There's something wrong with my immortal path.

In front of the Qinglong Hall, Xia Mingku sat.

Xia Ming, with divergent eyes, leaned against the door of Qinglong Hall.

In the distance, birds are circling, the sky is filled with red clouds, and the sunset is endless.

Looking at the world in front of him, Xia Ming felt extremely strange.

……

I am a guest in a foreign land, what does this great world mean to me?

What is the meaning of my existence?

What is true?
What is false?
I, Xia Ming... turned out to be just a medicine.

A great medicine to strengthen one's body and repose one's soul.

All of this is just Zhao Liuche's game.

A fantasy game.

Where are the immortals?

All this is just a dream of a stranger in a foreign land.

Muchuan...

Muchuan shouldn't be like this.

……

Xia Ming knew that what Qinglong Daozi said was false.

He also knew that the little donkey was lying to him.

but……

so what?

Be it a disciple of Qinglong or a good buddy.

Does it all really make sense?
Since Qinglong Daozi and Little Donkey gave him a meaning of existence.

So...why does he still resist?
He's used to it.

The spirit does not want to completely enter the body.

Xia Ming felt lost and his thoughts were dead.

……

In the Qinglong Hall, one person and one donkey stared at each other with big eyes.

How smart the little donkey is!
The little fat man Qinglong can hear the abacus beads even if he closes his ears!
Lie to my good friend! ?

That won't work!

This good buddy must be mine!

The problems that Qinglong can see cannot escape the eyes of the little donkey.

Even the little donkey knows more than Qinglong Daozi!

After all, it had met Xia Ming once before.

From Xiao Mao Donkey's point of view, Xia Ming suffered from post-war traumatic syndrome.

To put it simply, Xia Ming is out of his mind.

My brain is crazy.

The little donkey followed us all the way, but he had done enough homework.

Little Donkey knows exactly what kind of tragic battle Xia Ming went through.

To Daoxi Tuo City, Juexian Ridge in the far north, Beiming Hanyuan, Cicada Valley...

Each of these battles was more tragic than the last.

In the next few battles, there is even a sense of destiny floating around!
Destiny!
That's the sign of a fairy or demon!

To put it bluntly, my brain is pretty good.

After all this, it would be nice not to die.

Qinglong Daozi wants to plot against Xia Ming, how can the little donkey let her get her wish?
The little donkey knew very well how many good things Xia Ming had eaten.

He ate all the blood of Yuanyang!
How could the little donkey let go of so many good things so easily?

Xia Ming is better than him now, how can the little donkey endure it?

Brother, the soup is spicy and delicious!
As long as he can stay by Xia Ming's side, there is still a chance.

The determined little donkey made that decision almost instantly.

It wants to be Xia Ming's good buddy!
A good friend who cooks in one pot!
The true road to transcendence is right in front of you!

Follow a good friend, why worry about not being detached?
One sniff can make you happy for days.

quack quack!
The little donkey has a clear mind.

Then, the following scene appeared.

Qinglong Daozi gritted his silver teeth and squeezed his jade hands with a banging sound.

The little donkey is calm and confident.

Its expression seemed to be provoking Qinglong Daozi.

--Come! Come and beat me to death!
——If my little donkey blinks his eyes, I lose.

——My buddy! So fresh!
--fresh! Understand! So fresh!

Seeing such a little donkey, Qinglong Daozi was so angry that his teeth itched.

However, Xia Ming already recognized this guy as a good buddy.

Qinglong Daozi was helpless.

If he wants to continue to coax Xia Ming, Qinglong Daozi still needs little donkey's cooperation.

It's hard to sing a one-man show if you can't clap your hands.

With his thoughts clear, Qinglong Daozi spoke again.

"Little donkey... go and help me return the ax to Senior Brother Shoucheng."

Glancing sideways at Qinglong Daozi, the little donkey refused directly.

"No! I'm not going! I want to play with my good buddies!"

Listening to the little donkey's words, Qinglong Daozi's eyebrows almost stood up in anger.

"Playing with you! I am the Master of Qinglong Mountain! You must listen to me!"

"Junior brother, I'm so tired! How can I have time to play with you?"

"Get out of here, mom!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong Daozi kicked the little donkey in the butt.

Then, only a shrill wail was heard.

The little donkey flew straight out of the Qinglong Hall.

Disappeared into the dense forest in the distance.

From beginning to end, Xia Ming sat in front of the palace, as if he was unknown.

Seeing Xia Ming like this, Qinglong Daozi breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Junior brother..."

"Master ordered me to take good care of you..."

"You will settle here from now on, okay?"

With whirlpools in his eyes, Xia Ming didn't look back, but just said a good word slowly.

Looking at Xia Ming's eye of the world, Qinglong Daozi couldn't help but tremble.

Although he was scared in his heart, Qinglong's face was as steady as an old dog.

The Lord of Qinglong Mountain is unfazed by chaos!
At the same time, Zhao Yuanfeng, who wielded the Immortal Blood Anchor Sword, fell into confusion.

Realizing that there was no pursuer behind him, Zhao Yuanfeng wielded the sword a little faster.

After quickly escaping from Qinglong Mountain, the Blood Anchor Sword plunged into the thick sea fog.

Then, Zhao Yuanfeng was lost.

The sea fog outside Qinglong Mountain is very unusual.

Circles within circles, connecting to the clouds and descending to the sea.

After fleeing for a long time, Zhao Yuanfeng unexpectedly returned to Qinglong Mountain.

"Damn it! What kind of bird place is this!"

Cursing secretly, Zhao Yuanfeng escaped with his sword again.

Even if it means death...

Zhao Yuanfeng didn't want to return to Xia Ming.

Before becoming an immortal, he was the young master.

After becoming an immortal, he was still the young master.

Horsey!
Then I, Zhao Yuanfeng, am not a Bai Chengxian?

With his thoughts clear, Zhao Yuanfeng's speed became a little faster.

……

During the time when the little donkey went to Tianye in the far east, a lot of big things actually happened.

In the extreme southern Tianye, Daguanxianzhou sent heavy troops to welcome the heroes who died in the battle of Shituo City.

The Grand View Legion opens the way, the battle flag covers the sky, and there is endless honor.

Suddenly, the southernmost sky was shaken.

After all, it is Xianzhou...

Although the life and death of Daguan Immortal is unknown, the Daguan Legion is still there.

Seeing the fierce battle group of Daguan II, all the great families put away their little thoughts.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

The time has not come yet, the time has not come yet.

Of course, what few people know is that the Daguan Legion’s trip was not to kill the monks in battle.

But for a coffin...

A slender blood coffin suppressed at the foot of Daguan Shituo City.

On the night when the heroic spirit returned, the blood coffin was escorted into the Immortal Body Hall by the Immortal’s right hand.

The immortal who was waiting outside the body palace could not hide the excitement on his face.

You can feel the familiar atmosphere inside the blood coffin.

That's the breath of an immortal!
That's Zhao Daguan's aura!

As time goes by, Right's lifespan is running out.

How can you not be excited to feel the presence of immortals again!

In a daze, You remembered the bloody storms and endless killings of those years.

I miss you!

How can you not miss it.

Different from You's excitement, all the princes kneeling in the physical body have their own agendas.

The one kneeling at the head is none other than the infamous Second Grandfather of Daguan!

The legendary Zhao of Daguan Black Sun is a truly ruthless man who has never been surpassed in his generation.

On the surface, the second ancestor showed no anger or joy, and his face was calm.

But if you look closely, you will find that his pupils are constantly tightening.

Obviously...Daguan Zhao Er is afraid.

It was no one else he was afraid of.

He is his own immortal.

Behind the second generation ancestor, kneeling is the third generation.

Zhao San's expression was also very complicated. To be honest, Zhao San felt very happy.

After all, Zhao San is not afraid of his own immortal!

But considering his worried old father, Zhao San still suppressed his inner joy.

He who is the son of others should not think of himself, and he who is the subject of others should not think of himself.

That's the truth.

After Zhao San, there are Zhao Si, Zhao Wu, Zhao Liu and Zhao Qi. These guys are extremely honest.

They are well aware of their status on the side of the immortals.

An immortal loves his son, loves his grandson, and misses his great-grandson.

The positions of the people in front are as stable as old dogs.

Especially those Zhao Er and Zhao San!
Zhao Er killed all his brothers and sisters, and Zhao San is Zhao Er’s only son!

Zhao Er is ruthless!

He walked a bloody path and also sent his son to the throne of the Crown Prince.

As for future heirs like Zhao Si... they can be replaced at any time.

Those who repair Zhao, grab a lot of them!

Who should take it or not?
As the offspring continue to multiply, the immortal's feelings are becoming colder and colder.

Among the princes, there were no figures of Zhao Ba and Zhao Jiu.

Zhao Ba was banished to immortality and was defeated.

At this time of turmoil, Zhao Ba was not chosen.

As for Zhao Jiu...

That guy used immortal magic rashly, with the heart of a single husband and his own selfish desires.

Directly trap the entire Grand View Immortal Continent in a place of injustice.

In view of this guy refining the Ninth Immortal Palace.

Therefore, the first generation of ancestors ruled that he should be kept forever in the depths of Daguanfan City, never to see the light of day.

It is said that the second generation ancestor once went to see this guy.

As for what we talked about...

Then no one will know.

In the Daguan Immortal's body hall, Daguan I trembled all over and knocked his head on the ground.

"My child...meet your father!"

"My child is incompetent! I can't protect the entire Grand View Immortal Continent!"

"Please... father scold me!"

Inside the blood coffin, the scarlet mist continued to condense, and Zhao Liuche's figure gradually emerged.

Slowly walking to Daguan I's side, Zhao Liuche looked at I's gray temples.

[Lang'er... you've done a great job. Thank you for all the hard work over the years. 】

After hearing this, Daguan I's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

After helping Daguan I up, Zhao Liuchefang patted his shoulder gently again.

Just like it was then.

Nothing seems to have changed.

[Lang'er...the immortal method that your father taught you...how are you doing with it? 】

"Father! My son has been practicing hard! He has never slacked off!"

He gently stroked I's head.

Zhao Liuche had a look of emotion on his face.

【My son is kind. 】

[Lang'er... please give me your magic. 】

[As a father, I will take you to compete in the world again. 】

He nodded vigorously.

Daguan I directly stretched his hand into his chest.

With a sharp tug of his right hand, Daguan I pulled out a small blood-stained mirror.

Little by little, as the mirror was handed into Zhao Liuche's hands, I's body began to tremble violently.

Is this mirror so easy to get?
It is deeply embedded in I's body, and taking out the blood mirror is tantamount to taking I's life.

But even so, I still took it.

There was no hesitation.

"Father...I didn't disappoint you..."

[Langer...you did a good job. 】

Life is passing by relentlessly.

There was no complaint at all on Daguan Ishi's face.

He just looked at his father quietly.

Experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, witnessed the ruthlessness of time...

The most difficult thing to let go of in Daguan I is the father-son relationship.

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Liuche poured all the scarlet energy and blood in the blood coffin into Yi Shi's body.

Within a breath, I was rejuvenated again, and even his temples were a lot darker.

Feeling the majestic vitality swimming in the body, Daguan I was extremely excited.

"My child! Thank you father!"

Gently touching the top of I's head, Zhao Liuche's lips curled up into a smile.

[Lang'er... We are father and son, you don't need to be like this. 】

Looking at the fairy father in front of him.

After much hesitation, I finally asked the question in my heart.

"Father...your destiny..."

[Destiny...Lang'er, destiny is the aphrodisiac. 】

[In this life, I will become a true immortal! True immortals don’t need destiny! 】

[In other words...]

【I am the destiny of all living beings! 】

As he spoke, Zhao Liuche walked towards Daguan's body little by little.

On the nine-story jade platform, the Grand View Immortal is dressed in white robes, standing alone in the world.

He is in this world, but he is not contaminated by the dust of the world.

Nine-colored divine light lingered around, and the energy and blood of the world filled the surroundings.

When Qi and blood tremble, the illusion of the world is born and disillusioned.

Although the immortal body looks terrifying...

But in fact, it is difficult to hide the decline of the immortal body.

The immortal soul is no longer...the destiny is no longer...

Daguan Immortal is actually dead.

It is only a matter of time before the immortal body becomes corrupted and the immortal continent sinks.

Directly driving the blood mirror in his hand into the immortal body, Zhao Liuche pinched his fingers and chanted the spell again.

The next moment, Daguan Immortal's chest suddenly cracked open.

Inside the chest was the bloody mirror.

Received the warmth and nourishment of the blood of the great world.

The blood mirror has become several times larger.

Then, a vague figure began to appear in the blood mirror.

Looking at the reflection of that unfamiliar body, Daguan I's soul suddenly tensed up.

"Father...this is!?"

[Lang'er... In fact, I have cultivated the way of truth and falsehood throughout my life. 】

【What is true? What is fake? Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water! 】

[Reflection...is it fake? 】

[My magical method can be achieved by taking the flower in the mirror or the moon in the water! 】

[My magical method can also turn the imaginary into reality! 】

[Lang'er, what you see is my father's physical body in this life...]

[A body that can carry the soul of transcendence! 】

Hearing this, I was completely shocked.

Looking at Zhao Liuche's back in front of him, I felt proud again in my heart.

Brothers fighting the tiger, father and son go into battle!
In this life...what if we fight again! ?

When the idea of ​​​​I became clear, the blood mirror changed again.

There was no warning at all...

Ripples ripple on the surface of the blood mirror.

A pale right hand stretched out directly.

If Xia Ming were here, he would find out.

This right hand... is exactly the same as his right hand, exactly the same.

Looking at the arm stretched out from the immortal's body, a cold sneer gradually appeared at the corner of Zhao Liuche's mouth.

There were endless swirls in his eyes, and thoughts in Zhao Liuche's mind collided wildly.

[Mortals... dare to plot against immortals! ? 】

[Master Lianhua...are you worthy of being a chess player? 】

[A mere ant... dares to plot against me, Zhao Liuche? 】

【It’s up to you! How to compete with those old guys? ! 】

【It’s up to you! Do you dare to plot against Haozai Yuanyang? 】

[The earthworm shakes the big tree, it’s ridiculous to be overconfident! 】

[However...your soul method is quite interesting. 】

[In this way, I will play with you. 】

……

Sea of ​​Bones, Ninth Corpse City.

Under the ninth city of the Holy Continent, white bones serve as the foundation.

In the middle of that pale area is a deep black pool.

The water in the pool was pitch black, bottomless, and seemed to be able to swallow light.

Li Yuanzuo, the newly appointed Holy Island ferryman, knelt respectfully on the edge of the black pool.

Pour jar after jar of squirming black blood into the pool.

Li Yuanzuo quietly waited for the miracle to come.

A moment later, Blackpool shook.

The Holy Son Li Yong walked up slowly, holding his head.

Bit by bit, the wriggling black blood healed Li Yong's wounds bit by bit.

As the ferocious wounds continued to heal, Li Yong also let out a long breath of dark, turbid air.

Opening his gray eyes, Li Yong looked coldly at Li Yuanzuo who was kneeling aside.

The latter also immediately kowtowed respectfully.

"Li Yuanzuo, meet the saint!"

"The saint is immortal! The road is prosperous!"

"The Way of the Saint! Eternal!"

Li Yong twisted his neck slightly, and his tone was extremely calm.

"Okay, okay..."

"It's important, stop talking nonsense."

"Destiny is more important than anything else in this world. What I want is more than just detachment." (End of Chapter)