After reaching the point of 90%, Wu Chong was finally no longer affected by distracting thoughts, and he could feel that the unknown world was imperceptibly affecting him, like radiation. According to the traditional understanding of cultivating immortals, he should have entered the Mahayana period now.

The biggest characteristic of Mahayana monks is that they can restrain distracting thoughts, and in addition to the physical body, the consciousness and soul have begun to absorb the energy of the fairy world.

Wu Chong didn't feel the immortal energy.

No one paid attention to the unknown world he perceived, and he didn't see the immortal envoy who took the immortal envoy to ascend to Sendai or the like. There is nothing but the effects that passively escape. It's like a welded iron door, not to mention pouring energy, and there are no gaps. However, this situation had long been expected by Wu Chong.

There is nothing easy about cultivation, isn't it the door to flying!

Can't you still chisel one out yourself?

Without the influence of other thoughts, Wu Chong was at ease physically and mentally, and finally did not have to sit in the middle floor.

"The progress has slowed down, has my body begun to adjust to the power of the 'Merge' interlayer?" Wu Chong glanced at 90% of the data on the panel and stood up.

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It's time to get out of the country.

At this point, he finally didn't have to care about anyone's eyes anymore, and it was time to return to Black Wind City and forge his own rules.

When he stepped out and landed again, his figure appeared in the Black Wind City like a ghost.

It had been many years since he disappeared from retreat, and during the time he had disappeared, the retreat room had remained the same as before, and even the potholes that had been destroyed by Wu Chong had not changed.

On the periphery, the dragon king and the lord who took the last step were guarding here.

Xiao Fan and Yan Nineteen returned to the material world.

Wu Chong's footsteps stopped, frowned slightly, and then strode again and disappeared into the spirit realm. At the edge, the Dragon King and the Venerable Lord, who were guarding the entrance, got up at the same time and looked at the location where Wu Chong had disappeared.

When Wu Chong left just now, he didn't hide his aura, so he was sensed by them.

"It's Brother Wu."

"It seems to have gone to the material realm."

The two quickly locked onto their positions, and then left the spirit realm with them. They stayed here just to wait for Wu Chong, and now that the main lord has returned, there is naturally no need to continue to squat.

The material realm.

The Jinghai City Lord's Mansion of the Great Apocalypse.

It has become a hereditary place for Wu Chong, and people from the royal family of Qiguo in all dynasties will come here to meet him, and his status is similar to that of a holy land.

But today, there is silence in the Holy Land.

Everyone did not dare to make a loud noise, as if they were afraid of alarming someone.

Inside the master bedroom, all the cores of Gimhae City are here.

The star who failed to break through the god began to age. Once the immortal cultivator begins to age, the aura decays very quickly, and this little girl who followed Wu Chong all the way will finally be unable to hold on. The Avatar Monk has a thousand years of life, that is, without experiencing any disasters and calamities, just like ordinary people can theoretically live up to one hundred and fifty years old, and there are really a few people who can live to be one hundred and fifty years old.

"Uncle Junior, you hold on a little longer, as long as Master and his old man come back......"

Yan Nineteen was half kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes a little sour.

After Wu Chong rescued him that day, he transformed him into a god, although he was trapped by the Great Apocalypse Spirit Realm, he no longer had to be troubled by Shouyuan, which was a kind of alternative immortality. In the years that followed, he sent away many descendants, but his heart had long been numb, and now when he looks at those descendants, it is like looking at strangers. But Pixing is different, in Yan Shijiu's memory, Uncle Xiao was a relative who accompanied him very early.

At this age, there are fewer and fewer elderly people around, and each of them is a loved one who cannot be separated.

He also finally understood why those gods and demons would cut off their desires.

This kind of feeling of loneliness step by step is really unbearable for ordinary people.

"Yes, as long as the big boss comes back, there will definitely be a way." The Green Snake Spirit and several of their old brothers from the Black Wind Village are also here.

All of them knew about the relationship between Lianxing and Wu Chong.

also understands the meaning of mercy for Wu Chong, perhaps the last trace of his family affection. If the stars are all dead, the future masters may become more and more indifferent, slowly forgetting the 'feelings', and becoming like those clay statues on the altar, without desire or desire.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to die for a while."

Mercy Star was lying on the bed, her smile still the way she remembered.

But his face is much older.

Laughing and laughing, she lost her mind, and she began to recall......

Recalling the days when he was in the twenty-eight states, his dream at that time was to create a martial arts holy land, be the second palace master himself, and leave the position of the big palace master to the eldest brother. She even thought of the name, and it was called the Shifting Flower Palace.

It's just that I don't know why, the eldest brother strongly opposed it after hearing the name, and in the end, the Flower Shifting Palace was not successfully created. Later, they separated, and occasionally saw the eldest brother in a hurry, as if something was threatening his life.

Get stronger all the way.

Stronger again......

"At that time, the eldest brother was always so careful, and he had to dig several caves during the retreat." Mercy Star said to herself.

I don't know who I'm talking to.

"I always feel that someone will harm him, but he is so strong, who can harm him."

As he spoke, he fell into the memories again.

When people are old, they just like to remember.

The length of Pixing's life has even more memories that are too many to count, and he often can't come back to his senses for several days when he recalls.

"What are you thinking?"

After Wu Chong returned to Black Wind City, he instantly sensed the situation here, and his figure appeared in the room as soon as he moved.

Before anyone else could react, it wasn't until the monkey shouted that the others reluctantly recovered from their stupor.

"Big boss!"

"Master."

Everyone was excited, for these people, Wu Chong was already their spiritual pillar, in their cognition

"I'm thinking about the Flower Palace."

Mercy felt her hand being grabbed, and only then did she recover from her memory.

"Shifting Flower Palace?"

Wu Chong didn't think about it for a while, after all, this matter had been in the past for him for a long time.

"Big brother, you are still the same as before, you haven't changed at all."

Looking at Wu Chong, who was exactly the same as in his memory, a hint of darkness flashed in Pixing's eyes. She didn't want her eldest brother to see her old age, but the years were ruthless, how could she reverse it.

"You won't change either, because I'm here."

A ball of light appeared above Wu Chong's palm, and the white-hot light spread along his palm into Pixing's body.

'Youth! ’

The power of the delusion was activated in an instant, and the original goosebump-haired pity star, under the effect of this force, really changed. The loose skin was plumped again, the white hair on the head turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the eyes were once again agile.

"Rejuvenation?!

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The people behind him had never seen this scene, and they exclaimed one by one. Even the Dragon King and the Venerable Lord who had just rushed over after hearing the news were shocked, and their eyes looked at Wu Chong with more and more awe.

He's stronger. ’