Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

But he just smiled freely.

"Well, you're right."

"But it seems too late to regret it now."

"You still have time."

The figure wearing a crown like an emperor said slowly, "As long as you say you regret it, there is still time for everything."

"That's too late."

The old swordsman thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Although I'm just a mortal, I don't know the mystical powers of the immortal master."

"But I understand a truth."

"That is, there is no medicine for regret in life."

"What's more, I actually don't regret it very much."

He said, and then slowly bent towards Lynch who was sitting cross-legged like a god in the cave.

"I'm just a mortal."

"A mortal who may actually be doomed to mediocrity."

"Even if you set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, in the end, there is no hope for the golden core."

"So my life should be as ordinary as many mediocre people."

"But no one is born wanting to live a mediocre life."

"The other kind of life you talk about may be very good."

"But I don't like it."

Having said that, he suddenly smiled.

"I know I might be doing something that looks stupid to others."

"Waste a lifetime sending a letter that no one else really cares about."

"Even God gave me a chance to do it all over again."

"I still foolishly made the same choice."

"But a man cannot stand without faith."

"I promised them I would deliver the letter."

"Then no matter how many times."

"I should choose to send this letter."

"Because I want you to save them."

"Like they wanted to save you."

As he spoke, he bowed to Lynch who looked like a clay statue in the cave.

Lynch was silent.

Only a soft sigh sounded.

"Three cups of promise, the five mountains are lighter."

"Let's die as a hero, and be ashamed to be a hero in the world."

After a faint sigh, Lynch, who was like a god in the cave, disappeared.

The old swordsman was stunned, only to see the figure wearing a crown like an emperor smiling and bowing his head.

Then there was a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu resounding through the sky.

"You have neither regrets."

"Then you can be my Lord Xinling."

"Change him."

……

"What for him?!"

Wang Ling suddenly woke up from his dream.

He had a strange dream.

In the dream, I repeated my stupid 20-year journey of sending letters through the starry sky.

At the end of the dream, I met a strange person again and said some strange words.

But he couldn't remember, nor could he remember what the man looked like.

He just remembered that he seemed to agree to it in the end.

But then?

Wang Ling patted his head, unable to remember.

but.

"Letter. A letter from the six elders."

He reached into his arms, but didn't touch the letter he had treasured for 20 years.

Suddenly paled in shock, he got up quickly.

However, he found that his already aging body was full of vitality again.

In a moment of astonishment, he saw that his withered palm, which could no longer hold the sword, became shiny and strong again.

A daze flashed in his eyes.

I was born again 20 years ago?

But I have never been to this place?

When I was doubting my life, someone opened the door and came in.

It was the kind fairy teacher who brought him to Lynch before.

"Wang Ling, you're awake."

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

Ye Qianli asked with a smile, Wang Ling subconsciously nodded and shook his head.

"alright."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me in time."

"Your physical deficit is too serious."

"If you don't make up for it, it will be very difficult to go back and practice."

Speaking of this, Ye Qianli said hastily when he saw Wang Ling's bewildered expression.

"Look at my memory."

"I forgot to congratulate you."

"Brother, I pity you for spending half your life delivering letters."

"So I promise you to be a registered disciple, and you can stay with the senior brother to practice in the future."

Wang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect Lin Qi to accept him as a registered disciple and give him a chance to cultivate immortality.

But compared to this.

Wang Ling even wanted to know whether Lin Qi cared about the six elders.

Ye Qianli saw through Wang Ling's thoughts at a glance, and smiled.

"rest assured."

"Even a mortal like you knows that fellow Daoists are in trouble, so you can't ignore it."

"Senior brother, how could he really just sit back and watch?"

"Brother is on his way now."

Chapter 224 Horn Dragon Abyss, Dragon Soul Tree

Kowloon world.

After the Xianzhou galaxy was destroyed, it was one of the practice circles that took over some monks from the Xianzhou star.

Because it is said that in ancient times, Kowloon was entrenched and did a lot of evil, and was finally killed by Tianxian Town.

Nine lands of falling dragons were left behind.

Hence the name.

At this moment, it was dusk, and it was the time when the setting sun was like blood.

In the Qiulong Mountain named after Qiulong, one of the ancient Nine Dragons that was said to have been beheaded.

Several figures stood in the setting sun.

One of the figures took off the sword case on his back and stretched out his hand to pat it.

In the sword box, a flying sword engraved with a chilong totem on the hilt soars into the air, stirring the sword light like breathing.

Just between breathing in and out, it seemed to resonate with something in the mountain.

After a while, there was a roar.

The sword light flew like a dragon, and instantly headed for a certain place in the mountain.

Everyone looked at the Chilong Feijian flying away, not surprised but happy, and smiled at each other.

"Walk."

"The Chilong Sword has found Qiulong Yuan."

"Everyone follow quickly."

Before the words were finished, several figures joined hands to chase the flying Chilong Feijian.

Traveling all the way, it didn't take long before they came to an abyss shrouded in miasma.

Chilong Feijian didn't stop, flying directly into the miasma.

But when everyone looked at the endless miasma in front of them, they all stopped in their tracks.

"Dragon's breath is hidden in the miasma."

"Do not enter rashly."

"Fellow daoists, can you solve this miasma?"

The owner of Chilong Feijian looked around and asked in a deep voice.

"Brother."

"It's just miasma, leave it to me."

The person who spoke was a woman as beautiful as peaches and plums.

She opened her red lips lightly, and when she stuck out the tip of her tongue, a small red flying sword roared out.

In the cold air, it grows when the wind blows, stirring the sound of dragon chant.

But after a while, it turned into a red dragon flying sword burning with raging flames, with fire dragons hovering indistinctly.

As soon as the Chilong Feijian came out, the woman chuckled and waved her hand.

The sword energy was like fire, and the dragon roared, instantly cutting down on the miasma.

It was like fire and water colliding.

Dense black smoke billowed up.

You can also vaguely see dragon-shaped creatures the size of rice grains that are twisted like tree roots, but with two wings on their backs, roaring and roaring in the black smoke.