It's a nameless barren mountain.

Thousands of miles, high miles.

Yellow artemisia grass up to the chest.

In Nanganbu Continent, there are a lot of such nameless barren mountains, and it is not surprising.

In front of the cliff, a small dry river, the riverbed was stuffed with dead branches and leaves, animal remains, and the end of the time was a little desolate.

Lu Bei left Huashan, and did not deliberately look for land, but flew up at will, and finally stayed here, sitting cross-legged under a dead tree.

He intends to achieve the True Immortal Realm here.

Ordinary place, desolate and bleak, with no one in sight.

Well, there isn't even a passerby who can exclaim.

However, two thousand years later, it is like spring all year round, and immortals are weaving.

Because it has a name that resounded throughout the Three Realms, Heavenly Emperor Mountain.

Taiwei Benji once contained: [Before the Emperor of Heaven attained the Tao, he walked one day, saw that the mountains were cool and the autumn was cold, there were no people, and there was a feeling that the fairy road was vast, and there were few people who accompanied the road, and the peers were all withered grass, so he sought the truth in this mountain......]

Lu Bei's expression was silent, and with a slight sigh, he disappeared into the mountains.

As if he hadn't come.

In the Demon Refining Pot.

Lu Beifang took out the heart of the Li Chun Divine Tree.

"Bang, bang. ”

The sound of a heartbeat resounded in the space of the demon refining pot.

The center of the tree was a ball of cyan light, flickering sharply, reflecting Lu Bei's face in a bright and uncertain manner.

Lu Bei closed his eyes, took up the magic recipe refining, and the vast Yimu Origin Qi poured towards him.

On the altar, the gold, silver and lead three flowers are illusory, shining and colorful.

The Imprinting True Spirit Technique he learned from Yuan Daxian in Wuzhuang Guanzhen flowed in his heart like flowing water.

"Guarding the void spirit, passing through the mystery, nirvana, yin and yang, ......"

Above the inky sky of the Lingtai Void Continent, in the vast and boundless True Spirit Starry Sky...... The day after tomorrow, the origin of Otogi, like a meteor crossing the starry sky on a summer night, is bright and beautiful.

In the eternal galaxy, there is a lot of fire.

Unconsciously, most of the year passed in the demon refining pot.

The origin of wood is two, two, two, and three...... Until ninety and a half, Fang slowly lowered the speed of the brand.

And the heart of Li Chunshu in Lu Bei's palm is still the size of a duck's egg, but it is the most quintessential acquired origin power.

Lu Bei couldn't help but be infinitely happy in his heart, and he was waiting to completely refine Li Chunshu's heart, break through the realm of ten percent perfection of Mu Xing, and become a true line of origin true immortals.

At this moment, the five qi of the Yin and Yang Dynasty Yuan reflected five colors behind Lu Bei, and a white point of light jumped out of the five qi and headed towards Lu Bei's spiritual platform.

At the same time, Li Chun's heart disappeared, and the origin of Mu Xing suddenly jumped, and it could be regarded as entering the realm of ten percent.

A condensed aura of immortal true immortals spread out in the vast space, as if it was about to break through the demon refining pot.

Lu Bei's figure was shocked, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he muttered, "Yuan Ling?"

Spread out his empty right hand and sighed: "I thought there would be some left for Chan'er, but I didn't expect that I was almost not enough." ”

However, thinking of his true spirit that was very different from this realm, he thought about it and muttered: "No wonder, the Five Qi Yin and Yang Dynasty Xuanyuan is probably cultivating the true spirit into a Yuan Spirit at the moment of achieving immortal true immortal... Compared to the True Spirit, the Yuan Spirit seems to be tougher, and it is easier to imprint, and it seems to be able to..."

Lu Bei stretched out his finger, and a white-gold thunderbolt arc sounded.

It is the origin of innate thunder.

"A small part of the origin of this innate thunder was obtained by the primeval thunder spirit that I cut down, and the other part is the incarnation of the good corpse of the Zhenyuan Great Immortal, and the Gou Chen Great Emperor was taken by the predecessors of the earth armor...... Although the origin is innate, the grade is quite high. But for a reincarnated creature like Gou Chen, it is equivalent to the use of the acquired origin, making it an immortal golden immortal. ”

"And after leaving the body, there is a three-percent loss...... Even though I had already refined the Yang God Dharma, in fact, it was still gradually fading away in less than a year when I used it again and again. ”

"It's not like I haven't tried branding before, but unfortunately for some reason, I can't brand it. So, can this primordial spirit be imprinted now?"

Lu Bei thought in his heart, secretly calculated the time, and said in a deep voice: "Let's try it, if I succeed in cultivating this thunder origin to perfection, I should be at the top of the True Immortal Realm." ”

Luoyang.

Venerable Guanyin looked at the gradually dark sky, and said in a condensed voice: "Don't wait for the Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch. ”

As he spoke, he was about to pinch his fingers, when the Bodhisattva said in a condensed voice: "Senior brother, Yang Jian is here." ”

I saw that under the moonlit night, Yang Jian, who was wearing a black coat, wearing bright silver armor inside, and holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife, looked gloomy and came out of nowhere.

He was followed by Li Huanzhang, Zhang Boshi and the Roaring Sky Dog.

Venerable Guanyin smiled and said, "The nephew is back?"

"Yes. Uncle Shi, let's get started. ”

Yang Jian said coldly.

The scenes above Huashan floated in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel helpless.

Let's say that Yang Jian's imperial envoy was full of golden light and supernatural powers, and rushed to Huashan in a hurry.

Step into the spiritual realm of Huashan.

Stepping on a field of colorful peach blossoms, Yang Jian took a deep breath, restrained his complexion, and tried not to let his expression look so angry.

"Is the third sister here?"

"Second brother?"

A girl's surprised voice sounded.

Under the peach blossom tree, Yang Chan wore a snow-white palace dress, with a slender and quiet figure, a dignified and clear temperament, or had just bathed, and the three thousand beautiful green silk draped on the snow shoulders were not combed into a bun, but tied up with a red rope, and she was still holding a cute and clever kitten in her arms.

The kitten was snow-white and flawless, and was lazily closing its eyes, its long eyelashes trembling slightly, and its red nose was wrinkled, as if it was sleeping.

Yang Jian didn't care, looking at his third sister, his eyes were condensed, and he was about to scold, but he changed his words to a pair of clear jade-like eyes: "Third sister, when did you come back?"

"I... Well, it's been a long time since I've been back. ”

Yang Chan lowered her head and dodged her gaze.

"Really?" Feeling the alienated attitude of his third sister, Yang Jian smiled faintly, stepped forward, patted Yang Chan's shaved shoulder, sighed and said, "Third sister..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Chan sat on the chair, looked at Yang Jian with an unnatural expression, and said suspiciously.

"It's nothing," Yang Jian took the opportunity to find a chair and sit down, his face like a knife and axe, with a trace of inexplicable emotion, in a low hoarse voice, sighed: "Third sister, these years... Second brother has been busy cultivating, and he really cares too little about you..."

"Second brother, why did you suddenly talk about this?" Yang Chan's eyes moved slightly, put down Bai Xue, poured a cup of tea for Yang Jian, handed it over with both hands, and said with a light smile: "Second brother, give, drink tea." ”

Yang Chan also poured herself a glass and took a sip.

Yang Jian took it, took a sip, and said softly: "Third sister, if you have someone you like, you must tell the second brother... Second brother..."

"Second brother, what are you talking about?" Yang Chanjiao interrupted.

"Can the third sister know Lu Bei?" Yang Jian's expression was solemn, and he finally showed up in poverty, and he didn't wait for Yang Chan, whose jade face changed slightly, to speak, but said to himself: "This person has been enlightened for less than a hundred years, and before he became a true immortal, he has offended the father and son of the Emperor Dongyue, the eight immortals of the Eight Caves, and the two Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, which can be described as enemies everywhere... This person has a fierce and cold heart, and he is ruthless, although he has some qualifications, but because of this, he can't be easily trusted. ”

"Third sister, do you know this?"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a condensed voice.

"Second brother, what do you say have to do with me?" Yang Chan stroked her hair between her sideburns with her hand and whispered, "I... I don't know him. ”

"Third sister, this person should not be gullible. For Yang Chan talking nonsense with her eyes open, Yang Jian turned a deaf ear, frowned, and did not say anything about the involvement of Lu Bei and Princess Hong'er after all.

After all, he's not too sure.

And this kind of thing can't be talked about.

In Yang Chan's complex jade appearance, Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "In short, the second brother doesn't like this person. ”

"Second brother," Yang Chan's eyes flashed, and she lost her voice: "Why?!"

"Why?" Yang Jian Huo Ran stood up, his face gloomy, and said in a deep voice: "This person is frivolous and misbehaving, and he makes trouble everywhere... Even though he entered the realm very quickly in the past, but with such a cold and thin heart, it is most difficult to become a true immortal in this life, how can my Yang Jian's brother-in-law be an ant who can't even live forever?"

"Then it's not like I haven't become a true immortal?"

Yang Chan said bitterly.

Suddenly remembering something, the Three Holy Princesses blinked their eyes and said softly, "What if he becomes a true immortal?"

"Hmph, even if he can become a true immortal, he has to beat the second brother. ”

"Second brother, you..."

The Three Holy Princesses were stunned when they heard this.

Yang Jian stood with his hands in his hands, a look of contempt appeared on his face, and said coldly: "And...... If you don't teach this person a lesson, the second brother will not be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart. ”

Thinking of the Lu Dao people, without being hired by three media and six people, he ......

Every time he thought of this, he longed to drain his soul and refine his soul into the eighteenth layer of hell, and he would never be able to live beyond his life.

"Second brother, don't come nonsense. Yang Chan was in a hurry, stood up, pulled Yang Jian's sleeve and coquettishly, and said tentatively: "Second brother, what are you going to do..."

Yang Jian withdrew his arm, his eyes were indifferent, and he said coldly: "Break your limbs, Yongzhen Huashan." ”

"This..."

Hearing this, Yang Chan's eyes were dull and she exclaimed.

But seeing that Yang Jian had already crossed out of the spirit realm, a cold voice came from afar, "Third sister, this spirit realm has been sealed by me, don't go anywhere, calm down in Huashan first." ”

Hearing this, Yang Chan sat on the chair as if she had been drained of strength.