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Chapter 473: The Floating Clouds Gone Without a Trace (5)

In the Yang world, the Venerable Temple.

Ancient and boundless aura lingers in the cave.

Mr. Qinghe sat cross-legged there, and in front of him, a mountain and river pen wrapped in a gilded divine light was quietly suspended.

This is his natal Taoist weapon, to be more precise, it is now a half-step immortal weapon.

The aura on his body became heavier and he looked more like he was looking at the mountains and rivers.

The true nature of the Great Dao is the same as the truth.

This is the true meaning of transcendence.

Not far away from him was Hong Yangzi sitting cross-legged, the old Taoist hugging Yuan Shouyi, holding the Qihai with both hands, and half of the treasure tripod was suspended.

Not far away, there were many cultivators, and Su Muzhe turned his attention to Hong Yangzi more.

If others hadn't told them repeatedly, few people could actually look at this thin and old Taoist.

Even though he was once a monster for a lifetime, had walked invincible paths, he was once a generation of giants in the Holy Land Sect.

But again, this is also a very contradictory existence that is often overlooked.

An old saying once said: The best is like water, and water is good at benefiting all things without competing.

Hong Yangzi practiced the infinite Taoism of the sea, and until now, he has shown some of the glories of the past.

With this secret technique, the old Taoist entered the realm of half a step of transcendence. The vastness of his Yuanqi magic power is already the best of all cultivation, and even Su Muzhe looked at him.

After so much rest, the two of them slowly opened their eyes.

At this moment, Su Muzhe turned his hand and took out a bronze lamp.

Inside, an extremely faint flame was burning.

"After Gui Yuzi attained enlightenment and ascended to the Daqian, he died in just half a breath!"

This is the method of seizing the universe.

In the past, Su Muzhe used this to watch the scene of the elder ghost ascending ascension.

On that day, Su Muzhe left behind a twelve blood banner artifact that Gui Yuzi refined, and thus witnessed the scene after Gui Yuzi ascended.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the cultivation tools were silent.

Mr. Qinghe and Hong Yangzi diluted a bit of immortal joy in the world.

Looking at the lamp holding Su Muzha's palm, Zhu Xiu had lost the courage to watch for a moment.

That land of no return to the end is really cool.

Looking at Zhu Xiu quietly like this, Su Muzhai finally walked to a wall of the quiet room with his lamp in his hand.

On the wall, Su Muzhe had already piled up with spiritual jade into a bookshelves.

There was already a bronze lamp placed in the corner of it. Su Muzhe raised his hand and placed the lamp in the palm of his palm in the second grid.

After some action, Su Muzhe stopped stopping and turned around and walked towards the Jing room.

When he reached the door, Su Muzhe suddenly stopped.

"Everyone, this is not the end of us, but the path we will inevitably embark on. The scene of immortal silence. Not to mention you, it will be difficult for me to accept it for a while. But sooner or later, I will face all this. If you look at it more, you may gain more."

When he finished speaking, Su Muzhe stopped stopping, and walked out of the quiet room with great strides.

For a moment, the cultivators looked at each other and finally returned to silence.

...

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don’t know the year after the cold is over.

Since Gui Yuzi ascended, thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Perhaps that day, Su Muzhe said something a little heavy.

Or maybe the scene of immortals' nirvana really stimulates all the cultivators.

In just a few days, all the old monsters bid farewell to Su Muzhe one after another, and each embarked on a lonely path of cultivation, looking for more opportunities from this ancient mountains and rivers.

This is what it means.

The twelve scenic spots of the heavy building, you can’t live forever.

Especially when you reach such a situation as the old monsters, it often becomes more and more difficult every step you take.

Everyone made an appointment, every five thousand years, a game will be held at the Venerable's Temple to determine the general trend of the Yang world!

In addition, some people may feel that the life span is approaching, or there is an unpredictable event in the Yang world, and there is another secret method of transmission.

After saying goodbye one by one, Su Muzhe sat upright on the top of the mountain again.

In the world of Taoism.

On the top of Kunlun Fairy Mountain in the Western Sept, in the bronze Taoist Palace, the gray-robed Emperor Tai sat upright on the cloud bed.

In front of him was the burning fire of time.

Inside, there are twelve incomplete golden flags constantly churning. It is difficult to see the original appearance of the outside world. The true form of the flame of time has been refined by the flame of time, and only the immortal substance that the inner immortal has ever attained.

Above the cloud bed, an ancient long sword was placed horizontally on the knee by the Emperor of Thailand.

The old fingers gently brushed across the sword's spine.

Over the past thousand years, this Taoist weapon that once cut off the powerful body was refined again.

Sword of the spirit cuts the spirit platform.

This is the magic sword that once came from the end of the world, accompanied by Su Muzhe, and even when the Taoist world was opened, he cut through the void world with one sword.

Now, Su Muzhe is preparing to further sacrifice and refine this spirit-slashing sword.

He wanted to refine the magic sword into a half-step immortal weapon!

However, Su Muzhe was not prepared to refine it as a life-going weapon.

The Tao of the Spirit-Slaying Sword cannot be consistent with Su Muzhe's Netherworld Taoism.

However, in the past, Su Muzhe once refined the ancient sword map of Heguang Tongchen into the magic sword.

Therefore, at a very early age, this magic sword had the numbers of Tiangang and Earthly Evils, and the clear and turbid were the same as dust.

Su Muzhe has used soul blood to melt it into the magic sword, sacrificed it to form a treasure of the soul, and then used the magic sword to enter the half-step immortal weapon to invade the immortal and transcendent aura.

This is the choice made by Su Muzhe in the years before yesterday.

Over the years, twelve avenues have emerged from the furnace of the avenue.

In the world of Taoism, the clearer the sky and the turbidity of the earth.

Twelve innate ancient gods stood in the sky.

As the great road sings together, the pressure on Su Mu to block his soul also increased sharply.

Also because of the addition of all the Taos, Su Muzhe's understanding of Taoism increased simultaneously.

He looked back and read the "Da Luo Soul Refining True Sutra". It is true that this ancient scripture has the Nine Refining Spirit and has the true meaning of transcendence. However, after careful deduction, Su Muzhe finally felt that the Three Thousand Great Ways were still more vast.

One day, perhaps the Daluo divine soul, which was refined according to the ancient method nine times, could still not bear the pressure of the Three Thousand Great Dao Song.

Su Muzhe's soul needs to be further detached.

Yu Yang's immortal method gave Su Muzhe a great inspiration.

He is preparing to refine the treasure of the soul into a half-step immortal weapon, nourish the soul with his immortal breath, and comb the two clear and turbid Qi, so as to share the pressure.

Even in the past thousand years, Su Muzhe has made many details of the "Da Luo Soul Refining True Sutra" with the spirit-killing sword as the core.

The scriptures that were not ancient sages were not good enough.

But it is no longer suitable for Su Muzhe today.

After all, what he was following is an unprecedented path, and perhaps there would be no future.

Gently stroked the ancient star sea pattern carved on the sword spine, the Emperor of Thailand waved his hand gently, the sword light roared, and the spirit-slashing sword sank into the flame of time, wrapped in immortal matter.

...

On the top of the mountain, Su Muzhe slowly opened his eyes.

"It's time to find the two clear and turbid Qi, and then refine the soul."

While pondering, Su Muzhe turned his hand and pinched out a jade slip. The jade slip recorded the messages about the two Qi of clear and turbidity left by several old monsters.

"Eclipse the Sun Spirit Yuan, the Supreme Clear Qi, the Northern Region Fire Sorrow and the End of the Land."

As he murmured gently, Su Muzhe immediately stood up, waved his sleeves, tearing the void and sank into it.

In the place, only a mute voice echoed among the mountains.

"The sky is a basket covered with a carpet, and the sun, moon and stars accompany me to sleep.

Who is making a fame and fortune net, wealth and poverty are extraordinary.

There are also horse riding and sedan chairs, and there are also cart handles.

The blessings of riding a horse and sedan chair are worthy of being blessed.

A horse carries a demented man, and a beautiful woman often sleeps with a humble man.

An eighty-year-old man stood in front of the gate, and a three-year-old naughty boy was stained with the underworld.

It’s not that God doesn’t open his eyes, good and evil end up... the cycle of retribution!”

...

At the same time, on the coast of the East China Sea, the sea waves are vast, and there are monks fighting on one side of the island. Nearly ten people gathered together and surrounded and killed one person!

The cultivators were angrily angry, and the person in charge looked gloomy and sneered.
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