Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

In the maze of mirrors, the Taoist priest stood quietly. His old face and weather-beaten skin made him look decayed. His hands hung at his waist. Perhaps only at this moment did Zhang Qingwu truly realize how many traces the years had left on him.

Countless and inexplicable, yet hidden beneath his appearance.

"Hey."

I don't know if it was the chill in the mirror space or the immortal air in the old Taoist priest's mouth, but a faint cyclone came out of his mouth. He looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, and inside was a female soul with a terrified face. She looked at the old Taoist priest, her eyes full of pleading and hope.

Survive...

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand, and a pure white line instantly wrapped around the bronze mirror. At the moment when the woman's eyes were filled with joy, the bronze mirror was surrounded by countless black lines containing the breath of death and was crushed in an instant.

It is beyond human power.

The old Taoist priest knew that this was a carefully planned trap, a trap tailor-made for him. It was an extremely sinister trap created by the faceless yellow-clothed man, and it contained his own unique evil taste.

One hundred and sixty-three thousand seven hundred and fifty bronze mirrors, which contained one hundred and sixty-three thousand seven hundred and fifty souls. These souls were toyed with by the faceless yellow-clothed man, and they were also the "wealth" he had collected over hundreds of years. These souls were twisted into a mess, a mess of one hundred and sixty-three thousand seven hundred and fifty soul nodes.

What the old Taoist priest has to do is to find the source among hundreds of thousands of souls, and then try one soul at a time, to make permutations and combinations, until the next node connected to each node is found, so as to sort out the mess and allow these souls to return or be reborn.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. The old master has reached the top of the world in terms of Taoism and magic, and the same is true for his cultivation. However, the old master is not good at this kind of metaphysics related to the soul, or in other words, he is not as "invincible" as others.

Therefore, if the old master wanted to untie this mess by himself, it would probably take a month or even more. Moreover, the faceless yellow-clothed man also added the disturbing infected soul, which consumed the old master's time and energy, making it difficult for him to quickly untie this mess.

not to mention·····

Although he didn't know what happened in Longhu Mountain, the old Taoist priest knew that the faceless man in yellow would definitely not let go of the time when he was trapped.

If he left now, the souls infected by the Faceless Yellow Clothes would spread, and these 100,000 souls would eventually be annihilated.

But if the old Taoist priest deciphers the garbled code here, many things will happen in Longhu Mountain.

The faceless man in yellow knew that the old Heavenly Master would never give up the humanity of one hundred thousand souls, and knew that the old Heavenly Master dared to be the first in the world, so he created such a secret realm to trap the old Heavenly Master.

The steel cage would be smashed into pieces by the old Taoist priest with one punch, but a piece of tofu was full of people standing on it, with an abyss under their feet, so a cage that could trap the old Taoist priest was created.

Is there no other way?

Do not have.

In fact, the old master always knew that he always had a way.

Ascend to heaven.

Stretching out his hand and looking at the back of his hand covered with wrinkles and grooves, the old Taoist priest let out a sigh without commenting.

For thousands of years, there have been no more immortals. This is not a law of heaven, nor is it a sign of the immortal road being blocked and the spiritual energy disappearing, but the actions of the successive heavenly masters of the Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Sect.

The person who cut off the path to immortality was none other than the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu.

"The end of the immortal road is the abyss."

Zhang Qingwu will never forget what the old man said when he handed him the talisman representing the Heavenly Master three hundred years ago.

"After the death of the immortals in ancient times, the Immortal Court was infected by those indescribable things. They waved their whispers and recast the former Immortal Court into a hotbed of distortion and weirdness... Qingwu, the title of Heavenly Master not only has the responsibility to maintain the prosperity of the Immortal Way, but also has the responsibility to keep secrets."

"The path to becoming an immortal is cut off."

In fact, the cultivators of the Ming Dynasty have never entered the realm of immortals. This is not the way of heaven, nor is it time, but the actions of the old Tianshi.

He cut off the road to heaven, and also cut off the possibility of people becoming immortals. Because he had witnessed with his own eyes that the immortal court, which was supposed to be filled with immortal spirits and transcendent from the world, had become a breeding ground for indescribable things. He opened his bloody mouth, waiting to swallow up the next "immortal" who entered the immortal court.

Then, create new avatars.

There are many eight-level cultivators in the Daming territory, but without exception, they have never been able to "rank among the immortals" and become immortals who are immortal and can change the world. However, in fact, they could have become immortals and embarked on the path of cultivating immortals long ago.

only······
Gently grasping the "chain" in the void, Zhang Qingwu's eyes began to be covered with a brilliant golden light.

Just as Wumian Huangyi said, Zhang Qingwu's life span is running out. The consequence of the severance of the immortal path is that the fortune of the immortal cultivation world is getting less and less, and there are very few people who can take over the position of the Heavenly Master. Originally, his life span was only about a hundred years, but because Zhang Qingwu had never found someone who could take over the position of the Heavenly Master, he forced himself to extend his life span and live to the present, becoming the longest-serving Heavenly Master.

But he couldn't go on any longer.

Zhang Qingwu was now like a completely burned candle, with only the last bit of warmth left. Zhuge Qing came too late, and if he was given another twenty years, he was confident that Zhuge Qing would be able to inherit everything from him and become the next Heavenly Master.

Unfortunately, even if Zhuge Qing ended her inner demons earlier than he thought and went one step further, even so, she would not be able to inherit the position of Heavenly Master and fulfill her duty of cutting off the path to immortality.

Three years later, Zhang Qingwu will die, Tongtian Road will be open again, and everyone in the world will think that the spiritual energy has revived, the immortal road has reopened, and everyone will go to cultivate immortality. Those who cultivate immortality will also be surprised to find that they have broken through the shackles and become immortals.

Then, it was swallowed by the abyss.

Do you want to become an immortal?

Now, it seems that the only way this world leaves for the old master is the last one.

Become an immortal and live forever.

But the price is that the old master will become a member of the Yellow Clothes. Once the old master loses his nature and falls into the abyss, the whole world will usher in a terrifying existence that is eroded by the Yellow Clothes and possesses the power of the master.

Becoming an immortal, this mirror space is just a thought for the old Tianshi. The faceless yellow-clothed man can't compete with him at all. It can be said that the old Tianshi can easily kill the faceless yellow-clothed man and rescue these people.

but······
The old Taoist priest's hands, which were tightly gripping the chains, began to tremble unconsciously. It can be said that this moment seemed extremely long to the old Taoist priest, yet also incredibly fast.

Is this what we have to do after all?
There were already some signs of breaking on the chain.

Those invisible eyes were filled with ecstasy.

Untie it, untie it.

Become an immortal. The immortal Zhang Qingwu will become the most powerful heavenly master. Only the most powerful heavenly master can make mankind stable forever.

By becoming an immortal, these 163,750 souls will be liberated.

Go ahead...
He held Zhang Qingwu's hand tightly. The immortal looked at him and said softly, "Walk with me and become an immortal."

Zhang Qingwu's eyes were gradually filled with confusion. He grasped the chain in a daze, and his fingers began to tremble slightly.

He helped Zhang Qingwu ecstatically, peeping into the knowledge in his mind. Every yellow-clothed believer longed for everything in Zhang Qingwu's mind, and everything in the inheritance of the Heavenly Master. Because only by finding that knowledge can they open the sealed immortal road and return to the world.

That’s right, that’s right!
Zhang Qingwu’s knowledge began to flow slowly into his mind. He absorbed everything frantically. Soon, he would find it!

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"Have you seen enough?"

Raising his eyes, the original confusion and hesitation were swept away, replaced by the long-awaited teasing. The fingers that gathered the spirit of the gods tightly clamped the hand of the "immortal". Zhang Qingwu turned his head slightly, sneered at the "face" full of astonishment, and asked calmly:
"Want to take another look?"

The moment the words fell, the divine spirit that could make all creatures unable to hide covered "Him". He tried to pull out his tentacles in fear, but the extremely rough fingers held him tightly like a divine chain.

Thunder decision.

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The simplest, purest and most unadorned Taoism.

However, it is the Taoist magic that the old Taoist priest is most proud of.

The thunderbolt fell on him, and frantic screams filled the entire mirror space. He roared madly and angrily tore off the tentacle that was trapped.

"I will tear their souls apart!"

He waved out countless ink waves towards the bronze mirrors, but the old Taoist priest did not stop him as expected. Instead, he looked at the ink waves falling on the bronze mirrors with a joking look.

When boiling water was poured on the ice, a mist instantly spread throughout the entire mirror space. Instantly, he realized something very scary.

"You locked them up!"

He screamed in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

At this time, the bronze mirrors were covered with golden chains, which led to the dark abyss of the sky. The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand, gently placed it on a bronze mirror, and said calmly:

"You can't go back. Once you leave the hotbed, you can never go back again, right?"

After causing the thunder to strike him, the old Taoist glanced at the black fog on the ground with disdain, and with a wave of his finger, the black fog shattered. He looked at the crazy him and said, "So, can you still kill these 163,750 people?"

He waved his tentacles wildly, and countless faces kept roaring in pain. He felt like an actor entertaining others, and everything he did was ridiculous. He thought everything was under his control, but he didn't expect that even at this point, Zhang Qingwu had never thought of falling into the abyss.

Lightning covered his hands, and Zhang Qingwu easily tore through the endless black fog that was blowing in his face. He looked at the faceless yellow-clothed man who was retreating continuously, and said lightly:
"Longhu Mountain's persistence of more than a thousand years, do you think it will be ruined by me?"

The lightning crushed all the filth, and the dark gate left by the faceless yellow-clothed man was instantly shattered. Zhang Qingwu walked among the 100,000 mirrors, each of which had lost its original luster, reflecting Zhang Qingwu's eyes filled with lightning and anger.

"Three years. Do you think I will despair because of three years?"

He stretched out his hand and grasped the tentacles that suddenly swung out from the darkness. The divine spirit responded with invisible needles. Zhang Qingwu's body was covered by golden light, and the needles were instantly shattered.

There are no restrictions.

Zhang Qingwu's feet were covered with instantaneous talismans. As the number one cultivator, Zhang Qingwu's strength needed to be sealed to maintain. At the moment when he performed the "No Taboos", Zhang Qingwu's hand was on the back of the faceless yellow-clothed man.

Tiangang Big Dipper formation Qiankun.

The Beidou Tianzhen was full of the monster's back, and Zhang Qingwu's eyes showed the color of fairy clouds. The next second, the faceless yellow-clothed man's limbs were shattered and evenly and delicately scattered on the mirror surface.

"As expected of Zhang Qingwu."

The faceless yellow robe recondensed, and the originally huge and magnificent body became somewhat illusory. He stared at Zhang Qingwu intently, and his voice was a little trance, "No wonder, no wonder you dared to come here alone for this kid."

A young man with eyes tightly closed and a painful expression emerged from the tentacles of the faceless yellow-clothed man. He looked at Zhang Qingwu and his voice suddenly became ethereal, "You are countless times more terrifying than I thought."

"You underestimated me, and you underestimated humanity."

Zhang Qingwu indifferently reached out his hand and caught the bound Lu Anping. He looked at Lu Anping, who had been eroded for the most part, and suddenly smiled, "Look, you used all means to torture him and erode him, but he is still a human being now, not your slave."

The faceless man in yellow laughed coldly, and the next second, dozens of faces appeared on his body. The old Taoist frowned, he was familiar with these faces, because they were all the faces of the monks who participated in the sect competition.

"Just because I'm not a slave doesn't mean I can't control them."

The faceless man in yellow said condescendingly: "Zhang Qingwu, these faces have been infected by the Fire Lord. Unfortunately, I was infected at the time, and they were also infected by me. Next, you will face these proud sons of heaven. They may not be able to defeat you, but they will fight to the death and will use all means to destroy you."

"Of course, you can kill these sixty people, but..."

The smile on his face gradually became ferocious.

"Can Longhu Mountain withstand the wrath of these sects?!"

Zhang Qingwu was startled. He blinked, looked at the faceless yellow-clothed figure, and asked, "Sixty people?"

"you sure?"

The faceless man in yellow was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "If it weren't for the lack of time, your disciple would also be one of them. He's only sixty, and you..."

"Isn't that one hundred and twenty?"

Zhou Li squatted on His head, scratched it, and asked, "Can't you count?"

(End of this chapter)