The original name of the Wudao person was Wu Xianyuan, who was picked up by his master.

In the year he went up to the mountain to practice, Wu Xianyuan was seven years old, and his master was seventy years old.

Later, Wu Xianyuan always remembered that scene back then.

At that time, he was held in Master's arms, stared blankly at the barren mountain in front of him, and then asked crisply, "Master, after climbing this mountain, will we get there?"

The master rubbed his face and replied gently, "Our Taoist temple is on this mountain, and we will be practicing here in the future."

Xiao Xianyuan was a little stunned, his little head couldn't figure out why someone would put the Taoist temple in a barren mountain.

Finding that his apprentice stopped talking, the master also realized that something was wrong.

So, when he climbed up from the foot of the mountain, the master kept whispering in Wu Xianyuan's ear.

"Good man, compared to those Taoist temples under the mountain, our temple is a little shabby, and the conditions may not be too good."

"But don't worry, in our view, there is a way to become an immortal. When you are ten years old, Master will officially pass it on to you."

The seven-year-old boy nodded blankly, although he didn't understand too much, but judging by the master's proud tone, there should be something extraordinary in the view.

However, when he arrived at the Nameless Temple, even if he was mentally prepared, Wu Xianyuan was still a little stunned.

He looked at his master, his eyes full of doubts: Master, do you call this dilapidated house with wind leaking on three sides, rain leaking on the roof, and half of the door missing, called Taoism?

His master's old face turned red, and he scrambled to make up for it: "It's been wandering for too long, and it's just in disrepair. Master just cultivates it, and it is good to cultivate it......

As he spoke, the master stepped forward and pushed open the door of the Taoist temple with some difficulty.

A blind bear rushed out of it.

……

Fortunately, Master is not a charlatan, he has the ability. He ran the road and easily beat the black bear away.

Looking at the divine thunder summoned by the master, the young Wu Xianyuan was a little stupid for a moment.

He stood there for a long time, and no matter how much the master called, he couldn't come back to his senses.

Just when the master thought that his apprentice was scared out of his soul and was a little anxious, Wu Xianyuan's childish voice sounded.

"Master, I want to learn that."

The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and then laughed happily.

It stands to reason that the acceptance of closed disciples depends on the conduct of the students for three years, and then the decision is made on whether to teach or not.

But the day after Wu Xianyuan came to the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest began to teach him to feel qi.

After he had achieved success in his cultivation, the master taught him the "Request God to Decide" that had been passed down from generation to generation.

Legend has it that this way of cultivating to a high depth, can summon immortals to possess the body, and use all the means of immortals, but there is no need to bear the slightest cause and effect.

The master of the indisputable Daoist has average qualifications and has not cultivated to a high and profound realm, but he is very confident in his apprentice.

Because this path must have a special requirement: the practitioner must have the so-called pure heart. Those with pure minds can practice a thousand miles a day, while those with complex minds will find it difficult to move an inch.

Wu Xianyuan has a straightforward personality, there are not so many twists and turns, and as expected, as the master expected, the Dao Decisive cultivation is extremely smooth.

It's a pity that it's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God.

The so-called immortal Dao decision is just a scam passed down from generation to generation.

Asking the gods to decide is to use the power of the immortals to bless their own bodies.

But no one knows that this power, at the right time, will be repaid with his life.

For example, the current non-contentious people are paying off their debts.

Gu Changsheng looked at the indisputable person in front of him, feeling extremely strange.

He looked at the old Taoist priest in disbelief, and said with some difficulty, "What did you say?"

"I am a Thousand Illusion Immortals, who ascended here endless years ago."

Hearing the voice of the indisputable person, Gu Changsheng's complexion changed greatly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He pulled back in an instant, only to find himself completely unable to move.

"Stop struggling, it's useless." The indisputable Daoist, or the Thousand Illusion Immortals, looked at Gu Changsheng with a smile and spoke out.

After a few moments, the Thousand Illusion Immortal continued, "You will die here today, this is your fate. But before I kill you, I want to talk to you."

His tone was extremely calm, and he sentenced Gu Changsheng to death in a light stroke.

Gu Changsheng suddenly felt that something was wrong, and tried his best to raise a warning, hoping to attract the attention of the red panda.

"Green onions!"

However, as soon as he spoke, he saw the Thousand Illusion Immortal's fingers tap in the air.

Then, the green onion not far away suddenly screamed in pain.

Gu Changsheng turned his head in shock, only to find that the red panda was clutching his chest with one paw, and blood was spurting out.

Green Onion was badly injured, his eyes full of pain and doubt, and he didn't understand what was happening.

Next to it, Song Qinghuan and An An didn't react a little, and their faces were blank.

Gu Changsheng's mood fell to the bottom, and in the snap of his fingers, the green onions had already been defeated and lost their combat effectiveness.

Immortals, some are too strong.

"No need to try to find a rescuer." The Thousand Illusion Immortal's voice, without any emotion, sounded again, "I have been laying out for thousands of years before I can come into the world for an hour."

After a pause, he continued: "The ants here are not worthy of the fingers of the immortals, and I am invincible in the mortal world."

Gu Changsheng's face was pale, he knew that the Thousand Illusion Immortal should not be lying.

It was not Gu Changsheng's style to sit back and wait, he frantically used his aura and tried to fight back.

However, he was desperate to find that the aura was like a pool of death, and there was no movement.

Seeing him like this, Thousand Illusion Immortal shook his head and said to himself, "Aren't you still dead? Then let you try."

As soon as Thousand Illusion Immortal's words fell, Gu Changsheng felt that the confinement around his body was loosened, and the aura in his body resumed operation.

His eyes stared at the immortal in front of him, and the Yuqing Sword Technique was running at full strength, and the sword qi roared away, slashing towards the enemy.

The Thousand Illusion Immortal just glanced at it, and the speed of the sword qi began to slow down, and finally stopped completely.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at the sword qi with interest, and then slowly spoke.

This time, his voice finally had a hint of emotion: "This sword qi is not bad, there is a bit of sword rhyme in it, it is indeed much stronger than Jian Xuan."

Then, the Thousand Illusion Immortal seemed to lose interest, stretched out two fingers, held the sword qi hanging in the air, and pinched it gently.

The sword qi vanished without a trace of waves.

The unprecedented despair instantly filled Gu Changsheng's heart.

The immortal in front of him is invincible.

Seeing a trace of dejection on Gu Changsheng's face, Thousand Illusion Immortals asked out loud, "Time is precious, if you don't cooperate again, I will start killing people."

He pointed at Song Qinghuan: "That's your fellow Daoist, right?"

Hearing the threat in the Thousand Illusion Immortal's words, Gu Changsheng's eyes were full of anger, but he could only take a deep breath and endure it.

He took a step, walked up to the Thousand Illusion Immortals, and sat down cross-legged.

"Counting the two beasts over there, there are four lives in total. I'll ask you four questions, one question for a life."

Listening to the voice of the Thousand Illusion Immortals, Gu Changsheng's face turned pale and nodded.

"First question: In addition to Mi Xing, are there many Spirit Realm Immortals who are still alive?"

Gu Changsheng thought for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth.

The immortal's methods are too paradoxical, and Qing Huan's life is at stake, Gu Changsheng doesn't dare to gamble.

He shook his head and replied, "No."

A smile visibly appeared on the Thousand Illusion Immortal's face, and he continued to ask the second question.

"How many monks are there like you?"

Gu Changsheng pondered for a moment and shook his head again.

The Thousand Illusion Immortal pondered, thought for a moment and spoke again.

"Decades ago, someone forcibly crossed the river and almost succeeded." As if he was a little afraid, a hint of emotion appeared in his tone, "Is that man dead?"

Gu Changsheng's eyes shrank.

Not surprisingly, the Thousand Illusion Immortals said that Wang was invincible.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Changsheng shook his head for the third time and said slowly: "I'm still alive, but I've been tortured after the failure of the tribulation."

He deliberately didn't mention that Wang Wushu later rebuilt it, wanting to use it to get by.

To Gu Changsheng's relief, the Thousand Illusion Immortal did not continue to ask, but nodded.

"One last question."

The Thousand Illusion Immortal slowly got up, walked to the edge of the boulder, and looked down.

The mountain wind blew and sent his words into Gu Changsheng's ears.

"I can give you a chance to live. From now on, please ask the gods to decide, and you can be my spokesman in the mortal world."

The Thousand Phantom Immortals turned their heads, their eyes burning.

"Gu Changsheng, do you agree?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, Gu Changsheng thought for a moment, but still shook his head.

His lips opened slightly, and he whispered, "You were just born a little earlier than me, and you don't deserve it."

Hearing Gu Changsheng's words, Thousand Illusion Immortals were slightly stunned at first, and then actually laughed.

"If we were born in the same era, you do have the capital to say this. Well, in that case, let's go on the road."

The Thousand Illusion Immortal looked at Gu Changsheng, pointed his sword down, and slowly said, "Heaven and earth are unkind, take ......"

"You fuck stinky*!" A faint voice sounded in the body of the Thousand Illusion Immortals.

After a pause, a surprised expression appeared on the face of the Thousand Illusion Immortals.

Without waiting for him to react, the unpretentious voice of the indisputable man sounded again.

"Lao Tzu C, you dog* immortal family!"

……

Gu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly.

"C fucking your dog* thing! There is also a face that says that he is a fairy, and the fairy is a mother*!

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As the shouting and scolding gradually sounded, the aura on the Thousand Illusion Immortal's body began to fluctuate.

"Bastard! The remnant soul still dares to make a mistake!" The voice of the Thousand Illusion Immortal sounded, and there was no trace of determination in his tone, and he was extremely angry.

"You're fucking you*!" The voice of the Wuwei Daoist was a hundred times more excited than that of the Thousand Illusion Immortals, "C you M stupid brute, Lao Tzu will pull you even if he dies!"

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