The First Cause of All Realms

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Dongyue Road, located in the extreme east of the Ming Dynasty, is adjacent to the endless ocean.

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Dongyue Road, Haizhou, one hundred thousand mountains.

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There are rivers in the mountains, like jade belts, wrapping around the mountains.

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Between the mountains and rivers, mountains of thousands of kilometers rise from the ground, high into the sky, looking at them from a height, they look like a forest of swords that stretches for thousands of miles.

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From noon to noon, the fog in the mountains has not yet dispersed, and there are billows of smoke billowing into the sky, as if the smoke of a wolf is lit.

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This is where the Sword Casting Villa is located. At the beginning of the thick smoke, it was Zangfeng Valley, the gods of the world. This place is the most sacred place and is regarded as a holy place by the swordsmen in the world.

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Every day, a large number of warriors come from outside the mountains, and they go over the mountains to replace the strange gold and iron from all over the world into the Tibetan Front Valley.

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Afterwards, with the thick smoke, it turned into hot molten iron.

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when!

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when!

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when!

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At a certain moment, a loud bell rang in Zangfeng Valley.

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"The bell rings nine times. This is another thousand-refinement-level divine blade in the valley. I don't know which master did it..."

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Before the towering Zhujian Villa, there was an uproar.

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Zhujian Villa, the gate is opened every nine years to recruit elite swordsmen from all over the world and disciples of giants and wealthy families. Today is the last day.

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"Thousand Refinement Level Divine Edge!"

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People who can travel thousands of miles to Zhujian Villa to pay their respects and see them off are not ordinary people, and many of them know the origin of the bell.

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Soon, there was a commotion.

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They all looked at Zangfeng Valley, where the thick smoke billowed across the mountain, and all the new disciples also showed their yearning.

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The Sword Casting Villa is one of the few great forces in the world that can create a thousand-level magic weapon.

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And everyone knows that only the swords that are made by oneself are the most suitable for swordsmen.

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"Silence!"

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In front of the crowd, there was a light reprimand.

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His voice was neither high nor low, but it just fell into everyone's ears, suppressing the uproar.

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The person who spoke, wore a green shirt, carried a long sword, had a thin face, and a tall and straight body.

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"Brother Jiang, dare to ask which senior brother from Guishanzhuang has become a thousand-level magic weapon?"

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In the crowd, someone asked a question.

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"In recent years, there are only a few true disciples who are building the Thousand Refinements Divine Sword. If you count the days, it should be Chu Tianyi, Junior Brother Chu!"

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Jiang Feng thought for a while and replied.

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"Chu Tianyi?!"

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There was an exclamation from the crowd.

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The name of Chu Tianyi, everyone present is like thunder, no one knows it.

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Because, this is the only one who has let Zhujian Villa take the initiative to accept apprentices in the past 100 years, and saved three years of chores, three years of outer sect, and three years of inner sect, and directly promoted to the true disciple.

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Legend has it that his sword gallbladder and sword heart are the true seeds of kendo that were not born in the world, and the heavenly favored son of a hopeful martial sage.

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"All right!"

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Jiang Feng's expression sank:

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"The apprenticeships are over, you can do it yourself!"

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Hearing the displeasure in Jiang Feng's tone, the group of people did not dare to say much, even though they were reluctant to part, but just as they were about to leave, a young man suddenly appeared in the crowd.

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"Senior..."

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The young man 'Putong' knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly, and didn't say a word, but let everyone know his intentions.

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only…

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He is not too young, not to mention ragged clothes, more like a cultivation base worthy of changing blood once or twice, and wants to worship at the Sword Casting Villa?

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Some people sneered in their hearts, some people watched with cold eyes, but more people stopped and watched the fun.

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"The gate of the mountain has been closed, those who are apprentices, come back in nine years."

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Jiang Feng frowned.

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"Previous, senior."

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The young man was dumb and said nothing, sweating profusely, but he couldn't say it. He just kept kowtow and dyed the slate red.

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"Come back in nine years."

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Jiang Feng swept his sleeves, not letting him continue to kowtow.

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Zhujian Villa is one of the three major sects in the world today, and countless people come here every year, but the rules are the rules.

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Not to mention that the person in front of him is of mediocre aptitude and has little to spare, even if he is extremely wealthy, it is impossible.

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"no no."

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The young man struggled to kneel, and even rushed up to hug Jiang Feng's thigh. The latter was impatient, and as soon as he vomited, he was about to sweep him out the door.

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But he didn't want to, a palm suddenly appeared and held his palm.

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"Why do you have to reject people thousands of miles away?"

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who? !

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Before the villa, all the spectators were startled and looked sideways.

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Only then did I see that a person appeared beside Jiang Feng at an unknown time.

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He measures eight feet up and down, his body is well-proportioned and slender, and he is dressed in white clothes close to the body. He is handsome and unparalleled.

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He came slowly, but it seemed to be in harmony with the mountain wind. His temperament was outstanding, but he was not sharp, and he was eye-catching, but not hostile.

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"Chu Tianyi!"

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There were exclamations from the crowd.

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The person who came was the true disciple, Chu Tianyi, who was taken by the elder Long Qitao of Zhujian Villa nine years ago and went to Longyuan Qingzhou in person.

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"Junior Brother Chu."

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Jiang Feng's expression was slightly tight.

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"This young man is only fourteen or five years old, and his martial arts are almost nothing, but he is still able to travel through mountains and rivers, which shows his intentions.

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Even if the door is not placed in the door wall, it should not be insulted..."

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Chu Tianyi picked up the boy.

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"What my brother said is."

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Jiang Feng bowed his head in shame.

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His entry is far earlier than that of Chu Tianyi, but he is only an inner disciple, far less than the disciple of the village owner.

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Chu Tianyi nodded slightly and looked at the boy again:

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"The gate of the mountain has been closed, and no more disciples will be included. This is the rule of the villa, and I will not break it. But if you don't dislike it, you can stay in Zangfeng Valley, set fire for me, and wait for nine years before apprenticeship."

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"Many, thank you sir."

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The young man was full of gratitude.

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"Young Master Chu is benevolent and righteous!"

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Without stopping, Chu Tianyi walked into the villa with compliments from behind.

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He had a very high status in the Sword Casting Villa, and wherever he went, whether it was a swordsmith or disciples from the inner and outer sects, they all took the initiative to salute.

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It caused a lot of discussion.

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As the second person after the "Sword God Mu Qingliu" to attract thousands of swords, he has a detached status in the villa.

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Not long after, Chu Tianyi came to the mountain behind the villa.

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The huge flat ground seemed to have been flattened by the sword, and higher up, the waterfalls flowed vertically and rumbled.

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An old man in Tsing Yi, sitting cross-legged in the deep pool under the waterfall, did not fall into the water and did not get wet.

This person is the owner of Zhujian Villa, Long Yi.

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"teacher."

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Chu Tianyi bowed slightly.

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"Tianyi! How many years have you started?"

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A quiet voice came.

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"Returning to the teacher, it's been nine years."

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Chu Tianyi returned.

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"I pressed you for nine years for my teacher. It is foreseeable that in the future, I will press you for more than another nine years. Have you ever had doubts in your heart?"

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Long Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were like deep pools.

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"Nine years ago, the teacher said that the disciple's sharpness was too strong. After nine years of hiding the front, the disciple has been washed away..."

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Chu Tianyi bluntly said:

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"But there is confusion."

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Phew!

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Before he finished speaking, a yellowed ancient scroll had already drifted from the water vapor. Chu Tianyi took it with both hands and opened it with permission.

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"Tianhaijie?!"

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Chu Tianyi's pupils shrank.

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"Before Jiazi, the imperial court discovered in Liuji Mountain the largest, most complete and oldest 'immortal fantasy' so far..."

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Long Yi said lightly:

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"Since Jiazi, all sects and sects have been shrinking their wings and trying their best to train younger generations to wait for the right time. Even more than 20 years ago, when the court horses stepped on the rivers and lakes, many sects never came forward..."

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"Immortal Realm..."

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Chu Tianyi thought about it:

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"Teacher sent the elders to Longyuan to accept the disciples because the disciples had the 'Dao fruit'?"

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"Yes, and no."

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Long Yi's expression is subtle:

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"The change of the sky is imminent, and the number of Dao Fruit and Divine Ability Masters born in the past four hundred years is much greater than that in the past two thousand years.

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If I just have the fruit of Taoism, why should I accept you as a disciple? "

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Chu Tianyi was slightly relieved.

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"Your talent, comprehension, and disposition are all top-notch choices. Among your peers, there are very few people who are comparable to each other, especially those with Taoism. Even if you can't refine your rank, you are very likely to step into the door of the Martial Saint."

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Long Yi said calmly:

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"I have passed the second year of my teacher's year, and I am already a dying person. I accept you as my apprentice. I really have the intention to set foot in the sea of ​​​​sky with the help of your dao fruit."

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"The disciple must do his best."

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Chu Tianyi looked solemn.

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"With your words, I am happy for the teacher."

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Long Yi smiled.

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"When will the sky change come?"

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Chu Tianyi asked again:

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"What's the point of mentioning Xuankong Mountain and the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List' to be established by the imperial court in your dossier?"

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In martial arts, there is never a shortage of various lists.

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The Mountains and Rivers List, the Beauty List, the Magical Daoist List, the Alien Beast Gu Insect List, etc., but what reason did the imperial court have for such a list?

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"It is said that it is because of a stone tablet. The specifics may only be known to the imperial court, so I guessed that this list should be related to a certain type of Dao Fruit.

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And it's not unusual, otherwise, the imperial court would not be so aggressive, and Xuankong Mountain would not be so secretive..."

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Long Yi's expression was condensed.

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Daoguo?

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Chu Tianyi was thoughtful.

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During these years, he has read the Taoist Buddhist scriptures thoroughly, and has read through countless ancient scrolls. His understanding of Taoism is unparalleled by ordinary people.

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Naturally, he knows the harshness of Daoguo's confession of the Lord.

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But, what kind of dao fruit can actually attract the Ming Dynasty to unite with the Jianghu forces to plan for many years?

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Chu Tianyi fell into deep thought, and Long Yi also kept silent.

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After a long time, Long Yiyi spoke again:

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"It's a little too far. I'm calling you here for the teacher, there is a good fortune for you!"

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"Fortune?!"

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Chu Tianyi's heart moved slightly, and his interest increased greatly.

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His family's teacher, sitting in Zhujian Villa, is a master of both Taoism and martial arts.

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What kind of thing can he call creation?

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"This matter is related to the ancestor of Xuankong Mountain."

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"Sloppy Taoist?!"

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Chu Tianyi blurted out, a little moved.

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There are three people on the road of martial arts for three thousand years, and they are the most important.

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One is Lu Chen, who opened up the road of martial arts in order to bring the world's martial arts together.

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The second is Bodhidharma, who came from the east to sort out the martial arts and put forward the distinction between the master and the great master.

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Thirdly, it is the founder of the Xuankong Mountain Sect, who inherited the past and ushered in the future, and sorted out the "sloppy Taoist" of the four steps of the Martial Saint!

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Compared with his achievements in martial arts, what he is most known to the world is his longevity.

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According to legend, he practiced martial arts and became an immortal, surpassing the 200-day lifespan that cannot be surpassed by martial sages, and lived more than 300 years!

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For more than a thousand years, I don't know how many emperors have been chasing him, and he is almost regarded as a land fairy by later generations!

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"It's him."

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Long Yi looked solemn:

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"Folklore says that the sloppy Taoist died of old age in Hanging Mountain, but it's not true!

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Sixteen hundred years ago, he faked his death to escape, walked the world, searched for famous mountains and rivers, and left traces in many famous mountains. "

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Chu Tianyi's eyes lit up:

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"We Jianlin?"

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Jianlin Mountain in Dongyue is a wonder in the world and has been a famous mountain since ancient times.

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"good."

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The dragon nodded:

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"You go east from here, UU reading www.uukanshu.com stops when it reaches the seventeenth peak and waits. The elder in the door speculates that the 'immortal magic realm' he left behind will be opened within ten days. "

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"The sloppy Taoist actually left behind a fairyland?!"

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Chu Tianyi was shocked.

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Long Yi didn't say much, waved his hand to let him go, the latter bowed to say goodbye, and transported Qinggong to shuttle between the mountains and forests, and before the evening, he had already arrived under the seventeenth mountain.

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"Every time a big event needs to be calm..."

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When he reached the foot of the mountain, Chu Tianyi stopped moving forward. He found a secluded place and sat directly on the ground.

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"Huh!"

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A long mouthful of turbid air was expelled, Chu Tianyi closed his eyes and became calm, triggering his magical powers.

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hum~

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The only secret place he could see seemed to have a shimmer of light flowing through his heart, turning into the words he was most familiar with.

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[In the autumn of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, you created your own thousand-refinement-level divine soldier in the Tibetan Front Valley, and learned many secrets from your master...]

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[You waited for a few days, and when you saw the faint light flickering, your heart moved, and you walked into the Sword Forest Peak...]

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[…In the fairy and magic realm, you are very shocked and excited. Pulling out a thousand refinement-level divine soldier, wanting to drink the blood of a powerful enemy to open the front...]

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【you are dead! 】

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"???!"