The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the mountains are snowy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe remote and ancient Izumo Mountain, low and long. Under the cloudless sky, the whole wilderness is empty and vast, and there is nothing surprising about this ancient mountain range. The top of the mountain is covered with snow and reflects a clear light. And halfway up the mountain, a solemn temple has stood for thousands of years. Shinto was banned as early as ancient times, and once the trace of the wild god was discovered in the cultivation realm, it was immediately destroyed with the power of thunder. It is only in this great wilderness that the place where God abandons the desolation of God can accommodate the people who fled here a thousand years ago to cultivate their gods.

The sky is blue, the clouds are scattered, the perennial snow peaks, and the low and ancient mountains constitute a solemn and vast picture. There are few people in the wilderness, but on this day, there are a few visitors from outside the world. The green smoke curls, the temple is solemn and solemn, and there are countless altars on both sides of the ninety-nine stone stairs. These altars have intricate and mysterious patterns, not man-made but natural. The three of them stepped into the temple and saw the statue of the god on the altar at a glance. There's something strange about this idol. It is neither the blue-faced fangs and the fierce gods, nor the gentle and compassionate expressions, but the lifelike portrayal of the man is as radiant and indifferent as the appearance of the fairy.

The appearance is noble, the bearing is calm, and with just one glance, the soul is stunning. Standing above the nine heavens, more ethereal than immortals, more noble than gods, people are ashamed of themselves. After thousands of years, he still came to this point. Today's person is no longer the vigor of a young man, no longer the elegance and calmness of a young man, but more abundant and handsome, with a transparent understanding that he did not have when he was still fighting on the path of immortals. If you don't come this far, no matter how wise you are, you can't understand this transparent understanding. On the immortal road, one step at a time, the vision determines the bearing.

The people who came were all dressed in black robes, and the leader reacted and muttered: "Half-step celestial, it really deserves to be the Bright Moon Immortal!" The rest were silent. The black-robed man was silent for a while, and the temple was silent, dead silent. Suddenly, someone smiled at the statue and said, "Mingyue Immortal, why don't you see the old man here?"

After a long time, the statue that did not show any spiritual light bloomed with a faint white light, and in a moment, a man with his eyes closed showed his traces. The moment he opened his eyes, it was as if a round of the rising sun and a bright moon slowly rose from the depths of his eyes, and then hung high, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

These are all illusions, but the clear divine light that slashes people is not an illusion. The black-robed man had already prepared, so he avoided it. Mingyue Immortal is not a sneak attacker, and if he can't strike a blow, he won't attack anymore. The manly demeanor is noble, it is a generation of Tianjiao gods and Ji Shi Mingyue Immortal!

Ji Mingyue looked at the visitor quietly, her expression as indifferent as ever. Even if the enemy on the other side is as deep as the sea and hates higher than the sky, it doesn't seem to have left half a trace on his heart.

The past is like dust, and things are not people. In the first hundred years, he did not complain, and then as time passed, he gradually understood the meaning of the light of the universe - everything will die, everything will pass, a thousand years have passed, hatred is hate, but it is long gone that he was crazy.

Even if the revenge is here, the mood is still calm. He looked at the familiar equipment, and couldn't help but be in a trance, remembering the events of the year.

Ji Mingyue was born in the god Ji family, with the root of the fairy spirit, the root organ is jealous of the sky, the practice is far beyond ordinary people, and the strength is overwhelming the peers, known as the Mingyue Immortal! He was born in a family, apprenticed to the holy land of Taoism, and his cultivation was smooth. There are only three natural disasters, which are inevitable. And he fell on this second plague.

Now his body is gone, and only his soul remains. No matter how much you cultivate, you can't stop the heavens, you can't survive the thunderstorm, you can't prove the heavens, and you can't get the right results. And the catastrophe thousands of years ago he was defeated by the human robbery, and the person who came was the one who should be robbed.

He had just entered the realm of Jindan, he was less than 100 years old, he was extremely talented, and his spirit was flying. Unexpectedly, there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and overnight, the road was completely destroyed. Even if he is still breathing, he is just unwilling.

Now goodbye, either you die or I die. But the black-robed man opened his mouth: "A thousand years ago, seven of my brothers ruined your path, and a thousand years of pursuit knew that you were in this great wilderness, and now there are only three of my brothers left, and they are also hindered by demons. ”

Ji Mingyue's expression was still indifferent, and said: "Take my treasure, destroy my body, so that I can't preach the heavens for thousands of years of cultivation, can I not repay it if I hate it so much that it is higher than the sky?" ”

The two sides were silent, and after a while, Ji Mingyue's expression changed for the first time since she appeared, as if she had fallen from the Nine Heavens and brought fireworks with her. He sighed slowly, but still asked: "I don't know if I have left for a thousand years, Shenxiao Immortal, what has changed?" His words are like flowing water, like the chatter of old friends who have not seen him for many years.

There are not many things in the world that can make Ji Mingyue take it to heart, and the god Ji is one of them. The black-robed man must have asked for something before he made a move. Gongzi Mingyue's question can be regarded as a condition of exchange, and it is also a condition that the black-robed man cannot refuse. Sure enough, the black-robed man was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since the disappearance of the Bright Moon Immortal, although the God Man Ji Clan was sad for a while, it was less than ten years old, and the God Man Ji Clan gave birth to another Tianjiao. Although you are not as talented as Mingyue Immortal, you are also comparable to your peers Tianjiao, and you are named Ji Flawless. This is my thousand-year-old memory, stored in the sympathetic flower, you can take a look. The black-robed man took out a glass-colored flower and floated over, and the flower flew towards Ji Mingyue.

Ji Mingyue took it.

Only then did the black-robed man continue to speak, he sighed slightly, and asked softly, "Can Mingyue Immortal tell you about this thousand-year-old cultivation, what are your experiences in cultivation?"

If you want to ask what is the most precious thing in the world of cultivating immortals, it must be the experience of your predecessors. Rare treasures, spirit beast treasures, no matter how many resources there are, no matter how good the talent is, without a guide, you will definitely not be able to cultivate the realm, and you will not be able to suppress the heavens. The reason why loose cultivation is not as good as the children of the family and the disciples of the sect is mostly due to the reasons. The black-robed man was trapped by the heart demon at the peak of the cave void, and if he could get the guidance of the Bright Moon Immortal, he would definitely be able to reach the realm of heaven and man. Provided, of course, that he can survive to this day.

Ji Mingyue will not break his word and gain weight, there is a faint light on his body, about half of the tea, a white light flew out of the void, and merged into Ji Mingyue's slightly transparent spirit body. By this time, he had already begun to tell.

"This is the land of the Heavens, and reincarnation can be started every three hundred years. I detached a trace of my true soul and entered the cycle of reincarnation, while I slept and meditated here. Because of this earthly place, I can not be bound by the physical body and cultivate the soul alone. "

"In the past thousand years, I have witnessed countless ups and downs in reincarnation, countless people have prayed to me, I can hear the most sincere thoughts and wishes from the bottom of people's hearts, so for too many things, seeing the omen can often understand the cause and effect, naturally clear, as if the world is evolving in front of you, this is a supernatural power, not a supernatural power."

"In the ancient times that were closest to today's Qi Refining Dao, this kind of person was called: Wise Man!"

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