"You are not an immortal!" After Da Wuhui met Concubine Meng, he was sure.
"I'm not." The old man's expression seemed a little bitter.
"Tell me, why did you call me alone?" Da Wuhui looked at him and asked.
"You killed Xue Chi Cangming, which saved my life." The old man seemed to have gratitude in his tone.
"It should be damned, it has nothing to do with saving you. Do you think, why did you leave a message when the explosion, and insist that I return to this place alone?" Da Wuhui was not excited by the old man's gratitude tone.
In this strange realm of monsters, in this place where he could use his clone to explode himself and kill one of the four major guards of Cangming, he felt that his emotions should be restrained.
It should be colder!
Otherwise, he would not know how he would die?
The old man did not directly answer Da Wuhui's words, but seemed to say to himself: "Although you saved my life, you only saved half of my life. Are you willing to save the remaining half of my life?"
Da Wuhui looked at him and said nothing.
"Now I don't know what I am, I can only rely on this sweat and blood extreme spirit bead." The old man looked at Da Wuhui with a more bitter light and said, "I really want to know what I am, I am.
?I really need my partner's self?"
Da Wuhui pondered for a moment and said, "What are your conditions?"
When the old man heard Da Wuhui ask, he was delighted and said, "The day when I knew what I was, the master of these seven sweat-blooded spirit beads was you."
Da Wuhui stared at him tightly, and said with a giggle: "I seem to be able to grab it."
The old man was stunned and stared at Da Wuhui in a daze. He didn't expect Da Wuhui to have such thoughts.
Finally, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "Do you really have this idea?"
Da Wuhui nodded with a serious expression.
The old man smiled bitterly.
No matter how Da Wuhui laughed, Da Wuhui knew that if he could get these seven huge sweat-blooded spirit beads, it would definitely be an additional guarantee for the eighteen-day catastrophe in the semen realm.
The old man looked at Da Wuhui's firm eyes, not like a joke. He asked again: "Are you sure you have this idea?"
Da Wuhui nodded seriously again and said, "Old man, I don't care whether you give it to it or not, I'll take it away first!"
Da Wuhui was too lazy to talk nonsense, and the September sword appeared in his hand, and rays of light immediately appeared on the sword.
The old man looked at Da Wuhui and once again confirmed that Da Wuhui was not a joke, he actually disappeared.
Da Wuhui looked at the old man who slowly faded away and disappeared without any surprise. He held the September sword in his hand tighter!
"You really want it? But, I, old man, are not incompetent." The old man's voice came from the starry sky, "You can think of how to use your clone and blood pool Cangming to die together, but you can think of how to do it.
Will you crack the next game?"
Da Wuhui smiled and looked at the starry sky and said, "You are indeed not a simple old man."
"I am a simple old man, but not an old man without any use. Although you killed the blood pool Cangming, you released not only me, but also the spirit Cangming!"
"Milling Ling Cangming?" Da Wuhui frowned slightly, remembering what Xue Chi Cangming said when he was dying.
"Miao Ling... won't let you go..."
Mie Ling? It turned out to Mie Ling Cangming! But, what is Mie Ling Cangming? Da Wuhui is confused.
"Why don't Xue Chi Cangming attack you directly? Do you think you are handsome?" The old man's voice recalled again.
After hearing this, Da Wuhui helped his hairstyle and asked, "Aren't I handsome?"
"Cough...cough...cough..." The old man immediately coughed dryly after being choked. He said with a slight angriness in his voice, "Don't you understand? I'm secretly helping you!"
Da Wuhui smiled and said in anger, "What proof do you use?"
"Proof?" The old man was really angry, and he said angrily, "Old man will bring Mi Ling Cangming over to you as a proof now!"
After saying that, his voice completely disappeared.
The starry sky returned to peace, but a strange aura began to permeate.
Not only did Da Wuhui not feel the danger, but instead felt a strange feeling coming to his heart. This feeling was very wonderful. Da Wuhui felt as if he had seen a door.
Da Wuhui took a deep breath, looked at the starry sky, and looked at the Big Dipper. He actually sat cross-legged and placed the September sword on his knees and meditated.
It seemed that the old man's sigh came from the starry sky. But Da Wuhui no longer paid attention, and his thoughts were guided into the strange door.
This door seemed to reveal the vast fairy spirit, and this door made Da Wuhui have to approach it.
Because if he touches this gate, he will touch the gate of the Immortal Realm, which is one step away from the Immortal Realm.
Why did Da Wuhui sit cross-legged at such a crisis? It was because he didn't want to give up this opportunity to become an immortal. He needed stronger strength to clear away all the fog.
So, facing the coming danger, Da Wuhui chose to contact a door in the immortal realm.
He is not alone, he still has a sword. And inside the sword, there is also a sword spirit Qiqi!
Da Wuhui looked at the vague and distant door, the door that he wanted to touch but could not reach.
He wanted to walk over, but could not, because there were many strange emotions on this door. These complex emotions were entangled on it, like barriers blocking Da Wuhui's thoughts, preventing him from moving forward.
He had never felt the breath revealed by this door.
He had never had such a strong sense of upgrading from the early stage of the first level of the Heavenly Man to the current peak of the ninth level of the Real Person. He had never had such a strong sense of upgrading. He did not have such a substantial sense of upgrading.
He has never become an immortal, he is not Meng Fei.
So he doesn't understand many things, he doesn't know how to face this door, nor how to open it. He doesn't know how to enter the realm of immortals and turn spiritual power into immortal power to use it.
Da Wuhui looked at the countless complex feelings entangled in this door, something that was originally nothing but wanted to be substantive. He didn't know how to start, nor did he know what to do after starting.
Now he can only look at this door.
This is his Taoist thought, looking at this door, and his Taoist thought took a step forward. This door seemed to be still, but the distance was still so far from Da Wuhui's Taoist thought.
No matter how many steps you take in the Taoist thought of Wuxuan, this door will always be so far away from him.
It seems that he doesn’t want Da Wuhui to open it, but it also seems that he is implying that Da Wuhui is something, and what do he want Da Wuhui to understand?
This gate is a barrier to the realm of immortals and a law between heaven and earth.
It is naturally not that easy for a mortal to become an immortal.