Immortal Saint Gu Wen learned from the conversation between Wu Kong and Qing Cang not long ago that the conversation between the two was very obscure before, but now they speak very straightforwardly.

This may be the difference between the master and ordinary immortals.

Wukong would be taboo about cause and effect, but she could blurt it out so calmly.

Also, Master Qingcang got the elixir by cutting off the saint’s hair?

It was hard for Gu Wen to imagine that scene, let alone understand Qingcang's state, and how she escaped unscathed.

The ancestor of all spirits, the source of spiritual practice for all beings in the world, every breath and breath affects the flow of spiritual energy in the three realms.

Gu Wen raised his eyes and looked around. The mountains and rivers he saw were the saint's first breath of fresh air?

A ray of enlightenment came to my heart, and I saw the vastness and responded to my original heart.

Moving mountains and reclaiming seas is the power of spiritual practice, transcending immortality is the privilege of immortals, and saints are the heaven and earth itself.

Becoming an immortal is not the end. There are saints above immortals. How wonderful is the world of saints?

A ray of emotion emerged, and Gu Wen suppressed it in an instant. He had not yet become an immortal, and he had not yet experienced the freedom and ease of an immortal. Now it would be too ambitious to imagine a saint.

What's more, the destiny only talks about becoming an immortal, but it never mentions becoming a saint. Maybe immortality is the end.

Fate?

The saints in the earth realm control the birth and death of all things and bestow upon all beings their destiny.

Is the destiny of immortality given by saints?

"The saints of the earth give destiny and luck. Doesn't that mean that whoever you want to become an immortal can be allowed to become an immortal?"

Gu Wen suppressed his emotions so as not to reveal a different look, and asked questions calmly.

This also allowed Qing Cangdi to listen to the supernatural power and not hear it. She did not have the habit of eavesdropping on her disciples. Unless her emotions were surging and too strong to be concealed, her thoughts would not be leaked.

Qingcang smiled and shook his head and said: "The life and death of immortals is not under his control. Naturally, if there is the luck to become an immortal, it is definitely not something that He can bestow at will. Just like those holy bodies, fate, luck, etc. that are enough to become immortals, etc., the earth realm

That person probably doesn’t want to see it the most. Even if he can spend a lot of money to condense his destiny, he won’t give it to all living beings.”

"Why?"

Gu Wen asked, his expression somewhat anxious.

"Detachment is to be free from life and death. A saint who is in charge of life and death will not want too many immortals. What's more, fate and divine status are different. Those with poor fortunes cannot afford it, but becoming immortals is just the icing on the cake."

Qing Cang answered without hesitation.

"Just like the Longevity Tribulation, without its existence, the number of immortals in the world would be several times greater. Every half-immortal has the qualifications to become an immortal, but they cannot transcend within a limited time."

Originally, matters involving saints could not be discussed casually, but since it was the disciple who asked, she would naturally answer.

Because Gu Wen will definitely come into contact with her in the future, and this process of exploration is time-consuming and laborious, so it is better to inform her in advance. In case she is not around later, no one will inform Gu Wen.

"The two saints have different powers, but without exception they will involve all sentient beings. Do you know why?"

Gu Wen shook his head and said: "Disciple doesn't know, please ask master to answer."

"Because apart from their authority, the last saint status is sentient beings, which is what Jianmu is pursuing, and it is also your goal in the future."

Qing Cang stretched out his hand to straighten Gu Wen's somewhat messy collar, as if a mother was telling her to plan for the future.

"The road to becoming a saint by building a tree is to become a tree of one realm, hanging in the cave sky, and nurturing all living beings. And our human race reclaims the earth, regulates spiritual veins, and builds spiritual mountains and spiritual fields, which is also a road to sainthood."

"If you want to become a saint from now on, my compatriots will help you. When the human race becomes the leader of all spirits, that will be the time when you become a saint."

Gu Wen heard the implication of the other party's words and didn't know how to answer for a while.

He said: "If you find the elixir of death, this saint's position should be given to the master."

"Everything in the world is impermanent, and there are always eight or nine things that are completely unsatisfactory in life. My disciple has already become one of my teachers, which is enough. The rest depends on whether I am eight or nine times unsatisfactory."

Qingcang smiled slightly, rubbed Gu Wen's head and said no more.

Jianmu was unable to become a saint as he wished, and the elixir that was supposed to be the most important back-up became a liability. Gu Wen appeared just when Jianmu had the upper hand.

Qing Cang was already prepared to fall completely and build a semi-saint body, but the time she spent practicing was less than one ten thousandth of the other person's.

Even if they couldn't die together in the end, the time they bought was enough for Gu Wen to grow up.

Now the human race has the upper hand, and Jianmu is about to die.

On the third day of December, Nanmen Pass fell completely into the hands of the Nanchun Army, and the hinterland of Qianjing was exposed to the iron hoof.

During this period, strong men from the Demon Sect kept coming to test him in their avatars, but without exception, they were all killed by Gu Wen. The situation of being surrounded by enemies has not changed, but the previous embarrassment disappeared due to the improvement in strength.

Gu Wen used Daozong's Qi-gazing technique, and he could see an old dragon screaming mournfully from thousands of miles away.

The situation for Emperor Daojun is over, and victory seems within reach.

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The Nanshui reaches eight thousand miles deep to the south, where giant trees stand. The dense crowns and vines are like an airtight carpet, completely covering the entire land.

Except for the green forest, nothing can stand majestically in the sun.

Zheng!

A sword came from the east, and all the white clouds retreated. Finally, the sword light fell to the ground, and the green carpet was slowly cut open.

A simple dark iron sword with a wooden handle stood in the air, and in the next moment it transformed into an old man with a white beard.

The Sword Master looked at the valley that he had just cut out. It was surrounded by dense tree roots. At the bottom, a green-haired woman held a severed arm in her hand.

Their eyes faced each other, and the sky and the earth seemed to turn into swords at this moment. When the qi machines collided with each other, the hurricane set off overwhelmed the sea of ​​millions of trees.

"Jianmu's incarnation?"

The sword master frowned. He looked at the severed arm in the opponent's hand and knew that he had guessed wrong again.

"Immortal sword."

The green-haired woman asked with a cold voice: "You are not Qingcang, and you are already an immortal. Why are you so persistent in the elixir?"

Immortals are unrestrained. Except for Qingcang, no immortal has ever been restricted by race.

In the past, the human race was the lower third class in Jianmu Cave Heaven, but when the human race left and some great powers gradually emerged, the first-class races like the Four Elephants did not mind associating with the great human race, and many even became friends.

Fellow Taoist.

Even the great powers who have not yet become immortals are not divided into ethnic groups, let alone immortals.

Cultivation is self-cultivation.

"In the past, the immortal officials in the Immortal Court were all destroyed by the hands of the spiritual ancestors. Now that all living beings in the cultivation world are multiplying, we should not repeat the same mistakes."

The Sword Master slowly raised his hand to the sky. On the sky behind him, thousands of sword shadows shone brightly in the void, like stars all over the sky.

In the beginning, in order to make up for the innate deficiencies of the human race, weapon refining came into being, and the swordsman was the first fang of the human race.

He is one of the original sword practitioners, and there is also an immortal official from the immortal world.

The Immortal Official came down to earth and was attacked. He was too injured and unable to return to the Immortal Court. He was picked up and brought home by a woodcutter in the countryside of the human race. As a result, there was a joke in the village:

The bachelor at the end of the village did not pick up a fairy, but instead picked up a white-faced man.

In order to repay the favor of saving his life, the immortal official taught the villagers how to practice qi. From then on, the two went up the mountain to cut firewood at dawn, practiced qi in the forest at noon, and practiced martial arts in the stream at night.

At that time, the methods of cultivation had not yet been divided into schools, and the method was so serious that if outsiders found out about it, they would definitely die.

The villager observed the force of the mountain wind and used the skill of chopping firewood to create a sword energy.

The immortal official returned to the immortal court after recovering from his injury. Every ten years, he would go down to earth to handle official business and visit the villagers. However, the villager had been practicing sword training for ten years. He had just entered the immortal path, but he had also entered middle age. The immortal official still

The appearance remains the same as before.

The latter said that he would bring him an edict and ask for the immortal position of a little roller-curtain general.

Ten years later, the immortal official has not returned, and the villager has achieved a small level of cultivation and has become a master known far and near.

Hundreds of decades have passed since then, and the title of the villagers has changed from the master of swordsmanship to the founder of the sect, but the immortal official has not returned.

It wasn't until he reached the top of the mountain that he realized that the Heavenly Gate was closed, the Immortal Court was dead, and the Immortal Official was dead.

The sword master is not sentimental, but he feels regretful that he can't see his old friend again, and he doesn't like the spiritual ancestor.

"The immortal official was imprisoned because of his detachment from the immortal position, and also died because of the immortal position."

The green-haired woman did not change her expression in the face of thousands of swords. Instead, she said somewhat straightforwardly: "In that case, why not help me become a saint? In this way, all problems will be solved."

"Help you? It seems that fellow Taoist Qingcang is indeed a saint, and you are not invincible."

A slight smile appeared on Sword Master's cold and iron face. He laughed at Jianmu's embarrassment. He had twelve immortals under his command and still needed to win over him.

From this point of view, Jianmu himself and the twelve demon ancestors still have no confidence in suppressing Qing Cang. At least Jianmu cannot escape from Qing Cang's hands, and he may be killed together.

As the saying goes, all immortals are just ants. If they don't transcend, they will end up in loess. On the contrary, before they become immortals, they will still be ants.

Jianmu has not yet become a saint, so he is not invincible.

"There has never been anything invincible in heaven and earth, and the same is true for me."

The green-haired woman did not deny it. She raised her hand and grabbed her left arm, gently pulling it off even to the bone and flesh.

What then flowed out was not blood, but green twigs, which plunged into the elixir's severed arm.
To be continued...