Immortal and words, one has thoughts, two has cultivation, three has concentration, four has calamity, and five has luck.

The prophecy of the immortals has verified three of them, and the people who are the calamities do not know what is in the world of the immortals. Or dragons and phoenixes flying, swords contending.

Immortal is a legend and an obsessive existence, as it is said that a perfect world, colorful and verified. Because the smoke in the sky is no longer confused, and the dragon in the water is no longer low. Many, many people walked out of the mortal capital and opened their eyes that were still confused. It is to find an existence that can make him identify, and this existence is a vague figure that is closed by one or two.

The power of fortune, on the contrary, is the most difficult to bless, just like the Dao Mountain, here is a person's condensed balance of power in this life, for the power that can be used properly, so that a person can completely get rid of the shackles of his body, complete the pursuit of spiritual power, ideas.

With this blessed calamity, many people believe that they can follow the last footsteps of the immortals. It's just that none of the intruders succeeded, and while they were all wandering left and right, some people had already walked out of the mortal world in the way they thought they would, and walked to the monk who was still awake in his dream.

The snow shadow in the sky is a person who has failed for a long time, and he is not willing to let his failure meet the immortal and give up at this moment. He is just chasing when the immortal leaves a chance to be okay.

This opportunity has been lost to many, but there are also people who are holding on to it.

By the time this power comes to the human body, all of this has taken a turn for the better.

At this time, Jiang successfully tore open his seal, and he was destined to fall in this second immortal tear, sleeping in this area, and he could also perish here. The white-robed middle-aged man looked at Jiang Chenggong who came calmly, he laughed at this moment, he knew that this was the first time that he could not walk out of this world of fairy tears alone, this was already his burial place.

The white-robed middle-aged man said loudly: "The third tear is falling, you have waited for so long, isn't it just for the immortal you think? Even if you slaughter the entire Chu Shui Kingdom, no one will lose because of this, because only those who have cultivated to the closest immortal will die, and I have already died once. Even if you are devoured this time and die here, I will not forget your expression of fear. ”

He laughed, and the long sword in his hand floated out of thin air, and it was broken like that.

The shards of the sword were rubbed in the air by the snow into shattered shadows that drifted away in the wind......

In this way, the middle-aged man in the white robe willingly waited for the figure flying from afar, the young man on the Dao Mountain, stepping in. He muttered, "Master, it turns out that you are really here, but why are your eyes different? Why is your hair half white? How so. ”

Looking at the young man flying in, Jiang successfully spit out a fine light and hovered in the air. He stopped the killing momentum in his hand, stopped the mood of continuing to kill, and roared in his heart: "No, really shouldn't." I have walked so many ways, how can I tremble in the hands of my own apprentices, it is this person who should not exist, it makes me move my mortal heart. ”

"I can't change it, but I'm determined that everything will be empty. ”

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the wind and snow, becoming a snow vortex that could devour everything, and the young man who was still in doubt in the air fell into it, and just like that, he disappeared.

The young man disappeared, and Jiang Chenggong had a tear in the corner of his eye that did not belong to him, but he resolutely slashed the iron sword. For this white-robed middle-aged man who was still here, he muttered in his mouth: "A sound of everything is made, and a thought is eternal." I have cut off the Dao Heart, and I can become the one who plays the chessboard. ”

The white-robed middle-aged man said: "You are no longer the immortal chaser who is still on the Chushui National Highway Mountain, but a person who can't see the world clearly for the sake of immortals." ”

Jiang Chenggong looked at all this silently, and he saw everything. Under the wind and snow, I couldn't see what he looked like before, but this time he held an iron sword in his hand, and then the chill made the entire Taiping Town. Even Chu Shuiguo blew heavy snow, which is a great skill. When the people of the kingdom looked up, they could see that there was a great red light in the snowy sky.

Under the flickering red light, two figures appeared.

They have not experienced such a crisis for decades, and the people of this country are full of smiles.

This time, it shattered their yearning for a peaceful life, but they didn't expect this illusion of beauty to be broken so easily. In the midst of the crying, the first person to stand up was naturally this old man in a yellow robe and a horse coat in the pavilion in the capital, who looked to be in his sixties.

Looking at the floating snow, she didn't panic at all, because not long ago, an old man who came over said to him: Don't panic, this is not the scope of your contact.

They obeyed the old man's words, but they trembled.

The white-robed middle-aged man looked at the group of monks behind him, who forgot where they were when the second immortal tear fell. When he saw that the sky was strange, he clenched his weapon in his hand and looked at Jiang Chenggong with a calm face.

This person's face was sad, they were in the library on the mountain of Chushui National Road. The top, the portrait in the center, with an emaciated face, and especially a very strange look.

Immediately, they bowed to Jiang Chenggong, who was still exuding a terrifying aura, and in this worship, helplessness was fake, the paper crane that fell in the distance also penetrated the shackles of ice with a raging flame, which was the first time that it had passed through the thorns perfectly. This time, the white-robed middle-aged man must be at the moment when Jiang successfully killed his mortal heart, which would damage his heart.

This is such a difficult task, and it is just a dispensable speculation. Jiang Chenggong is not a second-generation descendant of the Jiang family who is only in the capital. This body is exactly how far he crossed to snatch the existence of fairy tears. This bureau has been arranged for a long time, and he originally thought that after deceiving Ma Yuan and deceiving a group of Taoists, he could perfectly pass this test of memory.

However, the paper crane rushed to Jiang Chenggong's chest with flames, and the iron sword slashed in the air, slashing down the paper crane that was still floating in the air. Jiang Chenggong, who was depressed with a heavy heart, had a glimmer of blue light in his eyes, and this light was given by Li Shuishan on the ground.

Li Shuishan's eyes glowed with blue light, and the world in his eyes saw many worlds that mortals could not see from afar, and there were countless ethereal beings, just like the vague figure seen on the mountain, and the Taoist in his robe flew to a place not far from him.

He smiled like a yellow finch pounced on the praying mantis, and muttered: "Today, besides, to repay the favor to you, I have been honest all my life, but at that time, I was greedy in my heart, and I wanted to capture this exotic rat monster, but unfortunately it was suppressed. How can my famous Panluo Daoist be buried here, he shouldn't be. ”

He turned and flew into the air, with an extra disc in his hand with a shining star on it, which in turn changed in size. Like a sponge stretching and contracting, it was illusory in his hands a few times.

"The sea folds the astrolabe, and I absorb the stars of hundreds of years with me in Xiangshan. Seeing the sunrise and sunset, mixed with these broken lights, how powerful the Taoist is, turned to my Panluo Daoist in front of his eyes, and it depends on whether his life is hard enough. ”

As soon as he pinched the compass, it changed, and it became bigger in an instant, and a bright light flew up from his compass, and shot at Jiang Chenggong, who was still in the air, with a blow. The sky melted into the splintering marks of the stars, becoming an eternal scratch, diluting the cold snow in the air.

"The favor has been repaid, go first. ”

He smiled at Li Shuishan and held the compass in his sleeve tightly.

Step away in the air.