"If you didn't have the old man grinding the mirror, where would you have got the imperial talisman of Immortal Hua in your hand?"
The old man Mo Jing murmured to himself, and no one else could hear him except himself.
As early as many years ago, he began to make arrangements and operated secretly as the old man Mo Jing.
For today's situation, he spent eight hundred years of effort to find an imperial talisman summoned by Immortal Hua and sent it to the hands of Yunyang Old Taoist.
At that time, the old Taoist Yunyang had just left the Yunzhong Taoist Palace, and his morale was declining. It was the lowest point in his life.
In the blink of an eye, time flies by and many years have passed.
"I'm afraid you yourself will know how you feel after becoming an immortal."
The old man Mo Jing, also known as Wang Fu, sighed, his identity was about to be exposed.
"It's Wang Fu, he's about to be born."
The ghost power is no weaker than that of Fu Ruyi and the other two, and he quickly figured out the driving force behind this incident.
In fact, the heavenly secret leaves traces on everything in the world, and it is possible to hide its tracks, but once it is activated, there is no possibility of hiding.
Wang Fu's actions today are tantamount to telling the world...I am back.
The ghosts and gods were feeling cold. Looking around, many big evil ghosts were very disappointed. They found nothing this time, and many high-level officials of the ghost department were injured. "The situation is not good, leave quickly."
Now is not the time to be disappointed. Big changes are coming. If you can't act accordingly, you will definitely become cannon fodder.
"Give me the order to kill all Yunyang disciples."
The master of the Dao Palace saw that all the years of planning turned into water at this moment, and his heart was bleeding.
After all, Old Taoist Yunyang took the lead. In anger, he issued this order.
Other highly talented and high-level officials did not respond and looked embarrassed. How could this be done?
Although the Supreme Being forgets his feelings, Zhengxian also has a face, okay? You slaughtering other people's sects are obviously venting your anger and slapping them in the face.
Old Taoist Yunyang has just become an immortal, and you sent him this great gift. Are you testing whether his temper is good enough?
"Palace Master, please consider this matter in the long run and don't be impulsive."
In a rage, Zhengxian could wipe out Yunzhong Dao Palace from the world.
"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten the death of Immortal Hua?"
The master of the Taoist palace failed to ascend to immortality, and brought up the past again, and the gold content of immortals is everywhere.
More people were silent. You must know that the person who murdered Hua Xianren was most likely the driving force behind today's incident!
A voice came from the air and said, "An old friend has been promoted to immortality. Why don't you come up and talk about it?"
Listening to the voice, it turned out to be the recently ascended God of Gushan Mountain, an old friend of Yunyang Taoist who fell in love with and killed each other.
Old Taoist Yunyang was now covered in golden light, which condensed into a fluttering robe with immortal energy. Hearing the words, he stood up and went straight up into the sky.
On this battlefield, there are many high-ranking masters and evil ghosts scattered in the sky and the earth, but Yunyang Old Taoist jumped up and ascended to a certain supreme level, no matter how they could not see the trace of his back.
"Congratulations, you have become a god?"
Yunyang Lao Taoist Shengxian comes after him, and he is also behind Gushan Mountain God according to the order. When they meet, they bow their hands and salute.
The mountain god of Gushan has a different aura now than before. The mountain god's offer sounds like a petty one, but now he is a serious ghost and god. "I wonder what your god's name is?"
Since you have become a ghost and god, you must have a god's name with the suffix "Tian", and you can no longer use miscellaneous names like "Gushan Mountain God".
"The drums are beaten, and the voice is heard in the nine heavens. My name is the voice-hearing heaven."
The mountain god of Gushan, the newly minted Shravaka, nodded to Old Taoist Yunyang, "Have you thought about your immortal name?"
"My move has offended Yunzhong Taoist Palace. The word Yunyang can no longer be used. It is better to go to Yunliu Yang."
Old Taoist Yunyang pondered for a moment, "Let's just call him Yang Immortal."
"It's great. A Hua Immortal has gone, and a Yang Immortal has come. It's very good."
The two of them fell into peace again for a moment. After all, happiness is short-lived, while depression is eternal.
Besides, the situation of one god and one immortal is really not good.
On the level of gods, they are newcomers and their origins are somewhat strange, so it is difficult to integrate into them.
Looking at the forces in the human world, they seize food from the tiger's mouth, offend many sects and ghost tribes, and do not want to please them.
Besides, becoming a god now and stepping on the limelight is not a good sign.
If you don't see it, Hua Xianren falls in front of you, which is a wake-up call.
"Becoming an immortal or becoming a god turns out to be a threshold, the beginning of facing endless disasters."
Sravaka Youran said, "It was precisely because I saw this that I chose to escape, but in the end I was pushed to this point."
He shook his head and sighed, "The power of creation is so miraculous."
The divine position that many evil ghosts covet is actually the confining barrier that they try their best to escape from.
Old Taoist Yunyang felt similarly. His obsession with becoming an immortal was once realized, but his heart felt empty.
These two friends are here in Versailles. If the master of Dao Palace, the master of Zhenxian Palace and others find out, they will gnash their teeth and curse the shameless old thief, "Where is Wang Fu?"
The sravaka formally asked the Yang Immortal.
Now he also knows that Wang Futuo's reward was the immortal position of Yang Immortal.
"I don't know, but it will be revealed soon."
This time they ascended to the gods, and the noise was too great. Wang Fu, the man behind the scenes, could no longer hide it, and his whereabouts would inevitably be exposed.
"But he is still in this world and has never left."
Now that they have become immortals and have mastered the power of oracles and edicts, they may have guessed the possibility of Wang Fu Jin Chan's escape from his shell.
"He calculated everything and must have found a blind spot and faked his death to escape."
"Over the years, he has been secretly planning it, and it is only today that he started to break out."
Old Taoist Yunyang sighed, "Such a character would only appear in the context of a great catastrophe where heaven and ghosts destroy the world."
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"So, is he the legendary Mirror Breaker?"
The legendary son of luck has appeared, a man and a woman, yin and yang complement each other, born with great luck, unparalleled in the world.
There are also born enlightened beings, and it is Wufa who has single-handedly built the Buddhist Sangha and is very powerful.
Only the man who broke the mirror has not been found. Although many versions have appeared one after another, they have all turned out to be fake.
"I don't know. His magic weapon, the moiré mirror, is missing now."
When Yang Xianren mentioned the moiré mirror, his heart suddenly moved, his ears buzzed, and intermittent sounds gathered from all directions.
The impeccable Tianer sent all the existing information in time, about the moiré mirror, into his heart.
"Well!"
Pain followed, Yang Xianren closed his eyes and became familiar with this new state.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "The cloud pattern mirror fell into the hands of the son of luck and was given to the old man who was grinding the mirror."
The Sound Hearing Heaven on the opposite side also used its impeccable ears to hear the trajectory and final whereabouts of the moiré mirror.
It turns out that after Wang Fu's 'fall', the moiré mirror was almost circulated, and was finally acquired by the son of luck and rewarded to his subordinates.
The old man who grinds mirrors has long been famous, and he is an antique that has existed for countless years before them.
Then, Immortal Yang confirmed, "This old man grinding the mirror is Wang Fu."