On a high mountain of tens of thousands of feet, there are ethereal clouds and mist, like a fairyland. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt stands to reason that on such a high mountain, it should be covered with snow, but here, it is like spring all year round.

At the top of this mountain, there is a platform with a circumference of more than 100 zhang, which appears very abruptly, but it gives people a reasonable feeling, which is the creation of nature.

A hundred zhang square, only erected a giant tripod, three legs and two ears, above the lower circle, exudes the atmosphere of eternity, the vicissitudes of time.

It has existed here for an unknown amount of time, and it seems to be connected to the earth, making the two seem to be one.

There are two figures in front of Juding, one old and one young, the old man's hair and beard are snow-white, and the wrinkles on his face are like the knife carved by the knife of time, dense, but he doesn't know how many knives have been carved, only the body, still standing, a pair of eyes, with the clarity of seeing through everything.

The old man faced Juding, his expression was solemn, and behind him, there was a young man with a childish face, although his body had begun to appear burly, but he thought about it from time to time, compared with the solemn atmosphere of the old man, it seemed a little immature.

"Ancestor, you've been standing for almost two hours, aren't you tired?"

Eventually, the boy scratched his head with his hand, a little breathless, he didn't understand what else to see in front of him except the strange giant ding.

When the old man heard this, he seemed to be awakened from some kind of distant memory, looked back at the young man, and said softly:

"Xiao Ling, I'm thinking about something here, if you don't want to stay here, just leave first!"

When the young man heard this, his face did not show joy, but he hurriedly waved his hand, and said a little hurriedly:

"I don't have anything to do, just stay here with my ancestors. After speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor, can you not call me Xiaoling, Uncle Gen They said, this is a girl's name, and my name is Lingling." ”

"What boys and girls, you are still just a child in my eyes at best, what can you do if you are called 'Little Spirit'. ”

The young man's face was bitter, and he continued: "But Ancestor, I am now more than 100 years old, and I heard Uncle Gen say that the human race can be a grandfather and a grandfather at this age." ”

"Is this comparable?" the old man said, with a wide-eyed look:

"The human race is the human race, we are us, the human race is not more than 100 years old, and our demon race, after generating spiritual wisdom, as long as we do not die halfway, we have a life span of five hundred years, and the human race wants to achieve this step, the only way to achieve the golden pill is to achieve it first.

This is just an ordinary demon race, to some demon clans with special bloodlines, the life span is far beyond the ordinary, like our grass and tree elf clan, in terms of life span beyond ordinary creatures, I don't know how many mortals.

100 years old, what's wrong with 100 years old? Your ancestor and I are now more than 10,000 years old, and other grass and tree elves can't match me... than ......"

Speaking of this, the old man skipped a trace of memory and melancholy on his face, and suddenly sighed, his eyes a little gloomy.

"What about longevity, now we are in this vein, and only the two of us are left......" The old man muttered, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

The young man looked at the old man's expression, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, as if he didn't hear clearly, and asked, "Old Ancestor, what did you say?"

For a long time, he didn't hear the old man's answer, he remained silent, like a statue.

With the passage of time, the sun has reached the middle of the sky, but here, it is still cloudy and mist, like ice and snow that cannot be melted, a little hazy and mysterious.

"Blue Emperor...... The demon god ...... "In the end, all of this turned into a long sigh from the old man again.

"Old Ancestor, does the Blue Emperor really exist?"

This question has been held back in the young man's heart for a long time, and this time he heard the old man sigh, so he asked it.

"Qingdi, nature exists. The old man turned around, looked at the young man, and said slowly: "More than a million years ago, the demon clan suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, if it weren't for the Qing Emperor's action, the clan would have been almost wiped out, so the Qing Emperor was called the demon god by all the demon clans.

Our grass and tree elf clan is the ancestor of the Qing Emperor, and it was the Qing Emperor who created our clan. Speaking of this, the old man sighed a little:

"Millions of years ago, countless demon clans came to make a pilgrimage, and those who could stand here were the best among the demon kings. Before his eyes, there seemed to be a grand scene slowly emerging.

"Xiao Ling, my longevity is numbered, after I leave, the grass and wood elves will be the only one left, the triennial sacrifice, you must firmly abide by it, unless our grass and wood elves are dead, but also remember the creation of the ancestors. At this moment, the old man's face was very serious, giving people a feeling that could not be refused.

"Yes, Old Ancestor, I will definitely remember it, it's just, Old Ancestor, you are so powerful, how can you ......"

The old man shook his head, stopped the young man from continuing, and said calmly: "No matter what living being, as long as it does not become an immortal, there is a limit on longevity, this is the rule of heaven and earth, and no one can change it.

This limit is about 10,800 years old, I have lived for more than 10,000 years so far, I can't remember the specific years, between heaven and earth, who has lived longer than me, I am content. ”

Speaking of which, the old man was a little embarrassed, even though he was not the strongest in the world, but he was definitely the longest living in the world, Wan Chunqiu, this name was not wrong at all.

As for becoming an immortal, this is even more of a fantasy, a long world, in millions of years, no one has ever succeeded, just like him, Xiu Wei has obviously reached the top of this world, but he still can't get a glimpse of the opportunity to become an immortal.

After explaining some things, Wan Chunqiu's originally old face became even older, and the whole person seemed to be supported by a breath of spirit, and he could fall down at any time.

"No, Old Ancestor, isn't there still the Ancestor Qing Emperor? The Ancestor Qing Emperor has great powers, and he will definitely be able to help you. The boy said anxiously.

"Shou Yuan Tianding, this is the rule of heaven and earth, ten thousand years of time, I am already content, the only thing I can't rest assured ......" Wan Chunqiu's eyes stared at the young man who seemed to be an ant on a hot pot at this time.

"By the way, Ancestor, I heard Uncle Gen say that there is reincarnation in this world, and as long as you pass reincarnation, you can be reincarnated. ”

"Reincarnation ......" Wan Chunqiu repeated these two words, smiled without knowing what they meant, and said in a low voice: "The underworld blocks the way, and there is no way to reincarnation." ”

"You are now a Jindan cultivator, and there is a Heaven Sealing Circle here, outsiders can't enter at all, in fact, your cultivation at this time, in the entire demon clan, can also be called Tianjiao, but unfortunately limited by our clan, you may not be able to leave here for the rest of your life. ”

Wan Chunqiu sighed lowly, the originally burning flame of life had a tendency to weaken.

Even if the young man was very anxious, when he heard this, he scratched his head with his hand and said, "I am very slow in cultivation, I heard that Tianjiao among the human race has already entered the realm of the Faxiang at the age of more than a hundred years. ”

"It's different. Wan Chunqiu shook his head, his flame of life seemed to be extinguished at any time, and he still explained patiently at this time:

"The human race has the favor of heaven and is born with a close path, so the cultivation speed is higher than that of the demon race, but compared with the demon race and the human race, the longevity of the same realm is longer, and the cultivation speed is slower than that of the human race, which can be regarded as the balance of the heavenly way!

Your essence is a spirit, gifted, a spirit, five hundred years old is spring, five hundred years old is autumn, and your own talent will only be revealed after experiencing this spring and autumn nirvana. ”

Wan Chunqiu's gaze skipped over the boy and looked at the entire mountain, a place where he had lived for 10,000 years, with a little reluctance in his vicissitudes of life.

"My body is Spring and Autumn Wood, especially after thousands of years of time, and with the attributes of years, it can just help you open Nirvana in advance. ”

In Wan Chunqiu's hand, a shimmering seed appeared, with a dreamy color, which was a little of his origin condensation.

This is his seed, after he dies, his own spirit will return to this seed, if there is no accident, after a long time, this seed may grow into another it, a person without the slightest memory.

But at this time, Wan Chunqiu obviously didn't want to do this, and as soon as he turned his hand, he beat this seed into the young man's body.

Suddenly, the young man's face turned red, and various colors of brilliance flashed on his body in turn, Wan Chunqiu nodded and said, "Don't let me down." ”

After saying that, the old man summoned all his spirit and spirit, and wanted to give it to the young man, although he would die if he did so, but the fire of his life had begun to dim, and he could not hold on for long.

"Old Ancestor, don't ......" Obviously, the young man already knew what Wan Chunqiu was going to do, and stopped Dao.

Fiercely, he looked behind Wan Chunqiu, his eyes revealing differences and a hint of fear.

Wan Chunqiu felt something, stopped at the last moment, turned around, and saw that the void became clear, if the previous void was colorless, the void at this time was like water, and there were ripples in a circle.

The old man withdrew, and the young man naturally got rid of the shackles, but he didn't speak, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, with some fear in his eyes.

This is not the first time he has seen this scene, counting this time, it has been three times, especially the last time, the one more than ten years ago, he still remembers it vividly.

After the void cracked that time, many clansmen entered it, which was why the entire Grass and Wood Elves clan was still the only two of them.

When the people entered, they never returned.

The void above is getting clearer and clearer, and through there, it seems that there is a wonderful world behind the void.

A burst of fragrance came, with a strong breath of life, smelling this fragrance, Wan Chunqiu's old face, a trace of ruddy, all the cells in the body, began to absorb the breath of life on their own, began to rejuvenate.

Wan Chunqiu suddenly had an impulse in his heart, the impulse to enter the world after the void.