Xuanhuang Continent, Purple Cloud Sect.

At the top of the Purple Cloud Hall, there was a middle-aged man in a white sect robe, and on the seats on either side below him, there were sixteen people sitting upright.

"What's wrong with Xue'er Ancestor?" The middle-aged man in the first place was named Bai Qing, who was the one hundred and ninth sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, and there had been a full hundred years since Wu Fang's one.

"The immortal just went. A man stood up with sadness in his eyes.

"After all, I still can't wait. Bai Qing sighed faintly.

"Sect Master, you've done your best. Xue'er Ancestor is just a mortal body, and with the help of the sect masters of the past dynasties, she has been living for thousands of years, which is already her limit. Another man got up from his seat.

"Those former sect masters who have already gone to the higher level world, can't they come back?, why can't they bear to let Xue'er Ancestor continue to wait like this, until the last immortal is gone, she still can't wait. Bai Qing sighed.

At the top of Ziyun Mountain, I don't know how many years ago, a separate area was opened up here.

As far as the eye can see, the trees emit a blue light, which is very eye-catching. When approaching here, a cool breeze came to the face.

These trees are called Acacia Trees, and I don't know which sect master planted them for the people in the forest, with blue light in the leaves, and the purple glow flows, revealing wisps of coldness.

In the woods, you can see some female disciples picking acacia fruits everywhere, and they all talk about cultivation with smiles on their faces on weekdays. But today, their faces were extremely heavy, and they looked into the depths of the woods from time to time, and couldn't help tears from the corners of their eyes.

A tranquil acacia grove with blue light and two connected simple courtyards.

At this moment, in one of the courtyards, a woman in a long purple dress was sitting on a chair, facing the direction of the other courtyard.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her eyes were closed, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, but her body was already cold, without any life characteristics, peaceful and quiet.

This girl is naturally Mu Xue'er, the years change, the river of time flows, and she is always waiting for someone in this courtyard.

Because she swallowed the elixir, she was eternally young, but she did not step into the ranks of cultivation, and her lifespan should have only been a hundred years. A thousand years ago, she was supposed to die a natural death, but because the suzerain of that generation used divine power to continue her life, she lived for another hundred years.

Later, every Purple Cloud Sect Sect Master would take action to renew Mu Xue'er's life, but after all, she was just a mortal, and it was difficult to renew her life until the recent deadline.

"I'm a little inexplicably sorry for Xue'er Ancestor, I haven't waited for the ninth generation of sect masters after waiting for a thousand years. ”

"Do you think Sect Master Wu has forgotten Xue'er Ancestor?"

"Shhh

......

In the acacia forest, a group of female disciples whispered.

In the midst of the conversation of the disciples, the high-level leaders of the Purple Cloud Sect, led by Bai Qing, came to the courtyard one after another, first bowed sincerely, and then announced Mu Xue'er to the Immortal with the highest etiquette of the Purple Cloud Sect.

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At the same time, the other side.

In the depths of the Qiduan Mountain Range, the corners of Wu Fang's eyes, who were expressionless, suddenly twitched slightly.

"What's going on? intuition?" Wu Fang muttered as if he realized something. Inexplicably, there was a feeling of pain in the center.

He was blown out of the ground by the Fire Ghost Fox, and was finally taken away by the other party with witchcraft, but before he could go too far, this group of Fire Ghost Fox encountered the natural enemies in the mountain.

During the fight, Wu Fang witnessed the greatness of maternal love, even if it was the demon fox clan, a mother did not hesitate to drag her natural enemies to death in order to protect her child, just so that her child could have enough time to escape.

The fire ghost fox led by the natural enemy was brutally killed, and a group of young fire ghost foxes fled with sobbing, and Wu Fang was left behind.

The years changed, the continent bombarded, and it didn't take long for Qi Duanshan to disappear.

In the chaos, Wu Fang went through one strange place after another.

Ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years...... The winds of change.

In these years, Wu Fang's physical condition is still the same.

He has witnessed the battle of tens of millions of troops on the battlefield, witnessed the separation of his wife, witnessed the separation of life and death, and seen too much of everything.

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The Chaos Heavens Domain.

Since the eighty-eighth year of Wu Fang's disappearance, Xiao Yan has stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor, truly set foot in the Great Domain of the Heavens, and guarded the Wu Gate.

In the same year, Ye Fan, Chen Nan, Tang San, and Shi Hao also entered the realm of the Immortal Emperor and gathered in Wumen. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Jin Chanzi, Sha Seng, and Ao Lie broke through in the same period, crossed the last hurdle, and achieved the position of Immortal Emperor.

In the eighty-ninth year, the ancient dragon phoenix also made another breakthrough and became the twelfth immortal emperor of the Wu Sect after Wu Fang and Xiao Yan and others.

"Is there still no news of the master?" In the Wumen hall, a group of disciples gathered together.

"Nope. But I still don't believe that the master has fallen. ”

"That's right! With Master's supernatural powers, just an imperial treasure, let alone let him fall, I'm afraid I won't even be able to hurt him. ”

"One day, we will be able to find the master!"

The gazes of Xiao Yan, Ye Fan, Shi Hao and others were extremely firm.

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The years are long and in the snap of a finger.

Wu Fang doesn't know how many years he has been adrift in this strange world.

Time has no meaning to him anymore, he is immortal, but he can't do anything.

Everything that has been experienced can only be seen, not participated.

On this day, he drifted down into a bamboo forest with the strong wind.

Different from ordinary bamboos, the bamboos here are blood-purple, and each one is very thick and lush.

At first, Wu Fang didn't recognize these as bamboos, because they were so big that each one looked like a small mountain.

When Wu Fang reacted, he was really surprised.

It turns out that these bamboos are not rooted in the soil, but grow in the sea, which is very strange.

Looking at it, under these bamboos, there are still layers of purple water plants. Every trace is like blue gold, flowing with brilliant divine light.

"What kind of world is this?" Wu Fang muttered as he looked around.

The blue sea is boundless, the purple giant bamboos are in pieces, the scene is magnificent, and the aura is diffused, which really makes people can't help but marvel.

Whoa—

Just as Wu Fang was exploring this bamboo forest on the sea with his eyes, a huge wave suddenly appeared not far away, and the blue waves were turbulent, as if it had been cut open by a giant axe, rolling to both sides, and the sea water was agitated.

In the palpitating sound of the turbulent sea, an incomparably large black shadow rose from the sea, and I saw it coming by the wind and waves, so powerful. The giant horns are like mountains, like dragons and phoenixes, carrying a shocking imperial aura.