There is a road above the nine heavens, and the immortal gate is wide open.

There was a person, dressed in white, holding a pot of glazed jade pot wine, stepping on gold-trimmed moon white boots, and his waist was tightened with a white belt.

Endless immortal qi diffused from that gate, and all the creatures baptized by the immortal qi were all transformed and transcendental.

A wild grass absorbed a trace of immortal energy, instantly turned into a spiritual grass, and gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

A beast smelled the immortal qi and fainted, and when it woke up, it already had the cultivation of the Great Dao Realm.

Immortals are in the dust, and the white clothes are full of snow.

That person is the white-clothed immortal who became an emperor tens of millions of years ago and ascended to the heavens.

Its name is Su Lingchen.

All beings in the world seek immortals, but they don't know that the supreme immortals are very greedy for the ups and downs of this red world, and the aftertaste is endless.

Fengshen is handsome, his face is like a crown of jade, and it is difficult to describe the appearance of the white-clothed fairy in elixir.

"It's a long fairy road, and it's too boring to walk alone.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to have a drink together? ”

The white-clothed fairy walked down from the snow-white Xianmen Avenue, drinking the wine in the pot, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was intoxicating.

As soon as the words fell, two glasses of fine wine suddenly appeared in front of Gu Hengsheng and Mo Yibai, the master of the floating tomb, with a fragrant aroma.

This wine is only available in the sky, and it is rare to taste it a few times in the world.

This wine was brewed by the white-clothed fairy with a clear spiritual liquid thousands of years ago, and after millions of years of brewing, it can be called the best in the world.

Gu Hengsheng looked at the glass of wine in front of him and was silent for a long time.

If Gu Hengsheng had been able to get a drop of this wine before, it would be a supreme creation, shaping a peerless foundation, and he would definitely be able to improve his cultivation.

Tasting this wine now, at most, it just makes Gu Hengsheng sigh.

A clear spiritual liquid has little effect on Gu Hengsheng.

"So-so."

Mo Yibai gave the white-clothed fairy this face, drank all the wine in the cup, and said indifferently.

As Mo Yibai finished drinking, the empty wine glass slowly disappeared.

Gu Hengsheng didn't taste it, but stood in the void with his hands in his hands, raising his head and staring at the white-clothed fairy who was walking slowly: "We finally met." ”

"Yes! Finally...... Met. ”

The white-clothed fairy seemed to be a little drunk, and there was a little drunkenness on his cheeks, free and easy.

"Congratulations, you broke the shackles of the fairy world and became an immortal who escapes the world."

Gu Hengsheng said congratulations in his words, but his tone was particularly cold, and there was even a hint of displeasure.

Immortals, overlooking the world, how can they care about the life and death of people in the world?

More than 100,000 years ago, the white-clothed immortal laid out countless chess pieces, hoping to make a trace of cracks appear in the flawless avenue, so as to promote the process of the great world.

At that time, there was no Heavenly Sword Immortal in the world, only a child who looked forward to the future.

The old man, who had taken care of the child for many years, was approaching, and the white-clothed fairy unconsciously laid out a chess piece, and with the help of the old man's dying body, he planted a seed of invincible Dao heart for the child.

"Kid, grandpa is leaving."

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

"Silly boy, where grandpa goes, you can't go.

Only when you become a legendary cultivator can you know where your grandfather has gone. ”

"Then I will definitely become a cultivator, and when the time comes, I will come and take my grandfather home."

A few days after the "good ......", the old man died, and it was a funeral organized by the villagers.

Later, the boy left the remote village with a rough wooden sword on his back and began his legendary life.

Conquer all directions, sweep the world, defeat the heroes with one sword, and sweep the eight wildernesses with one sword.

Fight against the Emperor of Heaven to open the gate of heaven, and traverse the Nine Heavens with a sword! The only sword immortal who hates the sky in ancient times was born, and it will be passed down through the ages.

Until the moment he died, he couldn't see the old man's kind smile.

The memory gradually blurred, and the Hatred Heaven Sword Immortal sat down, sighed, and hated for a while.

It was precisely because of the Hatred of Heaven Sword Immortal that there was a trace of crack in the flawless Heavenly Dao, and the prelude to the world of great controversy officially opened.

Immediately afterwards, the remnants of the white-clothed immortal left in the human world shattered the Heavenly Dao with one finger, causing more serious cracks to appear in the flawless Dao marks, and the layout of everything began to end.

Gu Hengsheng had entered the underworld, and his divine thoughts swept many corners of the underworld, but he still did not find the old man more than 100,000 years ago.

Even if Gu Hengsheng ascends to the pinnacle of the world, it can't change the fact that the deceased person is deceased.

"I know what you're thinking, don't look at me like that."

The white-clothed immortal and Gu Hengsheng looked at each other and said seriously: "In the past, a wisp of my consciousness occupied the old man's body, but it did not destroy his life.

If nothing else, he would have entered reincarnation long ago, and he didn't know how many years he had been reincarnated. ”

"Even so, I still see you very upset."

Gu Hengsheng is not an immortal now, but he dares to sit on an equal footing with an immortal, and there is no respect in his words.

Although Gu Hengsheng said so, at least he got an answer, the soul of the old man back then entered the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and he was not destroyed by the consciousness of the white-clothed immortal, so it was good.

Gu Hengsheng drank the glass of wine suspended in front of him, just like Mo Yibai, and said flatly: "General." ”

If an ordinary person drinks a drop of this wine, he will definitely be unable to bear it and will explode and die.

Just by smelling a wisp of wine, cultivation can progress by leaps and bounds.

If the Great Emperor could have the opportunity to drink a cup of immortal brew made from a clear spiritual liquid and countless treasures, the Great Dao could be expected, and why would it be difficult to live another life.

Such an immortal brew was countless times more precious than the Great Dao Treasure Medicine in the world, but it seemed insignificant in the mouths of Gu Hengsheng and Mo Yibai.

"I'm not drinking wine, it's life."

The white-clothed fairy disagreed, took another sip of immortal brew, and chuckled.

This level of conversation is no longer qualified for the Emperor to interject.

Including the Great Emperor, hundreds of millions of living beings in the world were all stunned, dumbfounded, and a sense of suffocation came to their faces.

The white-clothed fairy who appears now is the real him.

Tens of millions of years ago, the white-clothed immortal faked his death and escaped, hiding from the avenue, and even the supreme lord of the immortal court.

After thousands of years of painstaking layout, the white-clothed immortal finally got a glimmer of opportunity to enter the underworld and open the door of the immortal world.

Then the white-clothed immortal took advantage of that opportunity to take a step forward in his cultivation, broke the shackles of the fairy world strongly, and descended to the world.

"By the way, I forgot something."

The white-clothed fairy patted his forehead lightly, looked at the end of the starry sky, and talked and laughed: "The immortal is willing to be born, talk about life, talk about the avenue?" ”

Rumble! Gu Hengsheng and Mo Yibai's complexions changed slightly, and their bodies tensed involuntarily.

Who gave the white-clothed immortal the courage to talk to the lord of the immortal court in such a tone?

Could it be that the white-clothed immortal thinks that his strength can already shake the lord of the immortal court?