I am immortal

The sword screamed loudly, and the endless sharp sword energy soared into the sky from the small wooden house, as if it could directly tear the sky apart. It took a long time to stop, and they squatted together in front of the wooden house, holding all kinds of things that Old Qingniu had brought back. Winter goods and New Year's goods, Utensil Ling, Xiao Yaoling, and Old Qingniu, who had begun to boil the pot, all turned their heads and looked at the unremarkable yard.

Finished? !

Old Qing Niu looked at the young man in green shirt over there.

The green-robed weapon spirit calmly picked up a chopstick and nodded.

It looks like the fight is over.

Squeak——

The wooden door swayed open, and immediately the energetic Daojun in black stretched out his body and walked out with a calm look on his face. His face was full of joy after a hard-fought battle. He then helplessly stroked his beard as a verdict. His Majesty, and the Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun who looked cold as usual.

After a while, Di Ting wandered out with dull eyes.

Old Qingniu couldn't help but admire and sigh.

He can still walk out!

Awesome!

Although he was holding on to the wall, he had experienced a battlefield at the Sanqing level!

awesome!

It can be called the most famous demon throughout the ages!

Old Qingniu sighed, and Lord Shangqing Daodao, who was now feeling comfortable after a good meal, took a pot of human turbid wine, sat slowly under the green pine, on the bluestone, reclined and picked a piece of wine at will. Putting a fallen leaf on his forehead, he raised his right leg and draped it over his left leg. He looked lazy, but he was also free and easy, indescribably free and easy.

Old Qingniu patted Di Ting on the shoulder and cordially invited him to sit down and eat Shanxia hot pot together. It seemed that after eating this hot delicacy, Di Ting's soul dangling behind him finally caught up with him. It felt so alive that I almost cried with gratitude!

Old Qingniu comforted him and said with emotion: "Don't worry, don't worry, everything is over."

"But what have you done to be able to come here and 'discuss the law' with three Taoist ancestors?"

Di heard a sentence stuck in his throat and couldn't say it out.

How can I explain it to you?

Could it be that because I cut off a certain calf’s nose, I now give it to three old people...

Three eyes fell.

Did the three mature, solemn and majestic Taoist ancestors teach him a lesson?

Di Ting silently changed this sentence in her heart.

Extremely pious.

Lao Qingniu took a bite of the hot tofu and immediately comforted him: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, no matter what it is, as long as you haven't made any principled mistakes, such as refining the city into weapons, harvesting biological blood to use magical powers, The three Taoist ancestors are just a little scared and won't take any serious action."

"After all, you are meeting three people of this era. They have all been enlightened and transcended for a long time."

"A little punishment is just a joke, but you are also powerful, and you can actually make these three people so angry."

Di Ting paused.

I felt extremely sad in my heart.

But when Old Qingniu said this, he felt inexplicably better in his heart. Think about it, what if he met not the three Taoist ancestors, but the original heavenly king of Fuli Yuxu who shattered the sky with one hand, holding the edge and fighting. If the founder of the sword, the Mojie Tianzun, and the ultimate killer Dao Yuchen, the Daojun, might have died countless times.

The original Heavenly King was upright and almost fierce, Yuchen Daojun was murderous and ruthless, and at the end of Emperor Kaihuang's reign, the Tribulation Heavenly Lord was as cold as the Dao.

It is similar to but different from the current self-regulation, free and easy, action and inaction.

Good luck, good luck.

Di Ting felt sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Fortunately, those three were just some gestures of the three Taoist ancestors as they walked further and further away.

The original heavenly king was beheaded and transformed into the Yuanshi Tianzun. At the end of the Kaihuang Dynasty, the Tianzun was the first to realize that there is action and inaction. The ruthless killings of Yuchen Daojun turned into wanton carefree. Among those who were famous several tribulations ago, only the third During the first and second tribulations, those ancient gods who disappeared into the traces of legends knew about it.

Otherwise, in the ancient times, there were countless people who taught the Dharma and established the Taoism.

Why can only three people be called Taoist ancestors?

It’s not like he got the title of Sanqing Taoist Patriarch by chatting gently with people.

Master Shangqing Daodao crossed his arms behind his head and listened to the conversation between Lao Qingniu and Di Ting. He paused slightly and then seemed to recall some bad things because of this. The corners of his mouth twitched and he shook slightly. He shook his head, as if to shake a bad scene out of his mind.

"Heh... Fellow Taoist, are you remembering those days again?"

The old man's voice was gentle, and there was no trace of the terrifying title he had been called [Mojie Tianzun].

Master Shangqing Daodao lazily opened his eyes and said, "What happened back then is in the past."

The old man couldn't help but joked: "Haha... It seems that fellow Taoists are still very taboo."

Daojun Shangqing opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "At that time, I had not yet escaped the influence of the ancestral calamity. Along the way, I could only stop killing with killing, and break the calamity with calamity. At that time, I was full of pride, but I feel that in the past and present, there is no one more powerful than me, and everything in the world must die, but only killing."

"Returning to calamity and destruction is also the rotation of the great road."

"Walking through the six realms of the world is just to find an enemy worthy of a fight. When I meet you two, you are discussing your own path."

The old man stroked his beard and recalled, smiling: "Yes, you came in wearing black clothes, reciting poetry, and then raised your hand and struck a sword."

"I remember how the poem came about..."

"The Tao of Qianqiu, eternal calamities, three thousand lives..."

The old man only recalled it for a moment before he began to recite. Dao Jun sat up directly and pressed his hands on the old man's shoulders, as if he was hurt even more than when he just took Yu Qing's twelve moves. His face was pale, and his forehead was sweating. The force was so great. He even pinched the old man's shoulders and said slightly, "Stop talking, shut up!"

"If you keep talking, I will tell you how you got the title of Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun when you were young..."

"Tell Wuhuo directly!"

The old man laughed helplessly and said gently: "Okay, okay, don't mention it, don't mention it."

"I am still me in the past, why should fellow Taoists be so resistant?"

Lord Shangqing Daojun said in a deep voice: "No, that me is too extreme. The so-called Taoist friends are only creatures who are qualified to be enemies and opponents. If you are training disciples, then you just hope that the disciples can bring you enough surprises." , as an enemy, I am qualified to draw my sword, and there is no difference in all living things in my eyes at that time, and I can kill them all."

"Not even Arctic Ziwei has ever been like this."

"It was only during this period of time that I gradually realized that being able to let go and hold back, to be harmonious and free, is the way to go; to be murderous is just a calamity."

The old man said gently: "So, if you meet yourself again at that time, will you win or lose?"

Lord Shangqing Daodao said calmly: "If I were familiar with it, wouldn't these few tribulations be wasted? It's just..."

The black-clothed Daojun's voice paused. He leaned back slightly against the green pine trees, raised his eyes slightly to look at the sky high in the distance, and suddenly smiled and said: "I know now that victory or defeat is arbitrary, and everything will not be frozen in the heart. But he was different at that time. He was high-spirited and felt that the world was in my eyes. There were endless roads to walk and endless enemies to fight. He was so sharp that he shouldn't lose."

Shouldn't lose, not can't lose.

The old man stroked his beard gently, knowing that this fellow Taoist had actually let go of his past attachments.

It's just that his nature is wanton after all, and he still cares about his words and deeds back then.

The old man stroked his beard and said comfortingly: "Actually, at that time, you were smart in speech, handsome and sharp, and, well... you were also quite elegant..."

The corners of Shangqing Daodaojun's mouth twitched: "I thank you, please don't say any more!"

Sighed: "But fortunately, that is just a thing of the past. The guys who knew those things have either become guards and respected the emperor, or they have fallen into the calamity. The only ones who know about it are You guys, at least they won’t know about Wu Huo.”

"Your Majesty, please keep the secret from me. I don't want my disciple to know that his teacher used to be..."

"Um……"

Dao Jun thought for a while and didn't know how to describe his young self, so he coughed and said, "Do you understand?"

The Supreme Being caressed his beard and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I know."

Daojun thought deeply, then changed the subject with a smile: "Would you like to see how Wuhuo and the little girl are doing?"

His Majesty couldn't help but laugh.

Shangqing sat back under the green pine, but did not go to investigate. He just watched the water coming and going with a smile on his lips. He was not as calm as Taishang, nor as dignified as Yuqing, with his legs crossed casually. His expression was peaceful. The so-called supreme realm of Taoist leisurely travel was nothing more than that.

Well, that's enough.

Master Shangqing Daodao watched the water come and go.

The past is like running water.

It has also passed.

……………………

"Huh, is this the only way you can do it?"

"Ha, your sword is blunt."

"Ashamed of the name of [Tribulation]."

"Why commit suicide?!"

With one cold tone after another, no system of moves at all, only fierceness, only killing, only the rich and domineering aura of calamity, without the slightest pretense, the young Taoist formed a system from generation to generation, and slowly pursued the path step by step. The previous cultivation level and Taoism did not have much advantage when faced with the innate beings born from the calamity Qi, and at the young stage when the murderous aura was the strongest.

Yu Chen raised his eyes, indifferent, and the long green sword in his palm was filled with light.

"Just die in a calamity."

He struck again with his sword, and the young Taoist blocked him with his sword.

The blood river sword in his palm rippled and flowed, trying hard to support his own existence. Qi Wuhuo looked at the teenage teacher in front of him, almost feeling that the latter was purely for the purpose of destroying the birth. He was powerful, but not Taoist. Even if he suppressed his cultivation to the point At a level similar to his own, the kind of destructiveness shown is also more than one level.

The move was fierce and unique. At this moment, the long sword was pressing down, inch by inch, forcing it to the center of Qi Wuhuo's eyebrows. He said calmly:

"If I kill you, will future generations be sad?"

And the sight in those eyes was genuine.

The sword energy was about to explode, but Qi Wuzhuo's right hand had slowly been raised, holding the sleeve of his teenage teacher. In an instant, the Heaven-Opening Talisman exploded. The young man Yu Chen's face was shocked, as if he had not expected that Qi Wuzhuo had been enduring all this time. Now, he retreated in an instant, and the sword in his palm gathered momentum, but the young Taoist had already fit and crashed into Yu Chen's arms.

Let go and throw away the sword.

Holding Yuchen's arms with both hands, golden light burst out from his eyes, Tai Chi was born under his feet, and Tai Chi multiplied and transformed into four images.

Among them, the red fire-like phase has erupted, and it seems that the power of Zhu Rong's head and roar can be seen.

Yu Chen's eyes were slightly startled.

The next moment, the energy around the young Taoist's body exploded, transforming into yin and yang, Tai Chi flowed, and suddenly threw the Taoist Yu Chen out. With a pull of his right hand, a series of Tai Chi spirit writings flew out. At the same time, his body shape transformed, and the three young men The Taoists appeared at the same time, each drawing his sword. In an instant, the first tribulation was turned into the fourth tribulation.

Jade Qing Talisman, Zhu Rong's Qi, Taiyi Gongti, one Qi transforms the Three Qings, the Immortal Killing Sword Formation!

Qi Wuhuo used all his methods.

Yuchen Daojun, who had suppressed his cultivation, was thrown away and was suppressed and drowned by the sword energy.

It's just that these moves are all extremely oppressive to his body. Qi Wuhuo gasped for breath, and the blood all over his body continued to flow out. It was just that the Blood River Sword controlled the blood sea, otherwise all his energy and blood would have long ago returned to the blood sea. Among them, the smoke and dust in front of them were locked at this moment. In just a moment, the calamity aura swept across and all things were extinguished.

boom! ! !

The young Taoist stood in front of him with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on Taoist Yuchen who was wearing a black Taoist robe.

Daojun Yuchen raised his hand and wiped the blood on his cheek. There was a trace of interest in his indifferent eyes, and he spoke concisely:

"Talent in the rough."

"He is my disciple, but unfortunately he has a meek personality and is not like me. Come again...huh?!"

The young man Yu Chen frowned slightly, lowered his gaze, and found that the 'disciple' over there had a trace of blood flowing out. He immediately flew in the direction of Emperor Wa, while Emperor Wa, who lowered his eyes quietly, held his hands on his heart, and said nothing The blood of Luo gathered in her palm, and then slowly flowed. In Emperor Wa's palm, golden blood seeped out, and merged with the young Taoist's blood.

After the purification and transformation, he was sent back into the body of the young Taoist who stared at Taoist Yuchen.

"………………"

The fighting spirit inspired by Daojun Yuchen suddenly dissipated. He raised his sword and said calmly: "Even if my own soul and existence have disappeared, do I still want to protect the 'child' you created?"

"Wa, it was precisely because you were too soft that you died in that cold and hard era."

Only then did Qi Wuhuo notice the change.

Taojun Yuchen lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Disciple, Youwa is supporting you. Unless I exhaust the roots of Wa, she will always help you. Today's battle will end here. The matters here will be removed from me. , and the original heavenly king, there is no need to say more except for the final tribulation of the Emperor."

Qi Wuhuo said subconsciously: "The original heavenly king, the beginning of the emperor's final calamity?"

Seeing that the young Taoist was puzzled, Taojun Yuchen said calmly: "The original heavenly king is also known as Yuanshi Tianzun, also known as Qingxuan Zuqi, Miaowushen, Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Yuanhuang Daojun; at the end of Kaihuang's calamity, Jiuxuanjin Que, Huntai Wuyuanxuanhuang Daozu, are all supreme leaders; didn’t they tell you their titles of Zongheng and Hehe back then?”

Young Taoist: "......"

Record it silently.

Daojun Yuchen raised his finger and said calmly: "However, I have just concluded that in this world, I seem to have forgotten the idea of ​​​​slaying all souls with the sword and all the ways are my own, and have become lazy. As for this, you have a good foundation. Then bring him a sword for me."

Daojun Yuchen suddenly showed his Ancestral Tribulation body!

Then in an instant, he was in front of Qi Wuhuo and placed it between the young Taoist's eyebrows. He spoke in an instant and said in a calm tone:

"[Jie]!"

boom! ! ! !

As if one hundred and six thousand calamities erupted in an instant, with a trace of ancestral calamity on the front, countless wounds burst out on Qi Wuhuo's body. The tearing pain almost overwhelmed his mind, but he just groaned and held on tightly. Yes, Daojun Yuchen said calmly: "I don't know how to teach my disciples."

"I have never liked teaching disciples."

"Tribulation Sword? Huh, explain the way of Tribulation with the sword, and then teach it to your disciples, and then record the diagram. If you can get it from the subtle charm, you have extraordinary understanding. How can you know that my Tribulation Qi is unparalleled? My disciple, listen. "

"The body of calamity, the Qi of calamity, Hunyuan has nothing, only me is calamity, the sword is the carrier of Tao; calamity is the foundation of Tao."

The calm tone and domineering killing left traces of the sword in the mind of the young Taoist.

Emperor Wa's silent body instinctively helped the young Taoist regain his strength and withstand the brand of ancestral calamity.

But the stinging feeling is almost unforgettable.

In his teenage years, Daojun Yuchen spoke in a cold and low voice:

"Go and hand this sword to me as a greeting card to the people of this world."

Fu looked at Emperor Wa's body again, with a cold expression, and said calmly: "Wa's body will never give up on anyone."

"Bleeding should be done quickly to save her from spending too much basic energy."

"However, this place is the place for the scientific rituals and rituals of the blood sea people that I killed. I collect the blood of all spirits. You know, the so-called human race is to take the wonderful parts of the innate creatures, such as the human body with a snake tail, such as the tiger head and the human body, and combine them together. Achievement."

"And these innate sacred blood are all in this sea of ​​blood, Dapin Keyi, hum."

"The Ritual of the Sea of ​​Blood is qualified to cleanse the bloodline of my eldest disciple."

Qi Wuhuo said: "I'm not..."

The young man Yu Chen said calmly: "You are my eldest disciple, and I don't care about that eldest disciple."

"I said you are, that is."

The sword in young Yu Chen's palm flew into the sea, and he said calmly: "Get up."

The murderous aura of the blood sea enters the blood river, the cause and effect is in the blood sea, and the endless blood of the true spirit surrounds it, and everything lights up in an instant.

In the endless stream of blood, perfect Taichi spiritual texts were transformed into each other, gathering up, down, left, and right, and then surrounding the injured young Taoist. Yuchen's sleeves and robes were swept away, and the sea of ​​​​blood swarmed in. Qi Wu There was a ritual around Huo. Yu Chen looked at the young Taoist coldly, then suddenly waved his sleeves and said calmly:

"Carry my calamity and collect and refine the sea of ​​blood. If you achieve great success in the future, come and fight with me."

"You can also defeat me in this world."

"I--"

"I forgive you, Master Sheng."

I went out for a dinner date with my friends today, so I was late for the second update. Besides, milk tea really contains caffeine. Damn it, I really can’t sleep after drinking milk tea! Simply code it.

Everyone, don’t drink milk tea at night (lying peacefully with a corpse bleeding from the corner of his mouth·emoji)

Also, keep asking for monthly votes. One vote is worth two votes during the double period.