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Whether it was the destruction of the Five Elements Great Array or the Heavenly Tribulation that was even more terrifying than the Ninety-Nine Tribulation, it was enough to completely wipe out this ordinary mountain range from this world.

The Wuyue Mountain Range is also a place that Mu Ran definitely doesn't want to go to again, because he has been here for too long.

The peak of Buzhou Mountain has gone straight to the sky, reaching a height that is about to break through the sky.

The pillar of heaven is not around the mountain, and it is definitely not in vain. The more you climb, the more fierce the wind becomes. Not to mention that he is a cultivator, that immortal is first-class, and at most he will stop at halfway through the climb. The cold wind that even immortal qi could freeze was not something they could easily withstand.

The foot and cave of Buzhou Mountain have given Mu Ran endless reverie and memories. After so many years, he has never climbed the peak. Maybe I have this strength, but because of various reasons and problems, I didn't try.

Stepping on the stone at the peak of Buzhou Mountain, Mu Ran's heart had a fluttering feeling. Standing on the highest point in this world, looking down, you can directly see everything in the world through the layers of clouds.

High, cold?

Mu Ran didn't ask himself such a question. Then there is the cold wind, the scorching sun and the pure yin and mysteriousness, and they can only bow their heads obediently. Mu Ran's strength is too much stronger than most people in this world right now.

Strength is given by chance, talent and hard work.

Mu Ran asked himself that he had absolutely no talent to be proud of, and his fate could not be said to be good, the road was bumpy, and he was almost alive. The only thing he can rely on is the strong mana condensed by continuous accumulation and continuous efforts before the world opens up this time, which is his only capital.

From the eyes of ordinary people, his appearance is long enough. For ordinary immortal cultivators, becoming an immortal is their main goal. After achieving the fairyland immortals, in order to survive and make a living, he will continue to work hard and climb forward step by step. Quasi-saints, saints, which one is not a thick beam pressed on the top of the head?

For them, not to mention what kind of Taoist master they are, being able to be a golden immortal for a lifetime and be majestic in a small party may already be the ultimate goal of life. Indeed, after the merger of the worlds, the Central World does not know how many times the original Central World, and where are there so many masters?

Are you content? Mu Ran smiled coldly in his heart. If he was content, he wouldn't be so desperate. Even if he only had the World Destroying Black Lotus and the Karmic Fire Red Lotus in his hands, he who had already achieved the position of Dao Master was enough to despise most of the existences. The golden-domed old monk who had lived longer than Pangu was afraid of him, and even the Heavenly Dao Saints who were high and invincible in the past were easily defeated at his feet.

It's just that no one else knows, only he knows. Achievements can be joyful, but they cannot be indulged in because of it. Thinking about the golden-topped old monk, the scorching flame Dao Lord Phoenix, and the unmasked Huangquan Dao Master, which one of them didn't have a shocking ability countless years ago? But how much has they improved over the years?

Immersing yourself in your immediate achievements will only stop you forever.

If Mu Ran's wish was simply not to be subservient to others, then he had now fully achieved it. Putting aside the two ethereal existences of Dao Dao and Ming Zun, don't talk about it, even if Daozu Hongjun sees him, he has to give three points. At the level of the Taoist master, where is it so easy to kill? One is not good, it will provoke endless revenge, and Hongjun himself will have a headache.

And the real obsession in Mu Ran's heart is just a place that may have existed in his memory for a long, long time. There, he had no supernatural powers, no spells, no flying, no fighting, and even a little confused about survival.

Today, many years later, he even began to wonder, is that self still himself?

However, only in the deepest part of my heart will there be a voice that always reminds myself that that place is my true destination.

Home, no matter where you go, home is always home.

Why did Mu Ran have to continue cultivating without stopping for a moment? It was to occasionally enjoy the scenery and rest, and he was also refining the Pure World Blue Lotus all the time, in order not to be subservient to others.

Only when you truly reach the pinnacle can you control your own destiny and find your own way. He is reluctant to become a pawn at the mercy of others.

In every age, in every Genesis, there may be many geniuses. These geniuses have more or less been annihilated in the progress of time. They can't resist the temptation of fame, can't resist the devouring of time, or go the wrong way, they can only destroy themselves.

It's like this groundbreaking world, with such an existence as the Reincarnation Ancestor, which can be called an anti-heaven existence. I don't know how much shorter the years of cultivation are than Mu Ran, but his chances and skills are unimaginably high.

There is always a gap between people.

Mu Ran did all this just to resist the impact of the constant coming, in order not to let himself fall in the advance of time. When he stops, others come in. Maybe it is difficult to achieve the position of the Taoist master, but if there is one more Taoist master in a Genesis, then after countless years, he will be unknown to everyone.

"What, what are you thinking?" the words came into his ears. Bland, but with a unique charm. Mu Ran knew that he had heard this voice before, and more than once.

Buzhou Mountain Peak, it was not his own intention to come, but someone guided him to come. The symbol of the other party, Mu Ran still remembers, and will never forget, is a lotus flower, a pitch-black lotus.

Black madness, black arrogance, Mu Ran remembers, in the Buzhou cave, the wild figure holding the wine altar high. He also remembered that in the depths of chaos, for the sake of his own principles, he gave up the magic weapon and the heroic situation of Hongjun against the bombardment. Knowing that he was going to die, he still had to go, and that shadow, even now, was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"I'm back. Luo Yu threw the wine jar in his hand casually, and after the wine jar crossed an arc in the air that was not too curved, it fell steadily in front of Mu Ran.

"The last treasure of the Wu clan, if you don't drink it, you won't have a chance in the future. The taste of spirits, I don't think you will forget. "First, Luo Yu is a mouthful.

Why can't he remember the taste of the Wu Clan's spirits? The embarrassment at that time is vivid.

chuckling, indicating that he had taken care of it, Mu Ran squatted down, slapped the seal on the wine jar, and poured it into his mouth without any scruples.

The hot alcohol ran from throat to throat, and he almost threw up in his grief. No matter how good your skills are, if you don't drink, you won't drink after all.

Resisting that feeling of nausea, Mu Ran wiped out most of the wine in this jar, and then placed the jar on the stone.

"Okay, that's what it looks like. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve robe, and Luo Yu did not hesitate to praise Mu Ran. It's not a good performance, but it's much better than it was a long time ago.

"I'm not just here for something as simple as drinking. Earth Star, I know that you will not give up this opportunity, and in the same way, I will not give up the Pangu lineage. I just wish you could take care of the four little ones for me. If I were to be myself, I would be noticed, and I would have to rely on you. Saying that, Luo's wild figure was a little bleak.