When spring comes, cicadas chirp and Ganoderma lucidum grows on the ground.

The Taoist sits cross-legged among them, surrounded by thousands of elixirs, and his every breath resonates with the world.

Suddenly, the white jade bracelet on his hand shone with light, and the shining white light fell to the ground and took root. An ancient tree grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it was already more than ten meters tall.

The roots turn into feet, the branches turn into arms, the green leaves turn into hair, and the trunk becomes a body.

A graceful woman landed on the ground, her white soles stained with mud. She looked at the man in green in front of her.

The Taoist robe, woven from a certain kind of spiritual silk and a magical method, has become mortal after eight hundred years of transformation. The color is dull, the fabric is rough and fluffy, and the exposed skin of the person wearing it is as white as jade.

He has not died and cannot die again.

The woman looked at him quietly and waited for a long time without any intention of taking action.

As the sun rose, set, and rose again, Gu Wen just slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman who used to have the pseudonym 'Qing Rui'.

The two looked at each other, only calm.

Qing Rui said: "You have changed a lot in just eight hundred years."

Became calmer and no longer youthful.

Gu Wen calmly replied: "In terms of human standards, eight hundred years is enough for three dynasties to change, and dozens of generations to die of old age. I agree with the master's saying that people should not use length as all standards."

"These eight hundred years."

He paused for a few breaths, then slowly exhaled, his energy pressing down on the Jianmu clone in front of him like a sacred mountain.

"Very long."

Qingrui's eyes swayed slightly, she held her forehead as if she had a headache, and said:

"You still have millions of years ahead of you, and these eight hundred years of silence are relatively short."

"The little saint can only live for a million years?"

Gu Wen noticed the key message in it. He no longer felt that his life was over, but death still existed.

Jianmu replied: "All things come and go, and disasters are endless. Even heaven and earth themselves will perish. But the lifespan of heaven and earth is calculated by Yuanhui. One yuan is 129,600 years. It may take until the death of heaven and earth.

There are still nine thousand Yuanhui to spend."

"The Immortal has a calamity of one hundred thousand years, maybe twenty or thirty, but he can't escape the number of one hundred thousand. The same is true for the Little Sage's calamity of one million years. In the past, the Heavenly Emperor's Mansion all had nine million years, if not

Holy shit, they are dead today."

Gu Wen asked: "Where is the saint?"

"The saint lives as long as heaven and earth, and heaven and earth still have nine thousand yuan."

"In the final analysis, I still haven't completely transcended."

Gu Wen chuckled, but felt it was reasonable.

Detachment is relative, and those who have not become immortals are struggling in the mortal world. Monks often live for thousands of years, but they spend most of their time practicing in seclusion. Ninety-nine percent of their lives are spent practicing Qi.

Just like ordinary people work all their lives, how many days are there for leisure?

Immortals are different. In theory, they have infinite lifespan. They don't need to work, they don't need to work hard to achieve breakthroughs, and they can enjoy hundreds of thousands of years in comfort.

But if you want to become a saint, the immortal also needs to work continuously.

This gesture fell into Qing Rui's eyes, and she said: "You are still as arrogant as before, and now you don't even look down on saints."

"I'm just on a farther path than you are."

Gu Wen shook his head, and Qing Rui became even more confused.

As a minor saint, how can he go further than a saint?

Gu Wen stopped continuing the topic and asked, "Are you here to seek death?"

"Finish cause and effect."

"Can you kill me?"

Gu Wen asked back, now he can see clearly the depth of Jianmu, which means that the opponent is at least evenly matched with him.

So far, he has never encountered someone who can defeat him at the same level.

"If you come to Jianmu in person now, I might be able to kill you, but this is obviously impossible." Qing Rui shook her head and said frankly: "I am here to cooperate. I am willing to use my body to join your path and become a saint in one step.

Worry-free forever.”

Gu Wen was a little surprised. He was already prepared for a fight and never thought that Jianmu would retreat before the fight.

Hehewu Daodao, this is no different from becoming a slave, or this is a trap.

Qingrui saw his concerns and continued: "You and I are holy together. No more blood will be shed. If we fight, one will lose and the other will be injured. Not to mention that your master is already half disabled."

As soon as these words came out, the world became dark.

Gu Wen's calm face became colder and he said, "Are you stupid or ignorant?"

Qing Rui doesn't care.

"In order to save you, she went deep into the underworld to meet the Lord, and then her vitality was seriously injured. Four hundred years ago, I raised an army to invade the human race, and she dragged her remaining body to protect the eight thousand miles of territory against the eight demon ancestors. If it hadn't been for a few

Insect interference, maybe she is dead."

The sky is getting darker and darker, her charming face has lost its color, and this clone is like falling into an ice cave.

If you are an ordinary creature, you should know that peace talks are not like this. But Jianmu is the spiritual root of heaven and earth. He is neither human nor animal. He is born sacred. He views everything rationally.

Rather than praying, cooperation is based on intimidation.

"And the woman you care about is also dead now."

Gu Wen's eyes showed murderous intent, and the sky was already blood red.

Immortals move the mountains and rivers with their human power, and small holy thoughts move the heaven and earth.

He became calmer and colder, saying: "You are seeking death."

"No, what I mean is that as long as you cooperate with me, all this can be solved in an instant. And I am rooted in the world of spiritual practice. Destroying a tree is equivalent to destroying the world."

Qingrui stretched out her hand, and the next moment a hand came out and grabbed her white neck. Gu Wen lifted her a foot off the ground.

"Then I will open another realm."

After saying this, she closed her five fingers, and the graceful woman turned into a spiritual elixir and put it into her palm.

After swallowing the spiritual elixir into his belly, he looked inside the sea of ​​qi. There was no more golden elixir and soul, only a crystal-clear, slap-like figure with no facial features.

The green energy of the building wood flows into the villain, and a tiny hair grows out.

The appearance of the Little Saint is different from others. Gu Wen is not based on anything in heaven and earth, and what he understands is not the law of heaven and earth.

There is no past, present or future, only one's own mind.

What he is taking is not the path of becoming a saint, but of transcendence in the true sense. He wants to escape outside the Three Realms and not be among the Five Elements. Before that, he needs to study, study, and absorb the laws of the Three Realms.

Perhaps at the end, his road can become a new world.

"It's time for me to go out."

Gu Wen raised his head and looked to the sky. Above the nine heavens was the Hong Bridge, and at the end of the Hong Bridge were two bounded cities. That was the world he longed for but could not reach.

He took one step and soared into the sky, and then countless white jade chains stretched out from the void. The clear sky was like shackles, and the earth was like a cage.

Just to imprison one person, eight feet tall.

Taking the second step, the shackles broke.

Gu Wen stepped onto the Hong Bridge. His gaze seemed to be cast from eight hundred years ago, and he saw countless familiar figures, and countless geniuses stood on the Hong Bridge, looking down at him.

Now he finally set foot on Hongqiao, but they had already walked for eight hundred years.

The third step is to reach the end of Hongqiao, where a thousand-foot bronze gate stands like the gate to heaven.

Gu Wen touched the door and said with a sad smile: "I have walked these three steps for eight hundred years."

——

City of Two Boundaries.

After eight hundred years of silence, the three lists turned into wordless stone tablets suddenly lit up.

Then after three breaths, rays of divine light moved across thousands of miles from all over the world, and powerful forces from all sides ran wildly with their descendants.

The Hongqiao gate leading to the Immortal Land is a thousand feet high and a hundred feet wide. The gray stone passage stretches for hundreds of miles and is surrounded by wisps of white smoke.

It is said that there is a mythical beast sitting there, making it difficult for outsiders to enter, and sharp scratching sounds can be heard day and night.

Squeak!

The sharp scratching sound came again, and the white mist blocked it until everyone stopped.

There were thirty people in the crowd, among whom there were three categories of people: the contemporary geniuses who were powerful and energetic, the slightly less talented guardians, and the old guardians of the sect.

"Master, Master, I haven't put on my clothes yet!"

"What are you wearing? Has the Immortal Land opened early? You can get a head start if you go in now, and the competition is much smaller."
To be continued...