The Taoist drank tea and talked about the way of the sage, which was to tell the young man his position.

When the monk talks about reincarnation, he is also stating a position that belongs to him.

The old man disagreed, and his position was clear at a glance.

The four of them sat here, each with their own thoughts.

"Since ancient times, there has been theism, but since Lord Shenlong, what real immortals and demons are there?" the young man sighed.

Immortals, but not real immortals, and gods are not real gods, demons, and vain names.

And the Immortal Emperor is only more powerful than ordinary cultivators, not a real 'immortal'.

"Wouldn't it be better not to have that kind of existence?" the old man looked up slightly.

A hundred schools of thought contend, glory blooms, the world rolls out, geniuses come out, and a glorious era can continue, not an absolute ruler.

That is a picture that the major families in the fairy world do not want to see, and they do not want to see this person as 'Yueming'.

The meaning of the young man is already obvious.

But the old man's position is also very firm.

He wanted to be the second ruler in the ages, but the old man couldn't agree.

For a moment, the place was quiet, except for the rustling of tea pouring down.

Outside the pavilion, dragonflies point to the water, green frogs are infested, and the water surface is rippling, which looks very peaceful and natural.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came here.

A few people raised their heads, only to see the sky in the distance, the divine light bloomed, and the vast purple qi fell down, which could no longer be suppressed and released to their heart's content.

He was going to be sanctified.

The Taoist and the monk looked at each other, both revealing shock.

The difficulty of sanctification is as difficult as ascending to the sky, and since ancient times, they don't know how many failures they have witnessed.

Moreover, the most terrible thing when becoming holy is time, some people may not succeed even if they have exhausted thousands of years, and some people even exhaust their whole lives.

But Li Pu took three years.

This is arguably the shortest period of sanctification in history.

Of course, he has thousands of memories and time is greatly shortened, which is nothing.

At this moment, he has opened forty percent of his memory, and Zhihai has almost been blown up and doesn't know how many times he has been blown up, and he has been reorganized with difficulty again and again.

The storm struck, the thunder fell, the purple qi rolled down, and all the laws and all the destruction were blooming.

Within a radius of 100 miles, thousands of miles, most of the demon tower world, and the entire fairy world are also dark.

A mysterious aura seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, in the Milky Way, falling from it and submerging into Li Pu's body.

It is the power of life.

There is also a force of death, as if it came from hell, cold, forested, terrifying, and finally did not enter Li Pu's body.

The Yin and Yang Dao burst out, and a black and white whirlpool rushed out from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, appearing in the Great Void.

The Tao can be the sky, and the earth can also be a wisp of sand and dust, a world.

The Way of the Saints.

The grand life, the void and nothingness, echoed in Li Pu's ears.

The glimmer of realization in his heart was even greater, and it was a spiritual realization that existed in the memories of the celestial bodies for thousands of lifetimes.

What is St.

Holy may or may not.

Zhuzi chapter, the way of the saints, the blessing of the common people, is the way of the saints.

Enlightenment becomes more and more frequent, and pain goes hand in hand with happiness.

Bang!

The yin and yang in the void began to spread out, and the mighty and mighty spread over this sky.

In the storm, shrouded in purple qi, his figure became more and more sacred, and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was changing, blood, bones, and pores.

His sea of qi, yin and yang dao, everything, was shrouded under the shroud of the holy way.

This is the beginning of sanctification, a process that all saints must go through, but it is only a process, and after crossing this process, what awaits him is the mighty thunderstorm.

However, all this has nothing to do with the few people above the gazebo.

Retracting his thoughts, the young man poured tea for the three old men again.

"Your tea is good, but it doesn't suit my appetite. The old man shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Today, I only drink tea, and I don't talk about other major things. The young man laughed.

"I heard that there are twelve heavenly kings and four great saints in the Ru family, I don't know how many are here?" the old man subconsciously narrowed his gaze.

The three of them came here to block Yueming's pace, but Yueming was with them