Who in the world can live forever?

Let you be peerless, the crown is ancient and modern, but in the end it is just pink and dry bones.

Let you be the emperor for eternity, and the eight wildernesses will be shocked, and it will be difficult to escape the loess after all.

............

Wudang scenery, under the Zixiao Palace, the clouds are steaming, and the fairy shadows are hazy and long ancient roads.

There was a deep sound from afar, like a sigh that spanned the ages with endless vicissitudes.

Meanwhile.

On the ancient road leading to Zixiao Palace, Lu Zhaoyang, dressed in a green robe, strolled and ascended, attracting countless tourists.

He stood there, holding his hands, staring at the beautiful scenery of Wudang in front of him.

When the wind blows, there is a transcendent charm in the gestures.

Lu Zhaoyang was fascinated.

Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Jiajing......

How many ancient characters have spent their lives pursuing immortality but cannot, leaving legends to write about the world.

Baiyun Chan Lao Zhang Yun'an, Qiu Zhenren, Huolong Zhenren......

How many sages and predecessors could not escape the catastrophe of the Mandate of Heaven and turned into waves in the long river of time.

Wudang Seven Heroes, Zhang Songxi, Gu Xuzi......

How many martial arts were shackled by the proud Tianyan Avenue one after another, and they all walked in front of Zhang Sanfeng, sitting and turning into an ancient.

............

"Hey......"

Lu Zhaoyang sighed softly, followed the long bluestone ancient road, and climbed high towards the Zixiao Palace on the top of the mountain.

Lu Zhaoyang walked very slowly, strolling leisurely, like a master outside the world, exuding a transcendent atmosphere.

"Look, that man is so handsome and elegant......"

"It's just a little lonely......"

"Obviously so young, why did he suddenly feel a vicissitudes of life in him?"

"Could it be someone who has attained the Tao in Wudang Mountain......

”......“

The eyes of the world looked at Lu Zhaoyang, puzzled, surprised, and curious......

However, on Wudang Mountain, there are also some wise people.

An old man dressed in a Tang costume, with hair like snow, in good spirits, with a slightly ruddy complexion, and deep eyes, stared at Lu Zhaoyang, who was ascending and gradually moving away, and whispered: "This young man...... It's strange that I felt an unprecedented aura from him......"

Suddenly, his body shuddered suddenly, as if he had thought of something.

"Where did the fairy gods come from in the world......"

But after a long time, the old man sighed lightly, leaned on the dragon's head crutches, and slowly left.

............

Climb the Zixiao Palace, break through the Wudang Mountain Mountain Protection Formation, and enter the Wudang Mountain Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, Zixiao Immortal Palace.

The heaven and earth here are full of spiritual energy, the mountain sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, the palace is continuous, magnificent and majestic, the fairy clouds are swirling, mysterious and ethereal.

A bluestone ancient road soars upward, and there is a magnificent mountain gate at the end.

On the top of the courtyard, hang a large purple gold plaque, which is engraved with four big characters as vigorous as a candle dragon: Zixiao Immortal Palace!

"This scene should only exist in the sky, how many places can I find it in the world?"

Lu Zhaoyang stared at the fairyland in the world in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Zixiao Palace, which is outside the world, is just a secular place that blesses the public with ordinary incense.

And the Zixiao Immortal Palace here is the holy land of Wudang Mountain's immortal cultivation, and it is the foundation of Wudang Mountain's immortal cultivation world.

The two are not the same, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

Lu Zhaoyang sighed, Ling Xuan stepped into the air, and in a moment, he came to the gate of Zixiao Immortal Palace, and found that there were no disciples guarding the mountain in the holy land of the Great Immortal Gate.

He frowned and went straight to the Zixiao Hall.

............

In front of the Zixiao Palace, a towering stone statue standing dozens of feet high.

The stone statue has a tortoise-shaped crane bone, big ears and round eyes, a beard like a halberd, a majestic posture, and a majestic mountain.

This is the patriarch of the Wudang Mountain Founding School - Zhang Sanfeng!

In front of the stone statue, it is the martial arts arena of the Zixiao Immortal Palace.

At this time, the heads of the three sects of the Qingyuan Sect, the Weiqing Sect, and the Diancang Sect of the third-rate sects in the immortal cultivation world, brought the true disciples of the sect to visit Wudang Immortal Mountain.

Accompanying the three factions was one of the nine great immortal cultivation holy lands in the world, the three elders of the Tianxuan Dao Sect, Tianlingzi.

Outside the martial arts arena, the head of the main seat, the current head of the Zixiao Immortal Palace of Wudang Mountain, Xu Daozi's face was pale, and his heart was full of anger.

The three elders of the Heavenly Xuandao Sect on his right, Tian Lingzi, took a good time and leisurely tasted the immortal tea.

The heads of the three factions are like bathing in the spring breeze, and they are in a good mood.

From time to time, several people glanced at Xudaozi, and the corners of their mouths were pouting with a touch of ridicule and provocation.

And in the martial arts arena, the disciples of Wudang were discussing with the disciples of the three factions.

"Bang!"

A figure flew upside down and was blasted out of Wutai, which was the best among the young generation in Wudang Mountain.

He clutched his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and his heart was filled with shame and indignation.

"Senior Brother......

"Senior Brother ......"

A Wudang disciple exclaimed, helped him up, and handed him a healing pill.

"Haha...... On Wudang Mountain, who else in the younger generation dares to fight with Zhai Yuan of my Diancang faction?!"

On the stage of performing martial arts, Zhai Yuan, the true disciple of the Diancang faction, was arrogant, looked up to the sky and laughed, and despised Wudang!

"Senior Brother Zhai Yuan is mighty, and he swept more than a dozen people in Wudang by himself!"

"Brother Zhai Yuandao, he is really a dragon and phoenix among people!"

"Senior Brother Zhai Yuan is worthy of being the heir of the Diancang faction, and he has the posture of a young king!"

“............”

Under the stage, the disciples of the Tianxuan Dao Sect and the three factions shouted and shouted, and their arrogance was extremely arrogant.

The other party only came out with one person, and they swept the top ten most powerful true disciples in the world of the Zixiao Immortal Palace in Wudang Mountain.

This made the Wudang disciples embarrassed and indignant, gritting their teeth one by one, and their eyes were about to split.

On the viewing seat, Tian Lingzi leisurely took a sip of tea and said: "Brother Xudao, don't be angry, your anger hurts your body, this is a big deal......

Du Diancang, the head of the Diancang faction, said with a smile: "Yes, the younger generation always has to break their muscles and bones...... Tears and sweat now, that is so that there will be no blood on the immortal road in the future......"

"What Brother Diancang said is very true. It's a pity that now a giant in the immortal cultivation world like Wudang Immortal Mountain, the younger generation is like this...... Hey......" Qingyuan Sect Master Mu Qingyuan pretended, shook his head and sighed.

"It seems that in a year's Immortal Martial Conference, the three factions are also expected to rank among the top ten in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land......" Duan Weiqing, the master of the Weiqing Sect, said with a smile.

The four of them said, looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes, chuckling intentionally or unintentionally.

"Bang!"

Wudang Zhangjiao Xudaozi's face was pale, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and the cup in his hand was crushed.

The rest of the Wudang Zhang Lao also looked very ugly.

Suddenly, a cold snort resounded throughout the Zixiao Immortal Palace.

"Hmph! Wudang Holy Land, how can you wait for a small night and be presumptuous!"

A green coat, with monstrous anger, fell from the sky.

A coercion like a vast ocean swept over the world.

"Bang!"

The arrogant Zhai Yuan, as if he had been suppressed by a mountain, pounced on the vicious dog, and prostrate himself under the stone statue of Zhang Sanfeng.

Unable to move, spitting blood from his mouth, he was terrified.

Lu Zhaoyang was too angry.

One monk in the middle of the Ning Yuan Dynasty and three monks in the early Ning Yuan period, with a group of people, in front of Lu Zhaoyang, was under the statue of Zhang Sanfeng, ridiculing and provoking the power of Wudang.

What made Lu Zhaoyang angry was that in the face of the oppression and provocation of the Quartet Sect, Wudang Sect Leader Xudaozi and a group of Zhang Lao chose to forbear.

Once upon a time, the name of Wudang Immortal Mountain was so transcendent!

Now, it has been ridden by several third-rate sects in the immortal cultivation world.

Is it tolerable, but who is intolerable!!