Yang Shi, Venerable Dojo.

An ancient and boundless atmosphere lingers in the cave.

Mr. Qinghe sat there cross-legged, and in front of him, a mountain and river pen wrapped in gilded divine light was quietly suspended.

This is his natal dao weapon, more precisely, it is now a half-step immortal weapon.

The aura on his body became thicker and thicker, and at a glance, it was more like looking at thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The avenue is true, and the Tao is the same.

This is the true meaning of detachment.

Not far from his side, Hong Yangzi sat cross-legged and meditated, holding Yuan Shouyi in his old way, holding the sea of qi with both hands, and half hanging a treasure during the period.

Not far away, there were many cultivators, and Su Musha focused more on Hong Yangzi.

If it weren't for others to tell it repeatedly, in fact, very few people would be able to set their eyes on this thin and old man.

Even if he was once a demon, he once walked the invincible road, and he was once a generation of giants in the Holy Land Great Sect.

But again, it's a paradoxical and often overlooked.

As the old saying goes, Zeng Yun said: Good is like water, and water is good for all things.

Hong Yangzi cultivated the immeasurable Dao of the sea, and it is not until now that he has shown a little grandeur of the past.

With such secret methods, Lao Dao has entered the realm of half-step detachment, and the vastness of his Yuan Qi mana is already the most of all cultivations, and even with Su Musha, he is sideways.

After meditating like this for a long time, the two of them slowly opened their eyes.

At this moment, Su Musha flipped over his hand and took out a bronze lamp.

Inside, an extremely faint flame was scorching.

"The ghost whisperer ascended, and after jumping out of the world, he only had half a breath, and his body died!"

This is the method of seizing the sky.

In the past, Su Musha once relied on this to watch the scene of the elder's ghost ascending.

On that day, Su Mu left behind the twelve blood flags that Ghost Yuzi had sacrificed and refined, and in this way, he witnessed the scene after Ghost Yuzi ascended.

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators fell silent.

Mr. Qinghe and Hong Yoko diluted a little of the immortal joy of the yang world because of this.

Looking at the lantern held in the palm of Su Musha's palm, Zhu Xiu lost the courage to watch for a while.

The place of no return and extinction is really chilling.

Looking at Zhu Xiu so quietly, Su Mu finally held the lamp and walked to one of the walls of the quiet room.

On the wall, it has been piled up into a bookshelf with spiritual jade covered by Su Mu.

In the upper corner, there is already a bronze lamp placed, Su Musha raised his hand and put the lamp in the palm of his hand in the second grid.

After some movements, Su Musha stopped and turned around and walked towards the quiet room.

Walking to the door, Su Musha's footsteps suddenly paused.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the end of us, but the road we will inevitably embark on, the scene of the immortal extinction, not to mention you, the old decay is also difficult to accept for a while, but all this, we will face it sooner or later, take a look at it, maybe there will be more gains. ”

When the words fell, Su Musha stopped staying, strode out of the quiet room.

For a while, all the cultivators looked at each other, and finally fell silent completely.

......

There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

Since the ghost whispered to the sky, in the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.

Maybe that day, Su Musha's words were a little heavy.

Or maybe the scene of the immortal extinction really stimulated the cultivators.

In just a few days, all the old monsters said goodbye to Su Musha one after another, and each embarked on a lonely path of cultivation, looking for more opportunities from this ancient mountain and river.

That's just as it should be.

Twelve scenes of heavy buildings, dry sitting does not live forever.

Especially when it comes to the situation of the old monsters, it is often more and more difficult with every step they take.

Everyone meets, every 5,000 years, in the Venerable Dojo, a game, the general trend of the Yang world!

In addition, if someone senses that the longevity catastrophe is approaching, or if there is an unpredictable event in the Yang world, there is another secret method of communication.

After saying goodbye one by one, Su Musha sat on the top of the mountain again for a long time.

Dao seed world.

On the top of Kunlun Immortal Mountain in the West Pole, in the bronze Dao Palace, the gray-robed Thai Emperor sits on the cloud bed.

In front of him, there is a fire of time burning and burning.

Inside, twelve broken golden banners are constantly churning, and now it is difficult to see the original appearance, which has been refined by the Yan of the years, and only the immortal substance of the immortal in the inner is the eternal proof.

On the cloud bed, an ancient long sword was placed horizontally on the lap of the Thai Emperor.

The old fingers brushed the spine of the sword.

Thousands of years later, this Dao weapon, which had once cut off the powerful body, was refined again.

Slash the spirit sword, sword slash the spirit platform.

This is the magic sword that has accompanied Su Musha all the way from the end of the world, and it once slashed through the void world with one sword when the Dao world was opened.

Now, Su Musha is ready to further refine this Spirit Slaying Magic Sword.

He wants to refine the magic sword sacrifice into a half-step immortal weapon!

However, Su Musha was not ready to refine it into a life path weapon.

The Dao of the Spirit Slashing Sword could not be combined with Su Musha's Netherworld Dao Method.

However, in the past, Su Musha once refined an ancient sword diagram with light and dust into the magic sword.

Therefore, in the early days, this magic sword had both the number of heaven and earth, and it was turbid and dusty.

Su Musha had already used his soul blood to smelt into the magic sword, sacrificed it into the treasure of the divine soul, and then used the magic sword to enter the half-step immortal weapon, so that the divine soul was infected with the breath of immortal detachment.

This is the choice made by Su Musha in the years before last.

Over the years, in the furnace of avenues, there have been twelve avenues that have been born.

In the world of Taoism, the clearer the sky, the more turbid the earth becomes.

Twelve innate ancient gods stood in the air.

The avenue resounded, and the pressure on Su Mu's soul also increased sharply.

is also because of the addition of the Dao, Su Musha's perception of the Dao Fa has increased simultaneously.

He looked back and re-watched the "Da Luo Refining Soul Sutra", it is true that this ancient scripture has nine refining souls and has the true meaning of transcendence, but Su Musha carefully deduced it, but finally felt that the three thousand avenues were more vast.

One day, perhaps the Daluo Divine Spirit, which was refined according to the ancient method, would still not be able to withstand the pressure of the Three Thousand Great Dao Chorus.

Su Musha's divine soul needs further detachment.

Yu Yangshi's immortal method gave Su Musha a great inspiration.

He was going to refine the treasure of the divine soul into a half-step immortal weapon, warm the divine soul with the immortal breath, sort out the turbid two qi, and achieve the effect of sharing the pressure.

Even in the past thousand years, Su Musha has taken the Spirit Slashing Sword as the core, and has revised many details of the "Da Luo Refining Soul Sutra".

It's not that the scriptures of the ancient sages were originally not good enough.

It's just that it's not suitable for today's Su curtain cover.

After all, he has taken the path of no one before, and perhaps, there will be no one who will come after.

Gently stroking the lines of the primeval star sea carved on the spine of the sword, the Thai Emperor waved his hand gently, the sword light sounded softly, and the spirit slashing sword responded and sank into the Yan of the years, wrapped in immortal substance.

......

At the top of the mountain, Su Musha slowly opened his eyes.

"It's time to find the turbidity Erqi and refine the soul again. ”

In the midst of the deep groaning, Su Musha turned over his hand and pinched out a jade slip, which recorded the information left by several old monsters about the turbidity Erqi.

"Eclipse Sun Lingyuan, Supreme Qing Qi, Northern Regions Fire Jedi. ”

Whispering softly, Su Musha got up, waved his sleeves, tore through the void, and submerged into it.

In the same place, only the hoarse voice echoed among the mountains.

"The sky is a basket, the earth is a blanket, and the sun, moon and stars sleep with me.

Who casts the net of fame and fortune, wealth and poverty are not ordinary.

There are also horseback riding and sedan chairs, and there are also cart handles.

The blessing of riding a sedan chair repairs, the cart should bear the life.

Horses carry demented men, and beautiful women often sleep with clumsy husbands.

Eighty years old man stood in front of the door, and the three-year-old naughty boy dyed the yellow spring.

It's not that God doesn't open his eyes, good and evil come to an end...... Retribution Cycle!"

......

At the same time, on the coast of the East China Sea, the sea is vast, and one side is lonely on the island, there are monks fighting, nearly ten people are in one place, and one person is besieged and killed!

The cultivators were arrogant, and the person at the head had a gloomy expression and a sneer on his face.

"Hongjun Daoist, lead to death!"