Idle is idle, Zhong Zhen flew slowly, while breathing the damage to his body. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she finally had some time to chat with Menglang, and there was a faint speculation in her heart, but she had to be sure.

Full of sarcasm, she spoke slowly: "Little dream, I think your character is very problematic, but in some places it is not admirable. Not everyone is willing to die, what is wrong with your brain, come, tell me about it. ”

No one wants to die, and even more so immortal cultivators, especially those who are extremely talented immortal cultivators, because they really have the possibility of immortality.

What is the purpose of cultivating immortals, understanding the way of heaven, saving the common people, and seeking the truth, there are different opinions. However, most people still think that immortality is the ultimate goal, and the longer you live, the better.

Death is like a bottomless abyss, you can see but you don't know what's in the abyss.

What you can't know is the real horror.

Death is a great terror!

Mortals believe in all schools and sects, there are Bodhisattvas in the temple, and there are guardian gods on the door, and even the stove that burns the fire does not let go, and respects it as the king of the stove. After his death, a monk came to knock on the wooden fish and cross the crossing, and everything was arranged properly, so as to resist the unknowable horror.

The power of belief comes from ignorance and an unwillingness to find out what the truth is. Because of ignorance, happiness can alleviate the fear of death visible in the future.

As for immortal cultivators, their path is more clear, so it is difficult to really believe in anyone.

The Qi Refining Cultivators envied the four hundred years of the foundation building monks, and the foundation builders stared at the eight hundred of the Jin Dan, and there were Yuan Ying and Transformation God Monks on it, the higher the cultivation, the longer the lifespan.

However, it is not an easy task to achieve such a high level of cultivation. Any mountain peak is destined to have a lot of stepping stones underneath, and only a few people can stand on it.

In order to live, to desperately rush to death seems to be a law of immortal cultivators.

There are many monks like Xiao Bufan who are looking for opportunities everywhere, and they have fallen into the major cheats and ancient cave mansions. Not to mention anything else, there were many corpses in the dense fog area near the Onimi Abyss alone.

Killing demon beasts to make money spirit stones is also the fastest way to make money for qi refining and foundation building cultivators, and it is also a place for them to bury their bones quickly.

As long as they can live longer and better, and climb to the peak, some immortal cultivators are willing to pay a lot of money in exchange.

For example, if Yuanwu pushes the little sister into the mouth of a demon, for example, a person with bad intentions stabs a knife in the back.

Even if he is dead, there is still snatching and cultivating demons. It's all about being alive!

But Menglang, as a high-level monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, simply regarded life and death as nothing, Zhong Zhen was very curious, what kind of disease did he have?

Faced with Zhong Zhen's inquiry, Menglang finally spoke.

"My name is Tan Menglan." Meng Lang said lightly.

If you ignore his embarrassment, change his clothes, and then pull up the sunken nose to treat it properly, this sentence is said in a bit of a way, as if everyone should be like thunder, as if they have to know this person.

He is indeed very famous.

Even the Buddha who was far away at the edge of the Western Regions had heard of it, and when he heard that Zhong Zhen wanted to find two good-looking men in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, he first thought of this extremely famous Tan Menglan of the Immortal Sect.

However, the Buddha didn't know that Tan Menglan was already in the middle of the Yuan infant.

Tan Lang is like a dream, Tan Lang is like an orchid, and he can only appear in a dream to smell his fragrance like an orchid musk. Talented and temperamental, all of them are dragons among people, he treads the waves and goes, leaving his back in the world to look up to.

Many bold female cultivators boast of being able to use their methods, but no one can match them. The few who escaped death only sighed why they didn't become a righteous path nun in the first place and joined the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect to which he belonged.

However, the Immortal Sect is not so easy to enter. Opposed to the Firmament Sword Sect, this faction has three God Transformation Ancestors, and there are endless masters of refining alchemy and refining talismans. The disciples of the sect all wore white clothes, and when they went out, they were like visitors from the sky, and the fairy wind was swirling, and no one was envious.

But Zhong Zhen hadn't heard of it, "Are you famous?" ”

Tan Menglan couldn't help but be surprised, she hadn't heard of his name. Although he was from Zhongtian Prefecture, he had been in the Southern Regions for more than a hundred years, and all high-ranking cultivators should have heard of him.

The other party is a demon cultivator, so it's possible to not know, Tan Menglan nodded, "Well, I'm very famous." ”

In Zhongtianzhou, he is even more famous, and is known as one of the great monks who are most likely to become gods in recent times.

Zhong Zhen covered her mouth and smiled, "Your name is really funny, like a big girl." When your father named you, was he thinking about a woman named 'Lan'? ”

"My mother's name has a 'Lan' in it, and she is not an immortal cultivator. My father left when she was dying and took me with him. ”

While naming his son Menglan, he abandoned the child and his mother, Tan Menglan's father is really not a thing.

Zhong Zhen didn't fly fast, and there was still some distance from the Western Wilderness City, so she had time to ask slowly.

"Your father is really hypocritical, and it is really a faction, and if there is a father, there must be a son. Go on, you don't look like a cult person, and when you run for your life, you remember to bomb the demon to death. Why do you want to kill the little nuns? ”

Tan Menglan didn't know where to start.

Ever since he went mad, he couldn't control himself, as if he had been split into two people. Everything in the past seems to have become very vague, so vague that some of them have almost forgotten, or they have deliberately forgotten......

Without answering Zhong Zhen's question, Tan Menglan looked at the endless sky and fell into memory.

I, Tan Menglan, am a foreign child who was not born in the Tan family in Qianling, but no one can despise me. Single water spirit root, bones are all the best choice.

At that time, my father met my mother, who was a mortal, and the two loved each other and lived in a small immortal cultivation city. I have had the best resources since I was a child, drinking the best spiritual milk, bathing in mild herbal soup every few days, and getting started with qi refining at the age of three.

However, my mother is only a mortal, so I returned to the Tan family with my father, and I needed to cut her out of my life.

On the road of cultivating immortals, cut off seven feelings, break six desires, and pursue the eternal way.

Truth is a straight road, leaving behind the past and leading directly to the sky, through this sky, stepping into the ranks of the immortals.

When did I start to see life and death, I gradually felt that human existence had no meaning, and I got tired of the competition for resources and the struggle with each other. The end of life is death, and the end of immortality is nothingness. I'm tired of the long life, I've lived for more than five hundred years, and I've lived enough.

I, Tan Menglan, am not the hope of the Tan family in the future, and I am not the face of the sect to use it as a signboard. When people die, the lights go out, leaving behind the blood of their children and the inheritance of their disciples, and eventually I will still disappear, and everything is nothing.

As I walked towards the road of perdition, I had fear in my heart, not because I was afraid of death, but because I was afraid that the road of hundreds of years was a wrong path.

I have traveled all over Zhongtianzhou, walked through many mundane countries, and watched from the sidelines.

The nature of human beings, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, are all in my eyes. (To be continued.) )