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"Are there really immortals? Are immortals really invincible in the world?"

When Xiao Yi was six years old, he asked the drunk old man An.

An Yunchang hugged His Royal Highness, pointed to the hanging attic, and seemed to be sleepy but was actually very sober and replied, "Your Royal Highness looks at the hanging attic, without external force, you can plunge into the clouds, isn't this an immortal means?"

Xiao Yi held the book in the Secret Pavilion in his hand, which was a copy of the Celestial Scroll that had been lost in the Hidden Valley for an unknown amount of time, tilted his head and said curiously, "Grandpa An, this book says that a hundred years ago, there was an amazing city lord who beheaded nine immortals in a row, isn't that even more immortal than an immortal?"

An Yunchang squinted and was silent, as if he would never finish the flower wine on his waist, as if he had fallen into a memory, and said after a long time, "The immortal's name still has the character of a human in it, but the city lord is really not a human anymore." ”

When Xiao Yi heard this, he pointed to the Heavenly Dao, "Can the immortals open this day?"

The entourage of the master of Ouchi raised his head in a trance a few miles away, and in the cloudy sky, there was a bold laugh that was immortal and soared into the sky.

"What's so hard about that?"

"Don't talk about immortals, the old decay will open the sky for His Highness today!"

An Yunchang hugged His Royal Highness with one hand, and pulled the void with the other hand! Suddenly, the clouds were scattered by a big hand, the roaring sound echoed, and the black line formed between the earth and the sky in the distance was broken by a ray of clear light.

There is a mountain in the east, which stretches for thousands of miles, endlessly, like the backbone of the ancestral dragon, and is called Guanshan. The bright moon rises from here and shines on the world.

"The bright moon is out of the mountain!"

Xiao Yi was shocked by the bright moon above his head in front of him, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Old man An squinted his eyes and drank the flower wine, the bright moon shining on his head, shook his head and smiled, "Your Highness just watch the play." ”

"How many people in the world should be such immortals?" asked the little prince, although he was six years old, in shock.

An Yunchang is the one who has the temperament to answer questions about the little prince, and waved his hand to disperse Na Haoyue, "It's just a few hands." ”

"The number of hands?" the little prince was talented, and he couldn't help but pull the wrench and count, ah, "So many?"

An Yunchang smiled heartily, "Your Royal Highness, the world is vast, whether it is a peaceful and prosperous era or a turbulent era, even if there is a lack of gold and silver, there is no shortage of masters." ”

After saying that, he quietly leaned his head over and pointed to the old blind man Lin who was following behind the national teacher in the attic in the sky, "Your Royal Highness has you seen it?" The old blind man who has been following the national teacher all day long, but he can't make a move, if he breaks the ring one day and reveals his hand, I am afraid that it will be even more terrifying than the vision just now, and it is still too much." ”

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The Qijiang River roared, and was scorched and boiled by the purple sun on the top of the old acacia's head, turning into ten thousand steam, gathering and condensing into purple glow above the head.

The ancient poem said: The steam cloud dreams of Ze, shaking Yueyang City. Most of them saw such immortal methods and felt something.

The sword casting master of Xichu, the wood devil, borrowed the luck of the dragon, and climbed to an incredible point at this moment, and the two dry dragon horns in his hand that were about to break were thrown away by him at will, and the pond fish that had been turned into a hundred-year-old dragon merit wailed, and the broken horn flowed out of golden hot blood, and fell down the hot Qi River.

"Old Dryad, with the sun on his head, aren't you afraid of burning yourself?" An Yunchang felt the wanton tyrannical aura on the wood devil's body, his face was solemn, but he couldn't help but sneer.

The wood devil looked indifferent, "They are all people who are going to enter the ground, just this last word?"

"Lao Tzuri, your ancestor!" An Yunchang said with a smile, "I will pluck out your broken leaves later, and stuff them in the night pot to feed the dogs." ”

The wood devil took a deep breath, his chest quickly bulged, and he roared angrily, and his voice pierced through the golden cracked stone, and it was actually a three-point dragon power, overwhelming countless waves on the river surface!

The crimson golden flames were spat out in one gulp, and they hissed and burned wildly along the surface of the river!

"Good guy, after absorbing the dragon's luck, you learned the dragon's breath?" An Yunchang didn't dare to slack off, his hands were empty, and he gathered the hundred miles of dragon fire in the palm of his hand, and with a seemingly understatement, he extinguished the dragon fire. However, when he let go of his hands, there was a hint of scorched black in his palms, which were as clear as white jade.

The wood devil moved his body, and his rickety body in the stretch slowly rose up, straight like a sword, and the withered hair that was scattered became black and long, and the whole person seemed to have returned to the youngest moment, especially the purple sun on his head, a heroic posture, like a fairy descending to earth, laughing wildly at the moment.

"This is the realm of immortals?" Xiao Yi looked at Jiang's arrogant figure in mid-air.

"Very strong. An Yunchang gave an evaluation, the bright moon on his head is not as good as that round of purple sun, but it is difficult to ride a tiger, so he has to make a hard move!

The wood devil is still familiar with this terrifying body with luck, and his movements are occasionally jerky, but he fights with An Yunchang.

In the first 100 rounds, the two had advantages and disadvantages of each other, and An Yunchang had the upper hand.

In another hundred rounds, the wood devil swallowed and vomited like a rainbow of luck, and recruited great magical powers, directly suppressed An Yunchang, and knocked him into the heart of the river three times.

In another hundred rounds, An Yunchang's waist flower wine was snatched away by the wood devil, the bright moon above his head was scattered by the purple sun, the whole person was scattered, and the defeat was revealed, and the wood devil became more and more courageous the more he fought, and his eyes were golden like a scorching sun.

Rumble!

I don't know how many times I have been beaten into the heart of the river, but I don't see An Yunchang's figure.

The wood devil calmed down, threw away the ridiculous wine jug, felt the power of the hundreds of limbs, opened the gate of heaven, ascended to the fairyland, and resurrected the overlord, no one could stop him at the moment.

He looked at the bottom of the river, and saw through the old man An who refused to come up under the river, and said indifferently, "Jumping beam clown, not a threat." ”

Glancing to the north again, waiting for a voice.

Far away in the wind and snow, a slightly playful and deep voice came from thousands of miles away.

"I keep my promise and will not interfere in this matter. ”

Since there is no one in the world who can stop him, what are you waiting for at this moment?

Immediately opened his arms, his momentum soared again, and countless luck condensed from the center of his eyebrows, opening a huge door in the rain in the heart of the sky.

Open the gates of heaven!

The wood devil smiled and whispered in his heart.

"Welcome to my king!"

The Gate of Heaven is like a ghostly carving, and it has been moved open by a huge force!

Almost at the same time—

"Put. National Teacher Yuan Tiangang squinted and spoke, his voice extremely fierce.

The old blind man let go of the hand that was on the bow that did not exist, and there was no bow or arrow, but he heard a whoosh, and the nine heavens rang in unison!

Gone in a flash!

Boom Boom –

The sky in the distance was broken by something, and the sky was filled with clouds as the old man let go!

One arrow, cloudless sky -

In the next second, the gate of heaven opened!

The aurora light breaks through the sky and bursts out of the gate of heaven with endless brilliance!

Something is like an arrow in the blink of an eye.

It seemed to be an arrow, shooting out of the Heavenly Gate, into the Purple Sun, through the Purple Sun and into the chest of the Wood Devil, and then there was a muffled sound like a golden cracked stone, and the Wood Devil was instantly blasted into the river before he had time to react.

He tilted his head slightly, his hair fluttering, trying to see what had just happened. The smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, but Zi Sun couldn't stop collapsing.

Everything came too fast.

was full of fairy energy, and was actually blown away by an arrow.

Immediately after that, the purple sun collapsed, and the river exploded.

A behemoth figure jumped up from the heart of the river, it was the pond fish that had been cut off from the opportunity to turn into a dragon, with resentment on his face, swallowing the wood devil who had collapsed with immortal qi in one gulp.

The wood devil was dismantled, and was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and stretched out his palm in embarrassment, only to find that a red figure in the mouth of the pond fish rushed out, piercing his palm with a huge and small thing, it was a small sword with a small ruler, and he turned his head slightly to see the peerless beauty with a sneer. Immediately after that, a black-clothed figure jumped out from behind, handing out a giant que and slashing into his waist, and the two of them were cold, as if they were in agreement.

The pond fish is not allowed to enter again for three points, and it is difficult to inch forward by one foot of the giant que.

The red-clothed bottle Yunyu was expressionless, and it was difficult to advance no matter how much he handed the sword, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, and he sneered, "Still can't figure it out?"

Mu Yu's Great Demon Sword intent wanted to invade the body of this immortal, but it was also in vain, and he licked his lips, "Old Ancestor, do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool?"

The wood devil's eyes were slightly dilated, and he wanted to say something, but he saw that a round of Haoyue in the sky was unstoppable, and An Yunchang, who was already waiting at the bottom of the river, brewed a blow, and the Haoyue sank to the wooden devil who couldn't move.

The red-clothed and black-clothed men withdrew at the touch of a button, and they didn't even want the famous sword giant Que Chiyu.

A pair of horns were wrenched, and the pond fish whose dragon transformation was useless was blank, and only had a resentment, Mu Ran relied on a trace of consciousness to swallow the immortal wood devil and continue to complete the transformation of the dragon from the impossible.

But I saw the big moon sinking and the gate of heaven closed.

The demented pond fish swallowed the wood devil, and then was blown into countless pieces of corpses by the light of the bright moon, and was swallowed by Qi Jiang in just an instant.

The rainy breath was swept away, and the first rain of spring came and went faster.

The rain devil glanced at Qijiang in the vast soup, and didn't say a word, just took the big bird to the north.

The wonderful man in red fell beside Xiao Yi, his expression was a little confused, and he touched his peerless face, and there were two lines of tears.

Old man An was annoyed that the wine pot that was thrown into the river by the wooden devil was not easy to find, and he didn't care that he was wet and his hair was scattered, and a fierce man plunged into the Qijiang River again.

Lao Duan was blown up by the river droplets, but his eyes widened, but he couldn't see the silent figure anymore, the whole person was like a walking corpse, he spit at Tao Tao Qijiang, threw the wine jug hanging on his waist, and just muttered, "The Dragon King of the dog day, why did he die like this, and Lao Miao came to life, my old Duan still has to cultivate for a hundred years to take your dog's life, why did he die like this?"

Squatted down suddenly, hugged his head and cried, I don't know who he was talking to, gritted his teeth and was sad, "Why did you die like this?"

Xiao Yi watched in amazement as thousands of luck were blown up to the four corners of heaven and earth, the pond fish that had swallowed a hundred years of luck was blown into pieces, the wood devil and the gate of heaven disappeared together, but the immortal qi went to all parts of the world with the luck.

Regardless of how much luck Qinglian had absorbed from the gentle swaying in his mind, he just twisted his soaked sleeves and muttered.

"Why did you just die?"