Rebirth Dominator

The Taishou Mountain area is no longer what it used to be. It is in a barren area with thousands of miles of uninhabited people. With the continuous annexation and expansion of the Pan Kingdom, the territory of the human race is expanding day by day.

Thousands of miles of wilderness has long been turned into thousands of miles of fertile land, and surrounding cities and villages have sprung up from the ground. Fang Xiu passed by and saw the wheat ears that were about to be harvested gleaming with golden light, and the farmers were sweating profusely. But the joy of the harvest was surging on the lower face, and two or three people were tired, so they rested under the big tree beside the field ridge.

On the avenue, there are groups of caravans and peddlers carrying burdens rushing to the big city in the distance.

The Taishou Mountain range is deep and long, shrouded in fog all year round. People in several surrounding villages say that there are immortals living in the mountain, but no one has ever gone hunting in the mountain and seen the immortal mansion.

Fang Xiu's carriage traveled along the mountain road all the way, and finally passed through a canyon illusion, and saw a mountain gate covered by a large array.

A dozen or so disciples rushed down from the top and arrived at the mountain gate to meet Fang Xiu. The leader was Zhang Ping, whom Fang Xiu had rescued in Beihai. Wrinkles, it's just that the realm has also been cultivated to the second-order late stage.

Zhang Ping, wearing the sun and moon Taoist robe, led all the disciples to cup their hands: "I have seen Master Fengdu! The master is already waiting for you inside!"

When Fang Xiu got out of the carriage, he saw the yellow-turban wrestler shrunk down together with the carriage, turning into a toy like a straw puppet, which Fang Xiu stuffed into the wide sleeve robe.

Zhang Ping and everyone were stunned by this fairy-like method.

Fang Xiu stretched his waist as if he was awake, shook the jug, and looked at the scenery on Taishou Mountain. Qingyang likes elegance and doesn't like excitement. In this mountain, you can see palaces and towers standing on the cliffs In between, the small buildings in the forest are accompanied by the gurgling water, the pavilions and the mountains are completely integrated, and there are even the shadows of the Lingzhi Garden and the spirit beasts and cranes.

And these disciples also looked like immortals, or they were meditating by the stream, or playing the piano in the pavilion. There were male disciples and female disciples, but they no longer looked like all male disciples like the last time they came.

As Fang Xiu walked down, the disciples of Mount Taishou became even more imprisoned. For monks, they did not believe in gods, and these great monks were like gods and immortals.

"That's right, it's quite a fairy family atmosphere, it's not the same as it was hundreds of years ago, Zhang Ping, show me around, don't be in a hurry to meet that guy Qingyang, let him wait, hurry up!"

The hundreds of years of Fang Xiu's opening made the mouths of many disciples in Taishou Mountain even more parched, and it was impossible to imagine what kind of existence these great monks were.

Zhang Ping led Fang Xiu all the way up the mountain: "Master will be very happy after knowing that you are here!"

"Who is this here? It turned out that the head teacher personally greeted him, and he went...Is this to see the ancestor?" Teach Zhang Ping to bring a person up the mountain, and stand on both sides respectfully with other disciples.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is Master Fengdu's uncle, and he is a great monk of the same generation as the ancestor." Someone reminded her immediately that this new disciple didn't know how powerful these great monks were at all, and he didn't understand the horror of these great monks at all.

When Fang Xiu passed by the two of them, his eyes glanced at them, even if it was just an unintentional glance, they suddenly felt chills on their backs, and their soles were so weak that they almost fell to the ground.

When a group of people went up the mountain, everyone started talking.

"I heard that Master Fengdu's uncle and Master Qingyang are both great monks who existed thousands of years ago? Is it true? This Master Fengdu's uncle is too young, isn't he?" The cute female disciple waited As soon as the people left, they couldn't help but start talking again.

"The ancestors you have followed for dozens of generations may not be as old as Fengdu's master uncle!"

An older disciple immediately snorted, and the crowd fell silent immediately, cupping their hands and saying, "I've seen Senior Brother Feng Ling!"

The disciple who seemed to have been around for a long time said slowly: "What do you know? It is said that before Dahuan was established, Master Fengdu's uncle and Master Qingyang had already walked in this land of mountains and seas."

"At that time, the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea did not even exist, the human race was still in the ignorant age, and the Yuren Kingdom had not yet occupied the South China Sea. However, at that time, the Patriarch and Fengdu Master and Uncles had already started to practice in this world. The Dharma was passed on to us later practitioners."

Everyone was very excited. This disciple of Mount Taishou, naturally told some supernatural rumors about ancient times: "I also heard that the former Dragon Mother of the East China Sea met the Patriarch and Master Fengdu's uncle on the South Sea. Master Uncle Fengdu took the Jiaozhu, if Uncle Fengdu was not merciful, I am afraid that there would be no East Sea Dragon Palace now, this is what I heard from Master."

"I also heard that..."

The speeches of the disciples are full of curious explorations of the mythical stories, and their longing for these great monks like immortals.

Fang Xiu walked step by step through the Taishou Mountain, which was like a fairy cave. Even if he was separated by a big mountain, he could still hear those disciples talking about something. Unexpectedly, he became a figure in an ancient myth.

In the back mountain, there is actually a lake, the lake is full of lotus flowers, the lotus leaves and lotus flowers are as tall as trees, Fang Xiu walked through the lotus pond exuding a faint spiritual light and precious aura, hiding behind the lotus leaves Suddenly, a pavilion on the lake appeared in front of my eyes.

When Fang Xiu walked through the corridor, he saw an old man in a simple Taoist robe standing next to a golden lotus with a bun. He turned his head and looked at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu was stunned to see an old Taoist with white hair, even his eyebrows and beard dyed white, looking back at him, with a joyful smile on his face, like an old fairy walking out of the ancient scroll.

Qingyang Fangxiu didn't feel strange that Fangxiu's appearance didn't change. Someone found the refining method of Dingyan Pill in the ruins. Many girls in Dongzhou used it, but it was very expensive, and most people might not be willing to use it. Willing to pay, and most of the big monks don't care about these changes in appearance.

Fang Xiu looked up and down, and saw Qingyang spread out his hands, and a large white jade cauldron emerged above his head, and clouds were blowing out from the cauldron, covering the entire great lake.

Qingyang was showing his cultivation to Fang Xiu. Fang Xiu kept nodding his head. The other party was following the way of tools, and he was practicing Lingbao Ruyi Zhenjue. Fang Xiu could tell just how far his cultivation had reached at a glance: "Essence, energy, spirit and this natal weapon are completely compatible, only one step away, Qingyang, you can live forever!"

Qingyang heaved a long sigh, only he himself knew how difficult it was to get to this step, every step of the way happened to be stuck on the death hurdle, he just dared to reach the hurdle near Shouyuan, and reached this step.

However, even so, it is only possible to pursue longevity, whether it will be successful or not is still unknown.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Longevity! Longevity!"

No one understood the bitterness and suffering in his long sigh. Fang Xiu looked at the white hair and the vaguely familiar face for a long time, and then he let out a sigh.

Fang Xiu stepped forward and stood side by side in the middle of the great lake, looking at the endless Linglian: "Among the 100,000 mountains, the Longevity Pond was born. I heard that the ruins are a corner of the Tiangong that fell from the ancient heaven. Yang, you should already know, right?"

Qingyang immediately said: "Of course, someone sent me a letter with a crane that day. Jia Yi has already rushed to Shaoguo, looking for Zhang Heming who is practicing in seclusion, and I have been waiting for you!"

Fang Xiu nodded: "This time, I am afraid it will be an unprecedented event. Most of the practitioners and big monsters in Dongzhou will gather in the one hundred thousand mountains!"

"At that time, I'm afraid it will be an unprecedented battle of monks!"

Qingyang laughed lightly, and said indifferently: "Isn't my generation of monks fighting for longevity?"

Qingyang: "I heard that there is also the Heavenly Demon Pond in the fairy island of Youdu. Although you can only get the gift to enter with the permission of the Lord of Youdu, but as the chief officer of the Shibo Department, you don't need to compete with us for this first-line opportunity. Bar?"

Fang Xiu laughed: "I like to join in the fun, how can such a grand event be without me?"

"Besides, the Sky Demon Pool is the Sky Demon Pool of the Lord of Youdu. No one dares to touch it, but this is an ownerless spirit pool, and it is likely to be a corner of the Heavenly Palace that fell from the heavens. Even if it is not for the longevity Chi, I have to go see it too."