The realm of nine secluded places.

After four years, the fighting gradually subsided.

"Surrender! Surrender! How come you, a hairy monster who is not even over 10,000 years old, can do so well?"

Little Fatty restrained his body and squatted at the gate of the city with his head in his arms. His fingers were twisted and broken. There were two big bumps on his head that looked like dragon horns, and his right cheek was swollen.

Over the past 100,000 years, he has spent 50,000 years refining the true meaning of the Five Elements and 50,000 years refining the Law of Reincarnation. He has been able to glimpse the Great Dao and understand the meaning of immortality. But the fists of the human descendant in front of him seemed to be touched by thunder, and he could even capture images.

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No matter how powerful you are, it will only become a competition of pure power in the end.

Qingcang put away his body and asked, "Can I enter now?"

"You can do whatever you want, but I can't guarantee whether the Lord will see you or not."

Xiao Pangdun took the initiative to push the door open, and the thousand-foot-long bronze door was easily moved away by the five-foot body. Qing Cang stepped inside, and everything in front of him was prosperous as before, but no one focused on her.

Just like five years ago, everyone keeps doing the same thing over and over again.

A fox appeared on Qingcang's shoulder, wrapped like a scarf, with a soft voice:

"These seem to be the ghost gods of the past. Judging from their auras, their lives are safe, but for some reason they look like puppets. I wonder what kind of evil spell the five-foot-tall man just cast."

"Where did the furry doll come from talking nonsense?"

The little fat man with three eyes caught up from behind. He followed Qingcang one step away and trotted along with his short legs.

"The living beings in Wuwang City are immortal and harmless. The creatures here are older than you. Some are even the same generation as Jianmu."

Fox Fairy knew that he could not fight against the opponent, so he shrank his head and asked in a soft tone: "It's the junior who made a mistake. How dare I ask the seniors what's going on with them?"

"So it's a long story."

The little fat man's mouth opened and closed like a machine gun. Starting from the creation of the underworld, he talked about it for a long time without touching the key points.

He hasn't had anyone to talk to for too long, and today he wants to pour out all the loneliness he's had for a hundred thousand years.

Qingcang stopped and said, "Tell me the important point."

"If you live too long, no one can escape the birth and death of all things. Even a transcendent person with infinite lifespan will be consumed by disasters in the long years, so-called."

The little fat man had just said some important points, and when he saw that he was going to start a long speech again, Qing Cang slightly tightened his fingers, and his voice became weaker for a moment.

He shrunk his neck and said: "Many of them are not transcendent. Their ability to live so long depends entirely on the fate of the Earth God. The youngest in the city has lived for two hundred thousand years, and his consciousness has long been lost in the long years.

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"After Fu Jun attained enlightenment and completed reincarnation, many people lost their consciousness. Until today, I am the only door god left."

Two hundred thousand years?

The Fox Fairy's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel longing.

We must know that those who live forever in heaven and earth will suffer a calamity every ten thousand years. Semi-immortals often cannot survive three times, and immortals cannot survive nine times.

Can you live for 200,000 years casually here?

"Yunshang, if you can put your two descendants here, all problems will be solved."

"People don't live for a long time, but it can indeed be used as a delaying tactic." Qing Cang nodded slightly, and then changed his voice and warned: "But you'd better not stay here for a long time, otherwise the road will be cut off and you will be imprisoned here for the rest of your life."

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The longing in the fox fairy's eyes faded,

"Little fox, you can have enough wandering between heaven and earth, and come back to Wuwang City to enjoy hundreds of thousands of years without illness or disaster."

The kindness on the face of the little fat man behind him disappeared, and was replaced by a green-faced fang, exactly the same as the beast's face at the city gate, and his egg-sized pupils were glowing red.

"How about I give up my throne to you, so that you can take a step further."

He is also mentally disturbed.

The fox fairy shut her mouth even more tightly, instinctively telling herself that this place was very evil.

Fortunately, the Taiyin Order was not in her hands at the beginning, otherwise she would have been in trouble this time if she had not been able to find it with the help of the Taiyin Order.

Wuwang City was very big, so Qing Cang used the method of shrinking the area to an inch. He walked more than ten miles in one step and walked for dozens of days before he saw a green-tiled tower.

The door is nine feet high, has three steps, a beast cauldron blocks the door, and is brightly lit.

Submit a letter, reincarnation.

Qingcang stepped onto the first step, his figure shrunk slightly by an inch, but the fox on his shoulders turned into a mouse.

She stopped moving her right leg and said, "Leave first."

The steps are the meaning, derived from Fujun Avenue, which can be divided into three levels of immortals.

"Be careful and remember not to act impulsively. My life and fortune will be sacrificed to you. Your disciple doesn't want you to mess around, so don't let your left hand fall to your right hand. He will come back after you die."

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The fox fairy had no ink mark, so she jumped off Qingcang's shoulder, and watched her climb the three steps together with Wuwang Door God.

Qingcang walked past the beast cauldron, and wisps of incense drifted towards the back of the door, leading her into the house.

The green smoke and incense are lingering, the eaves are flying, beast heads and ghosts are worried, the towers are high and meet the blue sky, and the murals in the corridors last for eternity.

The murals show a progression from desolation to prosperity. Innate gods and demons each show their holiness, and then fall to the earth and breed the acquired beings. The acquired beings are rooted in the earth and there are thousands of races, and there are buildings and trees standing on the earth. All the way to the end is a mirror.

Qingcang saw herself, which seemed to indicate that she would be the final winner, the destined great sage in the future, or that she was the flower in the mirror.

Raise your hand, make a fist, and punch out.

Bang!

The mirror shattered, and the corridor that recorded the years of heaven and earth for millions of years disappeared.

When her sight returned, she was already on the bronze earth that was beyond the reach of her spiritual thoughts. The earth was covered with patina and was boundless.

Under Qing Cang's feet was a rough paper-like gray color, with trillions of words neatly arranged, each line seeming to represent the birth and death, longevity, and fate of a living being.

"Li Yunshang, future saint, why are you here?"

A majestic voice came from heaven.

Qingcang raised his head and said, "I wish that my successor would live longer for a thousand years."

"The great road is always there, life and death are determined by fate."

Fujun's rejection was as expected. This was not the first time Qingcang had come into contact with a saint. If Lingzu was not a special case, then this Fujun should be just like the original Lingzu.

The saint covers the heaven and earth with the great road, and exists without action.

It was impossible for him to take back the longevity disaster, and it was even more impossible for him to extend Gu Wen's life, but he would not stop himself either.

She said: "If you don't change, Pindao will change it."

Lang Lang Xuanyin fell: "The weight of life and death, the authority of the saints, you will not be able to touch it again after ten thousand years."

"Seize the day, why waste thousands of years?"

Qingcang bit his fingertips, leaned over and wrote down the word Gu Wen on the book of life and death. Then a line of words appeared, and countless words composed Gu Wen's life, destiny, and the ever-elapsed lifespan.

She glanced at it, was slightly stunned, and then continued to write to change the life span without hesitation.

Gu Wen, all kinds of people turned into mortals, and he only lived a thousand years.

A thousand years of life, just a few strokes, seemed to take half of her life away.

When Qing Cang stood up again, her right arm was left with only an empty sleeve.

A finger fell from the sky and gently touched the line of blood words, and golden light flowed through the words.

"allow."

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After burning the incense, Qing Cang walked out of the mansion, and the Fox Fairy immediately greeted him, seeing his empty arms and some gray hair.

She didn't say much. With a wave of her hand, the fox fairy turned into a stream of light and escaped into the void. In an instant, she returned to her physical body in the cultivation world.

Click!

There was a crisp sound from his right arm, and Qingcang's arm cracked inch by inch, and his breath was quickly fading.

"Eat it."

The Fox Fairy came forward and offered a pill, but Qingcang waved his hand slightly to refuse.

"This is not an injury, but a price, the price of tampering with life and death."

She left a part of the Tao in the book of life and death as pen and ink to extend Gu Wen's life for thousands of years. This broken arm was the price, and it could not be cured by elixirs.

"Will it affect you?"

"If I can't die, I will extend my disciple's life for a thousand years. Correspondingly, the time for me to become a minor saint will have to be moved back. Of course, I may not wait until that time."

Qingcang's voice was a little weak, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Most of the depression in his chest was relieved.

That's right, at least he didn't die. The fox fairy felt so inexplicably happy that he had mixed feelings.
To be continued...