Rebirth of the Urban Immortal

The person who received Chen Tu in Wuwo Mountain was a swordsman!

He is holding a three-foot green blade, and he is clearly a person with the title of Heaven, obviously a great immortal of Heaven!

This is also a very strange thing about Chen Tu, because five thousand years ago, apart from the Nine Holy Lands, which force could produce someone with the title of Heaven?

And five thousand years later, there are actually huge immortals in Wuwo Mountain and Sifang Sea?

How was this cultivated?

Where did these people come from?

And these people are indeed not weak, no matter in terms of realm, combat power, or even character!

But now is clearly not the time to ask that.

The sword immortal looked aloof and invincible, but he did not look down upon Chen Tu too much.

"You want us to help that natural Taoist?"

Chen Tu nodded.

"reason?"

"We are all from the immortal world, and we should unite!" Chen Tu said righteously.

"This is indeed true. We should unite, but why should we help an ant?"

"He's not worth our help!" The swordsman said very decisively! "

"But now he is the only one"

"Let me correct your mistake!" The swordsman interrupted Chen Tu.

"There's nothing great about him, not even the Luo Wuji from back then!"

"I know that you all hope that someone in the immortal world can rise up and restore the country!" The swordsman said calmly.

"Your strength is not enough, so you always want to grow and absorb more people!"

"But don't you think that the real reason why neither Sifanghai nor our Wuself Mountain are willing to help you is that you are not worthy of our help and have no value!" The swordsman's words struck a chord.

"You don't like us?" Chen Tu frowned.

"No, I haven't seen it at all!"

"What do you rely on?"

"Are you the Hong Zhenxiang of Chenjiagou or the long-lost Luo Wuji?"

"Do you look at us?"

"In five thousand years, there have been eighty-one heavenly immortals in Sifanghai!"

"Wuwo Mountain, I'm not afraid that you will know that we have one hundred and eight Heavenly Dao Immortals in Wuself Mountain!"

"Which of your forces do you think can cultivate so many masters in just five thousand years?"

"Are you Chenjiagou or the secular one of Luo Wuji?" the swordsman asked.

"Don't you understand yet?"

"Not even in the Third Age!"

"You don't understand, but I can also tell you that time is too special now, and we cannot develop too fast, otherwise we would already have a deity who is enough to obliterate the Nine Holy Lands!"

"But, what if you can have Tianzun?" Chen Tu asked back.

"Where's the king?"

This is the key!

king!

As long as there is a king, then a hundred deities, a thousand, or ten thousand are of no use!

Because one king is enough to subvert everything!

Unless there are kings in Wu-Se Mountain and Sifang Sea, we will never be able to win the Third Era!

"King, it is indeed difficult!"

"But as long as there is enough time, our Wuself Mountain and Sifang Sea will be there!"

"Can you train a king?" Chen Tu sneered.

He doesn't believe it!

Because if Wuwo Mountain and Sifanghai could cultivate kings, they would have been destroyed by the Third Age long ago.

"Chen Tu, although you are not bad in the current fairy world, but looking at the history of this fairy world, even beyond the era, you are really too ordinary!"

"There are some things that I can't say directly now, but you need to understand that there are some powers that you cannot touch and understand!" The swordsman said again.

"In our opinion, the Third Era is just that. When a group of children are fighting, you can't ask adults, even adults who are martial arts masters, to help!" The swordsman said very arrogantly.

"Okay, I understand!" Chen Tu understood. The other party really looked down on them, even the Third Era.

"Go back if you understand. These disputes are just a joke in the eyes of Wuwo Mountain and Sifanghai!" The swordsman waved his hand and disappeared.

In another courtyard of Wuwo Mountain, a man in white was admiring flowers.

The swordsman outside the door came cautiously.

He is already a great Immortal of Heaven, a person with the title of Heaven, who is just one step away from reaching the level of Heavenly Lord, but at this moment he is still very humble.

"Master, I have sent him away!" the swordsman said.

"Did he recognize you?" the man in white asked.

"No, more than five thousand years ago, he, Chen Tu, was the next generation successor of Chenjiagou. He was also a famous genius in the immortal world. How could he remember me, a passerby?"

"So, I want to thank Master for giving me the opportunity to surpass him and even look down on him!" the swordsman said.

Back then, the swordsman was just a passerby, a lowly guy, and he had a few acquaintances with Chen Tu.

But at that time, he really didn't have the qualifications to talk to Chen Tu.

But what about five thousand years from now?

Especially after he joined Wuself Mountain!

Chen Tu is no longer in his eyes and is no longer on the same level.

This is the Mountain of Selflessness and the Sea of ​​Four Directions.

The swordsman is not exaggerating. Which force can turn a passerby into a great immortal?

And it’s only five thousand years!

"Practice more, work harder, and carefully observe the great path I have passed down. The time is not right now, otherwise you would already be a Heavenly Lord!" The man in white was very confident.

Heavenly Lord!

Cultivate a deity!

Saying this is as easy as cultivating a flower, especially the tone of the man in white's mouth, it is really as if he is cultivating a flower.

"Thank you, Master!" The swordsman clasped his fists and bowed, then knelt down and kowtowed.

He doesn't know the identity of the man in white, nor does he know what kind of force Wuself Mountain is!

But he knew that here, it seemed that the aloof Heavenly Lord was not so untouchable.

Even the king doesn’t seem so far away anymore!

This force is so terrifying and very low-key!

Anyone chosen by them, even a piece of rotten wood, can turn decay into magic!

This is Wuself Mountain and Sifanghai, so they have the qualifications and capital to look down on Chen Tu, Luo Wuji and others!

They seem to look down on even the third era!

And over there in the first small secret realm of Immortal Ancient, at this moment, the divine power there is unparalleled, and countless divine powers have descended.

Like a heavy rain, it kept washing down.

Now, Hongying brought seventy-two heavenly gifts, plus two other princes, and an army of 100 million into the first secret realm of Immortal Ancient!

"Is the shell going to break?" The prince stood on the edge of the fourth secret realm, looking at the crack.

"I'll crawl in first and take a look!" The prince looked at the crack, lay down directly, and dived in regardless of his identity!