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Looking down into the ground, An Qisheng's heart sank.

After several months of combing, especially when he personally felt the inspiration, he gained a lot.

The aura of the Emperor Heaven Realm is different from the aura of the Wanyang Realm. It appears to be Qi, but it is actually a god.

Spiritual energy accumulates spirit and Taoism.

What is contained in a ray of spiritual energy is not only the God and Tao at the source of the spiritual energy, but also all the gods and Taos that have practiced this spiritual energy through the ages.

The reason why only a ray of spiritual energy can infect the will of the human world is not how strong the spiritual energy of the emperor is or how high the world level is.

It is the God and Dao contained in that ray of spiritual energy that far surpasses the human Dao.

Therefore, under the ingenuity, the original practice of the Tao of the human world, the original Tao, has been covered and replaced.

Being assimilated and fused.

Therefore, the fundamental reason for all the power of preaching in this world is not compassion, but practice.

Gather the crowd to practice!

After understanding this, all the teachings and Taoism in this realm will become clear.

An Qisheng thought about it in his heart, but did not speak bluntly to Sanxin Lan Lingtong.

With a thought, he has already submerged in the crust.

Phoo~

Under the gloomy crust, there seemed to be a breeze that lifted up dust, floating in a shocking huge abyss.

The abyss is thousands of miles deep, endless, but the pagoda that should have existed here has disappeared without a trace.

Also disappearing was the arm of the big demon suppressed under the pagoda.

Not even a trace of breath remained.

"Ok?"

The inspiration gathered and transformed into a figure, only glanced at the underground palace, An Qisheng's brows suddenly wrinkled: "It disappeared so clean..."

Although he had expected it, An Qisheng still frowned when he saw this scene.

The ground was empty, he had expected it, but he hadn't expected it to disappear so cleanly, it seemed that he didn't even leave a trace of breath.

Phoo~

As his mind turned, An Qi sank into the abyss as a stream of light, and in a blink of an eye, he fell into the abyss.

No accident, empty, nothing.

"Are there no traces left?" The three-hearted blue spirit boy, who was still thinking about An Qisheng's previous words, was also surprised at this time.

The stupa was inserted horizontally into the ground, hundreds of thousands of miles deep, even if it disappeared, it shouldn't be silent.

"The stupa is already killing the monster's demon energy. After tens of thousands of years, maybe this is about to be accomplished..."

Looking around the empty ground, An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, but he thought about it: "It's just that suddenly disappeared, but it shouldn't be..."

The stupa seemed to be left by the great magical powers, and its master was very likely not dead. Therefore, An Qisheng did not touch the stupa to spy on the trace of the big demon.

But he knew very well that he hadn't been refined for tens of thousands of years, and he would never be so coincidental. He just left during this time.

"I knew it, I got down earlier."

It is a pity that the three-hearted blue spirit boy, an old demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years, is of great value to it.

"It's useless to come early."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

In the past few months, although he was sorting out his practice system and deducing changes in his supernatural powers, he was not so busy that he didn't even have time to explore underground.

So I didn't come, naturally because I couldn't come.

"Sure enough, there is something left."

After taking a small look, An Qisheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and the palm of his mind suddenly plunged into the void.

After retracting and opening, there was a squiggly black hair on it.

"Huh? Is this left by the big demon?"

When the three-hearted Lan Lingtong moved in his heart, he heard the sound of ‘Bang’.

The curvy hair was taut like a bowstring, and then stood up from An Qisheng's palm, with a shining light on it.

Then, someone said:

"You are not an ordinary monk if you can find what this seat left behind."

Looking at the hair, An Qisheng didn't seem to be too surprised: "It seems that you have something to tell me."

The hair stood still, as if looking at An Qisheng. After a long time, he said, "You are very interesting, and it is much calmer than I thought."

The hair walked back and forth in the void like a person, and then'looked' at Xiang An Qisheng: "The Tao is sentimental but ruthless, you look like a human and inhuman, but you are very much like the true Taoists I have seen back then... ."

"What do you want to say?"

An Qisheng is noncommittal, he is not interested in other people's evaluation of him.

"You have a big secret in your body, but I don't bother to investigate so much. I leave behind to make a deal with you."

The hair sighed like a human:

"My name is Yuanmou, and my enlightenment is still before that Peacock and Kong Lao Er. Unfortunately, judging from your attitude, you can't recognize this seat.

It is worthy of a saint's method. How I wait for the ants to struggle, it seems to be meaningless except to express my own ridiculousness..."

Yuanmou sighed in his heart.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he also went rampant in the world, arrogantly smiling world is king, conceited that the world is unparalleled.

unfortunately......

"Your name seems to be heard. However, I am more concerned about your transaction."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed before he replied, "I rarely do business with people."

Yuanmou, Zeng San had a record of this demon in that ancient scroll.

However, there is only one sentence, "There is a demon going to the north, and the name moves for a while, and then it is the Great Sun Dragon God who divides the corpses, and the shadow is hard to find.

However, a person or a demon who can leave a sentence in the annals of Confucianism will naturally not be a waiting person.

"Although I don't know who you are, since you are looking for the secrets that were covered up in the past, some things will come across sooner or later...The transaction is done or not done, it's up to you."

The fur tone was faint, as if he was not used to talking to people like this, his voice became cold and hard:

"In that battle, many evil gods fell. If you want to come, it's time to return..."

Yuanmou's voice contained deep hatred.

An Qisheng was not surprised, just nodded and motioned for him to continue.

On Zeng San’s ancient scroll, there is a long text introducing the crimes and evil karma of the gods, which may contain the subjective conjectures of the editors, but also the people at the time and the deep hatred of the gods and demons. .

On the contrary, today there are many worshippers who worship the gods in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Just as when it was clear that the human race and the monster race were fighting the gods and demons, now the former two have become enemies of life and death, and they hate each other deeply.

"You seem to have some ways and deeds. Even if this seat teaches you the'Seven Killing Curse of Gods and Ghosts,' you may not be able to learn it. However, if you do this for me, this seat will tell you the mystery of immortality!"

At this point, it seems that An Qisheng is still unmoved, and his speech has changed again, with temptation:

"Longevity, immortality! This is the ultimate mystery of cultivation, don't you want to know? This..."

"Longevity? It's just a **** who lives for breath, but a **** who doesn't die."

An Qisheng interrupted him and said lightly:

"Nonsense, no need to say too much."

Those who eat breath live their lives as gods, and those who don't eat live without death.

In a word, it almost broke the true meaning of Emperor Tianjie's cultivation. This is also the biggest gain for An Qisheng to come to this world.

The wise man penetrates all things, understands everything, is the foundation of heaven and earth, and the source of all things.

It is the vine of longevity and the seed of immortality.

The supernatural ‘Nine Turns of the Golden Core’ and even the three sacrifices of ‘Heaven, Earth, and Man’ in the mortal realm of ‘nourishing qi, receiving urn, natal, warming, and entering Tao’.

In essence, they are all ‘getting inspiration for longevity’.

And further, the fourth step of cultivation above the primordial spirit is ‘undying with the spirit accumulation’!

"Huh?! How do you know?!"

The voice shook, and the hair suddenly became stiff. It seemed that he didn't expect to get such a response. Suddenly a deep suspicion was brought into the astonishment:

"Which old monster's descendant are you? Or, which old thing was reborn after taking the house?"

Yuanmou's heart was shaken, and this had to make him doubt.

Since ancient times, there are many immortal people, and there are very few undead. They are as strong as the gods and demons. There may be many people who can penetrate the secrets of immortality, but few know the secrets of immortality.

It was also in the tens of thousands of years of this seal that he gradually understood the words of the "first saint" back then.

Who is this person?

Could it be that some old monster has lived to this day?

Otherwise, how can one know the preaching words of the ‘first saint’? !

"If you don't say it, I will leave."

An Qisheng glanced at the messy hair in the wind, and spoke lightly.

He talks with people and never likes to follow other people's ideas, let alone being taken the initiative by others.

"...Never mind! Although I don't know who you are, as long as you are not a god~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sooner or later, you will face them."

It seemed to be startled and groaned. After a long time, Yuanmou's slightly solemn voice sounded again: "Since you know the mystery of longevity and immortality, you should naturally know that some things will eventually return..."

An Qisheng nodded and said nothing.

Cultivation means immortality.

The deeper the cultivation and the higher the cultivation level, the less likely it is to die. In other words, their death is different from the death that ordinary people recognize.

This is the case in the Jiufu world, the human world, the Wanyang world, and the emperor heaven world, of course.

The Emperor Heaven Realm, which has an endless and long history, has already walked deep and deep on the road of ‘immortality’.

It may not even be impossible to touch the "immortality" in the memory of the three-hearted blue spirit boy.

In Yuanmou's faint words, An Qisheng faintly smelled the wind and rain.

The battle that year, perhaps, has not really ended yet.

"I may not be able to get rid of'Utumputuo'...I'm not as powerful as humans, how can it be? How can it be?"

At the end of the conversation, Yuanmou sighed deeply. He was unwilling and tired. He never stopped fighting for tens of thousands of years of suppression.

"But I'm not reconciled! The battle back then shouldn't have been so!"

Suddenly, Yuanmou's voice became high-pitched, and the void was burning fiercely like a real flame, and the earth's crust heated up.

As the voice echoed, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared on the hair, which contained madness and violence.

At the same time as the sound was heard, the earth's crust was roaring, large tracts of soil and rocks fell, and the huge underground space began to collapse and shatter.

"For me, catch that traitor for me! I want him to be forever, never to be overborn!"