"Tianyuan Pond. After Guangmingzi finished speaking, he looked at Sima and asked.

"Uncle, no!"

Tianchengzi suddenly burst out after hearing this, and said loudly. As the head of Shangqing, he knew both the secret realm of Tianyuan and the secrets of Tianyuan Pool.

After the defeat of King Wu at the end of the Shang Dynasty, more than a thousand years have passed since the Great War of the Gods, and the aura available for cultivation in the world has become thinner and thinner. In the past few hundred years, there has been no one in the world who has been able to practice to become an immortal.

Although the aura in Qingxuan Mountain is abundant compared to the world, the number of cultivators is limited, and the only people who can cultivate into immortals are the ancestors of Qingxuan Mountain in the past dynasties.

The immortals of Qingxuan Mountain have been inherited, and there are even occasional ancestors who have cultivated to the highest immortals, and Tianyuan Chi has given a great help.

The help comes from the origin, Qingxuan Mountain was once the passage between the ancient world and the heavenly realm, and Tianyuan Pool is the place where Qingxuan Mountain absorbs spiritual energy and turns into the origin of heaven and earth.

Guangmingzi is the person who is most likely to achieve the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortals in the Qingxuan Mountain Gate for hundreds of years. If the origin of heaven and earth in the pool is used by others, the back road will be destroyed for the Qingxuan Mountain Gate, and the road ahead will be unclear.

"Why not?"

Guangming Zi's gaze moved away from Sima Wenzhi's body, and then looked at Tian Chengzi, who had expected Tian Chengzi's reaction.

"This matter is related to the rise and fall of the Qingxuan Mountain Gate, and the master must think twice. Tian Chengzi did not answer directly, and tactfully said why it was not.

"Yes, Senior Brother also used such words at that time, locking me in Qingxuan Mountain for several years. Sometimes I think, if it wasn't my senior brother who fell back then, but me, wouldn't we both have our own places?" Tian Chengzi's words evoked Guangmingzi's memories, and his words were full of helplessness and loneliness.

Tianchengzi wanted to say something after hearing this, but before he could say anything, he was signaled by Guangmingzi not to say anything more.

"The Infinite Pill has been used, and the one you just fed to the Earth Spirit is it. After stopping Tianchengzi, Guangmingzi opened his mouth and said calmly.

After hearing this, Tian Chengzi knew that there was no need to persuade him in this matter.

It is recorded in the sect that in addition to the Tianyuan Pool, the Wuji Pill is also the key to raising the cultivation to the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

When refining this Dan, there is a main material is frost cloud white dew, Qingxuan Mountain does not produce this thing, when the three ancestors of Qingxuan Mountain searched all over the world, only found in Jiaozhou, guarded by the Taiqing Sect Mixed Yuan Sect.

This thing grows one by one, and the most recent one was obtained before the mountain gate was closed. Guangming Zi was already in his old age at this time, and he couldn't wait for the next Wuji Dan.

After Tianchengzi found out, his heart was suddenly inexplicably sad.

Once the flowers bloom, once the flowers fall. Wuji Dan is wonderful and abnormal, but it is useless under Sima Wenzhi's suit. Shibo Guangmingzi gave him everything he could, but he didn't get what he deserved.

"Hurry up, the earth spirit won't last long. Sima Wenzhi's face gradually deteriorated, and Guangmingzi began to urge after seeing it. Tian Chengzi obeyed the order, and walked towards Tianyuan Pond with both hands holding Sima Wenzhi.

After placing him in the pool, Tianchengzi waited for the result. What Guangmingzi said was to give it a go, and he was not sure about it.

While waiting, one thought after another poured into Tian Chengzi's mind.

If Tianyunzi and Tianmingzi were here before, what would the result be.

No matter how this matter ends, how should I deal with myself when I meet Tianyunzi in the future.

Xuanli expected that there was no mistake, and until the second day, no one in the Shangqing Palace came to ask where the ancestor Tianchengzi was.

After Shen Shi, he breathed a sigh of relief, and when his heart was just a little settled, the head of the worldly sect came to the hall. The people who came were not those people from yesterday, and what Xuan Li said was still those words from yesterday.

After hearing this, several people did not see joy and left in a huff. Before going back, he still asked Tianchengzi when he would return, and Xuanli replied as usual, and those people were even more displeased.

After a few people left, Xuan Li, who had just been at ease, became uneasy again. Restlessness has nothing to do with cultivating character, and the same can be true for others.

The crux of the matter is indeterminacy. What happened is uncertain, when Tianchengzi will return, and what will happen after that is uncertain.

At the same time that Xuanli was uneasy, Tianyuan Pond, Tianchengzi was also uneasy. Sima Wenzhi had been in the pool for more than a day, and although the situation had not deteriorated, it had not improved significantly.

The previous investment was huge, and it is uncertain whether there is an expected return. If there is a return, it is uncertain whether it is more or less. His cultivation is much higher than Xuanli, but his uneasiness in his heart also comes from uncertainty.

When the people of Shangqing Gate were entangled, in the residence of the first department of the Shangqing Ketang, a monk was also entangled and uneasy. Sima Wenzhi has been rescued for two days, and the two do not know his life or death.

"Are you sure he is dead and dead?" The two had been struggling with this matter for two days, and the Taoist couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked the monk again.

"That kid won't live. Although I did not see him fall with my own eyes, I realized that his bloodline had been destroyed when I palmed him. Besides, he slapped me on the back, and I used ten percent of my strength in that slap. The monk was asked too many questions, and the reply became impatient.

The Taoist was a little relieved.

The Buddhism is extremely fierce and extremely domineering. The monks who were with him added femininity to the palm technique. Fierceness destroys the bloodline, femininity prevents its recovery, and the combination of rigidity and softness makes it more vicious.

"But after all, Qingxuan Mountain Gate is the ancestral court of your Taoist family, and it has been inherited for more than a thousand years. Maybe there was a way to save his life. The preface was still in his ears, and the monk's words changed again.

"I'm no longer a member of the Daomen, and how the Daomen is not relevant to me. The Taoist reminded coldly, and the heart he had just put down was unstable.

"Although you are no longer a Taoist, I am a real monk. The two families of Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting for hundreds of years, and when there is nothing to do on weekdays, these bull-nosed old Taoists don't like me to look at. If I knew that I had done it, I was afraid that I would not even have given me the opportunity to reincarnate. The Taoist's cold words irritated the monks in the room, and he began to whisper dissatisfied.

"It's you who goes forward, it's you who goes back. If it's you, maybe it's you. Master Zhitong, although you are not a high-ranking monk, your cultivation is also excellent. Where is the qualitative and what is the permanence?" the Taoist didn't want to be deflated, so he pushed back his words.

"Cause and effect are connected. If you don't know the cause, how can you have a definite result?" The monk in the room was speechless for a while, choking on speech. But he had a strong temperament, and he didn't know how to answer, so he simply replied with the Dharma. Whether it's symptomatic or not, it doesn't matter at this point. The important thing is to have something to say, and not to be left behind.

"Twelve years ago, there were monks from the Western Regions to Jiankang, the capital of the Jin Kingdom. I debated with him about the laws of the world for three days. The man finally ran out of words, and the Buddha broke his heart and died after giving birth to demons. The Taoist knew the monk's temperament and opened his mouth to remind.

Sure enough, the monk was no longer reckless after hearing this, and he knew about it. Although the bhikshu was an ascetic at that time, he was not of the same sect as him. But there is nothing wrong with the reminder of the Taoist, and he is not an opponent when it comes to reasoning.

"Dao Chief, what is going to happen?" the monk asked in a softened tone.

"The officials force the people to rebel, and the lord forces the guests to rebel. The Taoist said in a firm tone, word by word.