Chapter 963 Return
"Are you?"
"I..."
Luo Manping examined himself for a long time, and remained silent.
There are five ranks in the underworld, corresponding to the five steps of the immortal road.
The fifth-step cultivator can be crowned king.
That is the real king.
Not the 'holy king' who is regarded as a beautiful hope.
Luo Manping only saw such a strong man from afar during the Dongyue King City Ceremony, and the other party had not yet descended in person.
"There are still many geniuses in the world."
Luo Shentong looked into the distance: "Excellent cultivators are like crucian carp crossing the river, and there are many of them. There are only a few who can achieve the Tao, and there are very few who can be crowned kings. Genius? Tianjiao? Daozi? There are in every generation."
"We should admit that someone will come, but no one notices that more people die."
Luo Manping did not give up and said: "There is always such a person who can succeed!"
"Can achieve the Tao, can become immortal!"
"Who?"
"I don't know." Luo Manping shook his head blankly.
"Among ten thousand geniuses, has one reached your level?"
Luo Manping hesitated.
"What about 100,000?"
"What about 1 million?"
"Is it so difficult to reach my level?" Luo Manping was not doubting, but he had seen too many cultivators of the same level as himself, as well as cultivators of higher levels.
When he was in Dongyue King City, there were so many saints that he didn't have much idea.
"Difficult!"
Luo Shentong nodded and said, "Since you are already a dragon among men, you should believe in yourself, not external things!"
"Without that soul flag, I am still the best."
The old ancestor stroked his beard, his eyes full of praise: "The boy is teachable!"
...
Walked out of the Posuo Forest.
The young man held an umbrella, and the red-haired ghost saint walked under the umbrella.
Yang Wu smiled and said, "My life is really mysterious. I was weak and helpless when I was alive, but I became a powerful person after death and participated in the rise and fall of the great sect. It's great!"
"I don't know when I can come back after this trip." Yang Wu looked at the eight-layered palace behind him and the boundless ruins of the ruins of the gods, and then turned his eyes.
Looking at the big moon on the horizon in front of him.
That was the entrance to the forbidden area, and the rising red waves were like a sky full of rosy clouds.
Tushan Jun did not answer.
He was not sure if he could come back. This trip was extremely dangerous, and he could not guarantee it to Yang Wu.
"Are you going to the Gandharva tribe?"
"It's gone."
Yang Wu shook his head slightly: "There will be a time to reunite after the success, why should we end it now!"
He was actually afraid.
He was not afraid of meeting his sister, but he was afraid that he would lose his courage and hope to live after meeting her. He had to keep a line for himself, even if it was just a thought, it was enough at the most critical moment.
Go to the place where the moon is bright.
The boat moored early.
In front of them was an endless river of blood.
"Hold on." The vicissitudes of life and aging voice of the boatman sounded.
The seemingly empty eyes now have an indescribable spirit, as if the body that was once just an empty shell finally hosted the soul, and the soul was looking at the two people sitting at the bow through the window of the soul.
Tushan Jun looked stern.
The boatman did not show any surprise, and said calmly: "Daoyou's spiritual perception is really strong."
"Senior, are you not from the Asura clan?"
"It's been too long."
The boatman sighed, and said as if he was reminiscing: "I fell here with the ruins of a corner of the Divine Court. I was originally looking after the tomb for the master. Now that the Pantao divine medicine branch that suppresses the tomb has been taken away by you, the tomb will slowly appear in the world, and I can finally leave this place."
"Peach?!" Tushan Jun frowned suddenly.
He thought he had forgotten his past life, but who would have thought that with the increase of cultivation, his past memories became clearer, but he just didn't want to mention it.
Unexpectedly, he saw Pantao here.
Is the Divine Court really just a huge organization?
Or: Heaven!
Recalling the method of the Wanfa Sect, the law domain manifested as a beheading platform. Who can behead the immortal?
Is it God or Heaven!
But why has he never seen any records about these in ancient books, as if someone deliberately erased the existence of the Divine Court.
Of course, whether the Heavenly Court ever existed is also a question.
We cannot conclude it just because of the Pantao Divine Medicine and the Immortal Execution Platform.
Maybe the Divine Court that the boatman mentioned was just the immortal dynasty of gods and spirits that once flourished in ancient times, and was buried in history with the decline of the incense and the way of gods.
When the way is prosperous, the law is prosperous, and when the way is declining, it is like a whale falling.
The rise and fall may even be just a flash in the pan in the long river of history.
Maybe one day, another supreme avenue will appear, and the way of immortals will slowly withdraw from the stage of history. At that time, whether it is legends or anecdotes, it will no longer be important.
Tushan Jun looked a little relieved, even if there really was an ancient Divine Court, it had nothing to do with him.
He was not interested in legends.
Moreover, the boatman called it the Divine Court from beginning to end, which means that even if there really was an extremely powerful Heavenly Dynasty, it was dominated by gods.
Now that the gods have withdrawn from the stage of history, it is enough to prove that the way of immortals should flourish!
"I don't care about history." Tu Shanjun said lightly.
"Perhaps the answer you are looking for is in history."
The boatman raised his head slightly, his eyes as calm as a lake seemed to bloom with strange colors: "You must want to know how to become an immortal."
Tu Shanjun's ghost eyes burst into a fierce divine light. He could never figure out what immortality is. The immortal scriptures even said that there must be three immortalities. What are the three immortalities?
He said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you know what an immortal is? Do you know how to become immortal?"
The captain showed an expression as if this was indeed the case, nodded and said: "You have misunderstood."
"Immortality is immortal."
"To become an immortal is to become immortal."
"It means that you must try your best to get closer to immortality until one day you completely replace immortality!"
Tushanjun's pure black pupils narrowed.
Tremor!
The three immortalities in the Immortal Sutra are not three immortal things at all, but three things or things that are infinitely close to immortality.
Pretend to preach thousands of books, but truly preach one sentence.
After hearing what the boatman said, Tu Shanjun suddenly became enlightened.
No wonder I never understood the method of becoming an immortal in that Emperor's Scripture.
"Thank you, senior!"
Tushanjun stood up and saluted respectfully.
If it weren't for this strange Taoist master, he might have been kept in the dark for a long time.
"What is close to immortality..."
"I don't know." The captain shook his head.
Then he smiled and said: "Everyone has a different definition of it. What others think may be far different from what you think. If I tell you what I think of immortality, it may make you go astray. You still have to listen. ?"
Yang Wu's eyes widened and he looked at the two of them with confused expressions. He knew these words, but he couldn't understand why they were connected together.
Being an immortal, being a god, and having immortality is really too profound.
As expected, Tushanjun didn't ask any more questions.
"Senior, do you know how to revive this magical flat peach plant?"
"It's hard to save a fairy." The captain said regretfully.
The root system of this miracle medicine is pitifully small, and it owes its survival to the green peach.
Once the green peach is removed, the entire magic medicine will soon die. However, you can ask a skilled weapon refiner to use the branches of the magic medicine to create a good magic weapon.
A few moments.
The boat docked.
Yangwu and Tushanjun were about to say thanks when they turned around and saw that the ferry boat had disappeared long ago.
"Senior, let's go quickly!"
"Um?"
"After a while, Uncle Luo will know that we have lost our boat to him, so he will definitely catch up and demand an explanation."
Tu Shanjun laughed in surprise.
"Let's go."
Martingale Wu, who had the cultivation of a Saint King, turned into a ray of light and tore open the void, escaping from the underworld into the domain barrier.
Tushanjun turned his hand, and a small boat appeared in his palm.
Pushing forward lightly.
The boat turned into a square ship and sailed in the barrier space.
Then a bronze lamp was lit.
"Senior, where are we going?"
"Eastern Wilderness Territory, Small Wilderness Territory!"
Tu Shanjun threw out his hand and extinguished the candle in his hand, looking into the void in the distance, unable to conceal his excitement.
After being away for so many years, I am finally going back.
He did not intend to confront Yan Fu head-on.
I don’t plan to go to Tianyang Shenzong when I’m not sure.
Return to the Xiaohuang Realm, find the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Spiritual Demon Sect, and then find the mysterious god-transformation monk.
With these two parties in hand, it is enough to kill Yan Fu. Two for one, as long as Yan Fu is a smart man, he will know how to choose, otherwise he will completely lose the souls of these two people.
"Looking for the way to protect me when I am going through the tribulation?"
Tushanjun sneered.
When it comes to Yin people's methods, he is not bad either.
Back then, he was famous for his dark heart in Xiaohuangyu.
Seeing Tu Shanjun showing such a terrifying expression, Yang Wu felt his heart skip a beat. He was not afraid, but he felt that the person who could make the senior look like this was probably not a good person.
Now that the two of them are in the same boat, no matter what the opponent is, he can handle it with his current strength.
He still needs to practice, and he cannot let his guard down just because he is strong.
So he said: "Sir, how can I exert my greatest strength?"
"This is easy to handle."
"Dream spell!"
Tu Shanjun shook his soul flag.
Yang Wu only felt dazed for a while, and his eyes had turned into an endless realm.
not far away.
Luo Tianpeng, who gathered evil energy in his big hands and held a long sword tightly, looked at Martingale Wu from a distance.
"This is?!" Yangwu was surprised.
The Holy King from far away has come to kill with a sword.
In front of him, Martingale Wu was sitting cross-legged in the cabin of the small boat. Tu Shanjun casually took out a simple wooden tablet, which was a scroll recording ancient magic.
He also has to be fully prepared, and it is best to be fully proficient in the application of self-control techniques and military skills, so that he can have an extra chance of winning when facing the Taoist Lord of Jambudvipa.
"What if we use the magic medicine as a bargaining chip to ask the big head to take action?"
Tushanjun thought about it for a long time.
I think this is a good idea.
However, the big-headed dragon has its head but not its tail.
He walked so happily that it was impossible to find him using the teleportation talismans.
Otherwise, you can really use magic medicine to ask Datou to help, and you will have a lot more chances of winning.
Boom.
I don’t know how long the years passed, but the boat sailing on the barrier crashed into the barrier in front of it.
The originally colorful world that couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth has completely changed.
What comes into view is a clear blue sky.
The spiritual energy is very thin compared to the Asura clan.
Yang Wu, who was entering this world for the first time, felt quite uncomfortable.
"Sir, are we there yet?"
"arrive."
Tushanjun stood up slowly.
Look towards the distant city.
Yangcheng!