"What is an immortal?"

Situ Nanfeng's eyes looked at Ye Wuwu at this moment, his eyes were flat, but his voice was dignified without a trace of waves, like an old man who had experienced countless years of vicissitudes, asking children.

Ye Wuwu replied.

"There have never been immortals in this world."

There was a strange brilliance in the corners of Situ Nanfeng's eyes, but he continued to scold.

"It's nonsense, you've seen immortals, and you know that above the four realms of one product is the sun soaring, how can there be no immortals?"

Ye Wuwu didn't seem to notice the change in the expression of the old man in front of him, and just replied silently.

"Immortals are also human beings, and they are just a martial artist or a cultivator in these long years."

"Is a Confucian saint a Confucian saint from birth? I used to be just a scholar who traveled to study. ”

"Is the Taoist great real person a real person from the beginning? It used to be just a small road in the dilapidated dojo. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Wuwu's words paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then spoke, his voice indifferent but firm.

"So are immortals immortals? In the end, they are just mortals who are no different from us. ”

"It's just that I was born earlier and my realm is higher."

Ye Wuwu added, the words were a little mocking.

Situ Nanfeng's face in front of him, accompanied by Ye Wuwu's words, gradually became cloudy.

"You say that immortals are just mortals like you?"

Situ Nanfeng took a step in the air with a gloomy face.

It's just one step.

A trace of qi rippled out from the other party's body, and just the qi machine made Ye Wuwu a little breathless.

This great invisible coercion, like endless mountains, like the stormy waves above the ocean, swept towards Ye Wuwu.

Sweat soaked through the already worn green shirt, and the young swordsman's breathing was a little short, but his gaze was still firm.

Now, his fate is no longer in his own hands.

But Situ Nanfeng in front of him, his face suddenly turned from dark to clear, and a somewhat strange smile appeared on his face for some reason.

The old man spoke slowly, his voice low and strange.

"You're right."

This time it was Ye Wuwu's turn to be surprised.

Situ Nanfeng didn't care about the change in Ye Wuwu's expression, but beside him, he laughed in a low voice, and his laughter was a little creepy.

"Immortals? Claiming to be an immortal? It's just a bunch of wine bags and rice bags. ”

"It doesn't hurt to tell you the old man's purpose."

"Boy, have you listened, since the guys in the sky who claim to be immortals have set a lot of rules, and now they are sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, the only thing they need to do is to fish for luck in the world from time to time, what is the use of such immortals?"

"The more majestic the luck in the sky, the more the luck in the world declines, why is it difficult to find martial arts masters these years? In the early millennium, could there be land immortals? ”

The more martial arts books, the more mental methods, and the more experience, but why are the martial artists of later generations not as good as the martial artists of the early years? It's really a human talent.

"The reason is very simple, it is all because the luck of this world has been fished in the sky, only in and out, wantonly plundering."

In this world, there is a difference between immortals and mortals.

After the mortal ascends in the daytime, he goes to the heavenly immortal palace.

But in the Heavenly Immortal Palace, what is it, Ye Wuwu has not seen it, he doesn't know.

But the scenes that happened on this Penglai Island undoubtedly revealed the bloody facts in front of everyone's eyes.

The position of the heavenly immortals is full, and today's ascension, except for a few, almost all of them have become bait for the heavenly immortals.

Situ Nanfeng's eyes were incomparably profound at the moment, but he was staring at Ye Wuwu and said word by word.

"The old man's trip is to completely break the boundary between heaven and earth, and from now on, there will be no distinction between heaven and earth."

"I want the sun and the moon to return, I want the heaven and the earth to be connected, and I want the luck that the people in the sky have accumulated for countless years to pour into the world!"

"This is the purpose of the old man."

After Situ Nanfeng finished speaking, he exhaled a long breath, but in his deep eyes, there was a little calmness.

Maybe it is indeed as Ye Wuwu said, the things that have been hidden in my heart for a long, long time, the day I say it, the whole person will be a lot easier.

Situ Nanfeng's words seemed a little impassioned, but he was even more aware of the righteousness, and with his current demeanor, he was really like a righteous person.

But Ye Wuwu's expression became extremely strange in an instant.

To be honest, there is nothing wrong with the other party's words.

The logic is also smooth, the causes and consequences, and now Ye Wuwu also knows a little bit about it.

If Wang Yuanming stood in front of him and said this, Ye Wuwu didn't feel anything strange at all, but thought it was true and agreed with it incomparably.

But the one who said this was Situ Nanfeng.

Just because of this reason, thousands of warriors died in vain, since the news of this Penglai Immortal Palace, the bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, is there less?

The luck of the immortal fishing in the world is not fake, but why didn't he accept the luck of these thousands of warriors?

Such a person will be like in his words, in order to open up the luck of heaven and earth, to fight against heaven?

How can it be possible if there is no benefit.

So Ye Wuwu shook his head.

"That's not your purpose, at least, more than that."

The corners of Situ Nanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was not surprised that Ye Wuwu would answer like this.

In other words, if this kid Ye Wuwu believed him, it would really be hell.

"Ye boy, that's all I can say, you might as well guess, guess what the old man is going to do?"

"How's that right?" Ye Wuwu said without thinking.

Situ Nanfeng was slightly stunned, as if he hadn't thought about this question.

But the matter is not entangled, he said leisurely.

"If you guess right, let your junior sister live."

"Okay."

He didn't ask where his life was.

Ye Wuwu closed his eyes, as if he was thinking, but after only a moment, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes were clear on his dusty and tired face.

"You have to break the boundary between heaven and earth, let this heavenly luck return to the world, and you have to break the rules set by heaven."

"But in the end, who will those luck fall into?"

"Will it be included in the human world? Will it fall into the hands of ordinary martial artists? ”

"No, in the end, it will only be collected by you, what you want is not the luck of heaven to be attributed to the world, what you want is the luck of heaven, all of which will be returned to you!"

Ye Wuwu's voice was calm, and he spoke slowly, his face full of seriousness.

Situ Nanfeng smiled and nodded slightly, looked at Ye Wuwu, thought about it, and added.

"That's about right, but it's a little bit missing."

"What?" Ye Wuwu couldn't help asking.

"I don't just want the luck in the sky."

The expression on Situ Nanfeng's face became a little mysterious for a moment, and there was a strange smile.

"And the human world."

(End of chapter)