reluctant to part with it.
Everyone knows that Lu Sanbao inherited Wang Fu's Leihuo lineage, and nothing else was involved.
In addition, due to the act of entrusting the orphan, he had the protection of Yunyang Lao Tao, so he did not encounter much danger after Wang Fu's death.
Solu Sanbao has grown all the way to Zhongtian Master, and there is hope for Gaotian Master in the future.
"Three Treasures, Master wants you to swear an oath that you will never ascend to the gods or become immortals in this life."
Lu Sanbao's eyes were shocked, why?
The ultimate goal of all practitioners is to become an immortal, especially since Yunyang Temple has a precedent. Yunyang Old Taoist has now become a Yang Immortal and is worshiped by everyone. No one dares to offend the power of Yunyang Temple.
As a master, Wang Fu asked him to swear that he would never become an immortal?
As for ascending to the gods, he has to specialize in the ghost path, which means forgetting his ancestors and abandoning his master. He will never choose that path of no return.
"Master, why is this?"
Wang Fu did not answer, "Master will not harm you. If you believe in me, you will swear here."
After struggling painfully, Lu Sanbao nodded heavily, "Master, I believe in you."
After some vows.
Wang Fu gently stroked the back of Lu Sanbao's neck and said, "Sanbao, this is the last thing Master will give you."
He turned his palm over and took out a red flag, which looked like a precious flame-generated light flag.
After Yang Xianren ascended to immortality, he immediately returned the object and returned it to Wang Fu's hands.
Wang Fu was filled with emotions, as the scene of Kailetian's fall reappeared in front of him.
"Wang Fu, everyone outside thinks you are dead, but I know you are still alive."
When Kagakuten was about to fall, Wang Fu, who transformed into Old Man Mirror, finally arrived.
"Now, a great opportunity lies in front of you. As long as you nod, I will immediately destroy you and hand over my identity to you."
"You only need a little refinement to become a true immortal."
"I will also pass on to you the memory experience of overcoming the tribulation. Although it does not involve the destruction of the world by ghosts, it can increase your chances of escaping the tribulation." After hearing this, Wang Fu shook his head, "Thank you, I don't need it."
"That's all, you have already made plans, so I won't dissuade you."
Kagakuten closed his eyes, took out the Baoyan Light Flag, and handed it to Wang Fu.
"Let's go!"
The memory is brought back to the present, the red flag is lying in the palm, it has completed its mission.
"I won't meet the new owner soon."
The red flag waved twice, and a girl in red flew out, chattering incessantly, "It's okay to change to a new master, but it shouldn't be too weak. I've been with Zhengxian before, so the style can't drop too much."
"Speaking of which, why don't you become an immortal? I really don't want to follow that Sanqing old man."
Lu Sanbao looked at the girl in red, and a word came to his mind, "Qi Ling".
After recuperation and recovery, the Baoyan Shengguang Flag has long since regained its spirit and is now a genuine psychic magic weapon.
"He is my apprentice Lu Sanbao. Follow him and take care of him."
When the girl in red heard this, she beamed and said, "Because he is still young and needs help from me, an old senior, I reluctantly agreed." Baoyan raised the light flag and formally handed it to Lu Sanbao.
Lu Sanbao knew that this magic weapon was refined by Zhengxian himself, and it belonged to the highest magic weapon of the Red Fire lineage.
When this thing was handed over to him, it was undoubtedly Wang Fu's official handover.
From now on, he will shoulder the future of the Fire Emperor lineage. On the other hand, Wang Fu will also have to step down from his identity as the Fire Emperor lineage.
"Master, my disciple now has little strength and can serve you. Is there anything you can do for me?" Wang Fu shook his head, "No, it's enough for you to practice with peace of mind and lead the Thunder Fire Palace forward.
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"Everyone in the world knows that you are my disciple, and you will definitely bear countless pressures. Sanbao, the master can't be around, and it's all up to you." Wang Fu sighed, it's nothing now, but once it comes to the last moment, Lu Sanbao will be a lot of people
Attacking his weaknesses will expose him to countless dangers.
However, he has never regretted it. With such a disciple, this life is enough.
As soon as he thought about this, he thought of his mentor Ding Zhangdian, Yu Yi'er, the Jieqi Hall, the Fire Emperor disciples, etc.
If he cannot break this world and break through the catastrophe, how can he welcome the return of the Phoenix from Nirvana and bring back all these old friends? This is his mission and his responsibility.
All living beings in the world want to escape from disaster, but Wang Fu's goal is higher and further than them.
"I shed tears when I miss you. When will the phoenix return?"
When Lu Sanbao heard this, his heart moved and he took out the collection of hexagram flags from the little soul boy's stall.
The hexagram flag is still there, but the little soul boy has disappeared.
Wang Fu looked at the two lines of characters on the hexagram flag and stared for a long time, silent.