The power of the Heavenly Punishment Divine Eye is strong, but Wu Ling Tian is now suffering from Dao injuries, and once he uses it, he has exhausted all the innate mixed yuan true qi in Wu Ling Tianzu's aperture, and even the innate soul has become weak.

"I must leave quickly, if I am discovered by those powerful natives in the Heavenly Realm again, I will be planted. Wu Lingtian dragged his seriously injured body out of the Purple Dragon Immortal City.

The big battle that took place outside the Purple Dragon Immortal City naturally caused many powerful peeps in the city, but Wu Lingtian had already left first.

Ziyun's breath is gone, is he dead. ”

Thinking that Ziyun was very likely to be dead, all the powerhouses present couldn't help but gasp and were a little shocked.

Zi Yun is the city lord of Purple Dragon Immortal City, and he is the strongest person in Purple Dragon Immortal City, even in the entire Heavenly Realm, he is also the strongest person in the ranks, but now he was killed silently, and the person who killed him was definitely beyond their imagination.

The strongest in the Heavenly Realm is a master of the Immortal Zun level, and only the power of the Immortal Zun level can kill Zi Yun so silently.

"Which Immortal Venerable did Zi Yun offend?" Everyone began to suspect that there were many powerhouses in the Heavenly Realm, but there were only a handful of people who had truly cultivated to reach the Immortal Venerable realm.

This matter is related to an immortal-level powerhouse, and no one dares to investigate it, and they are all thinking about how to carve up the Purple Dragon Immortal City.

Purple Dragon Immortal City also set off a huge storm because of Zi Yun's death, and all major forces wanted to compete for the dominance of Purple Dragon Immortal City and become the real overlord.

There are immortal cities inhabited by monks in the Heavenly Realm, and naturally there will be cities inhabited by mortals, and there will naturally be dynasties if there are cities.

Wu Lingtian dragged his seriously injured body and hid in the realm where mortals lived.

The realm where mortals live and the entire cultivation realm seem to be separated by a powerful force, the place where mortals live is only suitable for mortals, and the place where monks live is only suitable for monks, and the two do not interfere with each other, as if one is the mortal realm and the other is the immortal realm, which cannot be said in the same day.

There is no trace of aura in the mortal world, only the ten thousand zhang red dust, the terrifying red dust qi is so rich that even the ancient giants who have entered the holy secret realm will be infected by the red dust qi and turn into a mortal if they stay in the mortal realm for a long time.

Perhaps it is for this reason that monks in the mortal realm are rarely seen, and all monks are high immortals in the eyes of mortals, with vast magical powers, and the ability to pick stars and take the moon.

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Mortal Realm, Qingyun City.

"Grandpa Wu, I'm here. A ten-year-old boy pushed open the gate of the courtyard and came to an old man with white hair and a pale face.

The old man said kindly: "Xiaolong, today is your tenth birthday, and Grandpa Wu promised to make you a wooden knife as a birthday gift." ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a delicately carved wooden knife, which looked ordinary, but it concealed the true meaning of a powerful knife.

"Grandpa Wu, I like it so much, this is the best birthday gift I have ever received. "Xiaolong can't put down the wooden knife, and keeps playing with it in his hand.

The old man said kindly: "Xiaolong, remember Grandpa Wu's words, you must carry this wooden knife with you, it will protect your safety." ”

Xiaolong swore and said with a serious face: "Grandpa Wu, I will always keep it with me." ”

The old man reached out and touched his head, and asked, "Xiaolong, why do you like knives, do you want to be a swordsman when you grow up?"

Xiaolong pursed his mouth and said arrogantly: "Grandpa Wu, what's so good about a swordsman, I'm not a mortal yet, my dream is to become an immortal." ”

"You little guy is not very ambitious, but how difficult it is for mortals to become immortals, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, and what is good about immortals, it is not as comfortable as mortals. The old man said with a smile.

"Grandpa Wu, I heard that the storyteller said that mortals only have a hundred years, but immortals can live forever, and they also have the magical power to pick stars and take the moon, and they can control their own destiny, many immortals are cultivated by mortals, and I also want to become immortals like them and change their fate. ”

There was a hint of determination on Xiaolong's immature face, as if this would be the goal he would pursue all his life.

"Change your own destiny. The old man's eyes showed a gleam.

Then he looked at Xiaolong and said with a smile: "You go play!"

"Grandpa Wu, I'm leaving, I'm going to refine the sword method, one day, I will become an immortal. The little dragon danced the wooden knife in his hand while bouncing, so happy.

The old man was none other than Wu Lingtian.

And at this time, his aging appearance is all because of the battle with Ziyun five years ago, he had no choice but to use the Heavenly Punishment Divine Eye, which led to the outbreak of Dao injuries in his body, the continuous loss of the source, and the rapid loss of vitality, every day he passed, he would be a year old, until the source was exhausted, and the oil ran out and the lamp dried up and died.

After he came to the mortal world, he began to experience the life of mortals, and he felt the red dust, and in five years, he completely integrated into Qingyun City, as if he forgot that he was a powerful martial artist and became an ordinary mortal, waiting for death.

"Fate is impermanent, all living beings are struggling in the red dust, whether it is against or in obedience, but it is all people's hearts, and fate is also a kind of power, which will eventually be controlled by me. ”

Wu Lingtian's spiritual power became extremely powerful at this moment, as if he could control everything, including fate, and he had a trace of understanding of fate, and with this trace of understanding, the Heavenly Dao True Wheel burst out with a powerful force of fate.

The Heavenly Dao True Wheel was suspended in the palm of the innate soul, as if fate was in his hands.

"My life is up to me. ”

In the ancestral aperture, the innate soul mastered the true wheel of the Heavenly Dao, revealing a powerful divinity, which seemed sacred and inviolable.

The innate soul came to the dantian, and there was a hideous opening in the dantian, and a trace of origin power flowed out of it.

These origin powers are the foundation of Wu Lingtian's god and demon foundation, and the Dao injury erupted, which had already shaken his indestructible god and demon foundation, if it weren't for cultivating the Heaven Mending Sutra and suppressing the Dao injury with the power of mending the sky, he might have died.

"With my will as the needle and the red dust as the thread, I will do the way to mend the sky. ”

Wu Lingtian grasped that trace of his understanding of fate, and understood his own way of mending the sky, the mending heaven scripture is an emperor scripture, containing the way of mending the sky, his way of mending the sky is not the way of mending the sky contained in the mending heaven scripture, but his own way of mending the sky, with his own will as the needle, with thousands of zhang of red dust as the line, can make up for everything.

The Book of Heaven is the Emperor's Scripture, and there is no doubt that it is powerful, if you find the upper, middle and lower three volumes of scriptures, it is equivalent to having a road to heaven that leads directly to the Emperor.

But after all, that is someone else's way, if you blindly chase the path of your predecessors, there will be no way out.

What Wu Lingtian wants to do is not to follow the same path as others, but to follow his own path, he wants to create his own peerless martial arts based on the Heavenly Sutra.

Wu Lingtian stood motionless, completely lifeless, as if he was dead.

Three days later, the little dragon came running again.

"Grandpa Wu, I'm here again, I'll show you my self-created sword technique this time, it's amazing. Xiaolong hurriedly ran to Wu Lingtian's residence.

But when Xiaolong saw Wu Lingtian standing motionless, he pushed curiously, but he couldn't push.

Although Xiaolong was only ten years old, his height was comparable to that of an ordinary eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and his head was just on Wu Lingtian's chest, he listened to it, but there was no heartbeat, and he couldn't help crying and ran out.

"Dad, mother, it's not good, Grandpa Wu is dead. ”

Xiaolong's father and mother came to Wu Lingtian's courtyard, checked it, and confirmed that he was really dead.

Xiaolong couldn't help crying and said, "Dad, mother, Grandpa Wu is gone, and no one is playing with me." ”

"Long'er, be good, your Grandpa Wu is smiling, there are no regrets, people can't be resurrected after death, let's let his old man be buried in the ground!" Xiaolong's father, Long Yuantu, comforted.

Since Wu Lingtian came to Qingyun City five years ago, Long Yuantu saw that he was alone, with no children and no daughters, so he placed him in an old mansion, which is where Wu Lingtian now lives, and became a neighbor.

If Wu Lingtian knew that he had entered a deep level of cultivation because of a momentary epiphany, and the aura of his whole body had converged, and he had been buried as a dead man, he wouldn't know how to feel.

"Grandpa Wu, I will come to see you often in the future. Xiaolong kowtowed to Wu Lingtian a few times and left with his father.

And a piece of wood is inserted on a tomb bag, with a few words engraved on it, the tomb of the old martial man.

Long Yuantu's family only knew Wu Lingtian's surname Wu, but they didn't know his full name, and many people called him Lao Wutou.

Although Wu Lingtian was buried in the ground, his physical body was not decayed at all, and it was no different from a living person.

He has already forged the foundation of gods and demons, and the physical body is equivalent to the body of the half-finished god and demon, what is the body of the gods and demons, that is, the sky is difficult to destroy, the earth is difficult to bury, and the physical body is immortal and immortal, and it will not decay at all.

Day after day, three years have passed.

Wu Lingtian's grave was covered with grass.

A young man with a wooden knife on his back came to his grave, and after clearing the grass on the grave, the young man stood in front of the grave and said: "Grandpa Wu, Xiaolong is leaving, I once had a dream to become an immortal, I want to chase the footprints of immortals, immortality, I heard that immortals have the magic power to bring the dead back to life, I will definitely become an immortal, and resurrect Grandpa Wu." ”

The young man's eyes were full of determination, and he turned away with great ambition and embarked on his so-called road to becoming an immortal.

Another three years passed.

Since the boy left, the weeds on the grave bag have not been cleared, and there are more and more weeds, and the growth is amazing, the general grass has grown to the height of a person, and even the nearby trees are taller, thicker, and more vigorous than ordinary trees.

Qingyun City belonged to the Dayan Dynasty.

At this time, there was a war between the Dayan Dynasty and the nearby Great Wilderness Dynasty, and the war was raging, and the people were struggling to make a living.

The two countries fought for four years, the blood flowed like a river, and the corpses were everywhere, Qingyun City was located in a remote place of the Dayan Dynasty, so the war was avoided.

The grave bag was still lying there quietly.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura swept out of the ground, and the tomb bag suddenly cracked, and a figure walked out of the tomb.

The figure is naturally Wu Lingtian, who has been buried for ten years.

Now Wu Lingtian has returned to his peak state, and he no longer looks old and decayed.

Looking at the rotten wooden plaque on the ground, the words on it were blurred, but they were still recognized by Wu Lingtian at a glance.

The tomb of the old warrior.

Old Wutou is not what others call him.

"This is my tomb. Wu Lingtian was stunned, obviously not understanding what was going on, how did he become a dead man, looking at the tomb like a small hill, and the tombstone made of wooden blocks, this is too much.

However, a person's death is like a lamp going out, even if he is a young supreme, but once he dies, it is just a pinch of loess.