Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

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Just as Xu Ming was leading Wu Yanhan and the others to escape this place, a voice echoed in his ears.

Xu Ming and the others were all startled!

Xu Ming and the others felt a sweetness in their throats and spat out a mouthful of blood.

They had only heard the other party's voice, and their spiritual power had already begun to紊乱.

Xu Ming couldn't even imagine what realm the other party was in.

In the next moment, a giant hand grabbed towards Xu Ming and the others.

Looking at the dharma image of this large hand, Xu Ming felt a deep sense of despair.

That terrifying aura locked onto him, and in front of this large hand, he felt like an ant, easily crushed to death.

This giant hand seemed to be doing exactly as the other party said, dragging Xu Ming and the others down to be buried with him.

Xu Ming frowned.

But even so, Xu Ming would not sit idly by and wait for death.

Xu Ming raised the long sword in his hand high, already prepared to swing it towards the other party.

"You've been dead for so long, why do you still need others to be buried with you? And you're bullying the weak with your strength, aren't you ashamed if the other old guys find out about this?"

Before Xu Ming could swing the sword in his hand, the little monk's voice also rang out.

Golden light wrapped around the giant palm, then contracted, collapsed, and crushed.

The golden light and the palm dissipated together.

Xu Ming and the others gasped for breath, as if they had been捞起来 from the sea.

Only then did they realize that their backs were cold, and their clothes were already soaked with sweat.

"Maitreya, even at this time, you still want to ruin my plans!" The voice was filled with anger.

"Hahahaha... When have I ever not ruined your plans?" The little monk's laughter echoed throughout the chaos.

"Do you think these people can stop us? Hahahaha, it's impossible. We will eventually complete what we didn't finish before. Even if they grow up, they are just ants."

"Then let's try it."

Streams of golden light reappeared from the chaos.

These golden lights enveloped every cultivator who appeared in the chaos, sending them out.

With a blur of consciousness, Xu Ming and the others...

When Xu Ming opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the imperial palace of Wudu.

However, only Wu Yanhan was by Xu Ming's side.

As for Qin Qingwan and Shi Xin, who had gone out with him, were not there.

Xu Ming guessed that although they came from the same door, the spaces they emerged into were different.

They came out from where they entered.

Of course, the other three cultivators who entered with Xu Ming were all buried with the Rootless Secret Realm.

After Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan came out, the formation in the palace vibrated again and again.

Soon, Emperor Wu and the palace guards came to Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan's side.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan saluted.

"It's good that you both returned safely." Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Emperor Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Emperor Wu knew that they both needed experience, and that greenhouse flowers were useless, he couldn't help but worry in his heart.

Moreover, if something happened to either of them, it would be an unbearable loss for the Wu Kingdom.

"You are also tired. Rest well first, then come to the imperial study to find me. Someone!"

Emperor Wu said to the maidservants beside him.

"Take Princess and Wen Wuqing down to bathe and change."

"Yes."

Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan were led away by the maidservants.

At the same time, at the foot of the Xintian Xuanmen Mountain, Qin Qingwan and several disciples of Tianxuanmen returned safely.

Qin Qingwan looked left and right, and did not find Xu Ming and others. Qin Qingwan naturally understood that Xu Ming should have returned to his original place.

In a small plain, Shi Xin's eyes blinked lightly, looked around, and then continued to walk towards Wudu.

However, compared to before, Shi Xin could not help but speed up his pace.

Shi Xin didn't know why, but just wanted to see Xu Ming as soon as possible.

The cultivators who entered the Rootless Secret Realm before, as long as they were alive, all returned to the entrance where they originally entered the Rootless Secret Realm.

As for the cultivators who died in the Rootless Secret Realm, they will be annihilated along with the Rootless Secret Realm and disappear forever.

As for whether their souls can escape and be reincarnated, it is unknown, it all depends on their good fortune.

And just as the cultivators who returned from the Rootless Secret Realm were all going to their respective sects to report the situation.

A little monk sat high above the clouds.

"Hmm, let's go take a look." The little monk Maitreya stood up and patted his butt, "Let's go see this world."

The southernmost part of the Southern Border Demon Kingdom.

In the place closest to barrenness, there is a mountain peak.

This mountain peak is the highest mountain peak in the Southern Border Demon Kingdom, named the Mount of Final Rest.

There are not many demons on this Mount of Final Rest, only an old man and a few disciples.

But the Mount of Final Rest is not a sect.

The Mount of Final Rest is like an old man, taking some children to live in seclusion here, indifferent to worldly affairs.

But is this Mount of Final Rest really indifferent to worldly affairs?

Although the old man has not taken a step out of the Mount of Final Rest, this old man knows a lot about the affairs of the world.

And this old man also gave himself an elegant title in the style of Confucianism, called "Hermit of Final Rest".

In short, no one in the entire Southern Border Demon Kingdom dares to underestimate this old man.

And now, this old man is fishing in a lake on the mountain.

The old man was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, looking like a 高人.

In fact, the old man has been sitting here for two hours, but in the old man's fish basket, there is not a single fish.

It is very likely that this old man will be 空军.

"Grandpa, you didn't catch a single fish again." A child was squatting beside the old man.

The child propped his chin and yawned.

He came to fish with his grandfather, and there was not a single fish before going to bed, and there was not a single fish after waking up.

It was like this yesterday, it is like this today, and it is estimated that it will be like this tomorrow.

The child doesn't know where the fun of grandpa coming here is.

"Who said there are no fish, isn't it coming?" The old man smiled.

"Fish? Where is it?" The child stood up, his big round eyes looking at the lake.

But there was no movement on the lake.

"Fish, it's behind you." The old man said slowly.

"The old man said I am a fish, that's really too much." The little monk touched his belly and walked forward with a smile.