This is what cultivating immortals is like

What is the Ascension Channel?

Is there still such a thing in the world of immortality?

However, the fairy world is gone, where do you want to fly?

Lu Bei sneered at Meng Yuan's remarks. According to what he saw and speculated, the old man was fooled, and the passage given by King Yan was definitely not a serious way.

"Master, what is the ascension passage?"

Chang Qingyu asked in a low voice, tugging on Lu Bei's sleeve while casting curious eyes on Jiang Biehe, hoping that the senior would answer his questions.

"My monks have preserved the truth and eliminated the evil. The upper body is heavenly and the lower body is human. After experiencing the baptism of heavenly tribulation, the last will return first to obtain the immortality and Tao fruit..." Jiang Biehe spread out his folding fan, holding the word 'Benevolence and Righteousness' in his hand, and slowly walked towards Changchang. Qingyu explained.

Lu Bei listened silently and planned to ask Han Miaojun and Yan Xiaoshuang, both of whom were Mahayana monks, what they thought of ascending to the immortal world when they returned.

"The changes in the number of days are obscure and difficult to understand. We can only understand a drop in the ocean in our lifetime. It is extremely difficult to seek immortality and attainment in this humble way. Without recognition from the immortal world, we cannot wait for the passage of ascension, and immortality is far away. "

Jiang Biehe said frankly that he was ashamed. Like Meng Yuan, he was also a Mahayana monk with extremely poor understanding.

Chang Qingyu opened his mouth wide and said dumbfounded: "Senior, it is extremely difficult to ascend. Even a monk in the Mahayana stage cannot ask for it. Why has this junior never heard of anyone mentioning it before?"

"It's not a good thing to know too much. For example, now, if I tell you the truth, how much confidence do you still have in your own way?" Jiang Biehe asked.

"..."

Then you still say it!

Chang Qingyu was stunned and quickly reacted: "According to the senior's opinion, King Yan has a very good understanding and his qualifications are among the best among the Mahayana monks. He can open the passage to ascension and ride on the crane to live forever at any time?"

"This crane, isn't he talking about me?"

"Juniors don't dare."

"Hahaha, King Yan's qualifications and understanding are indeed rare in the world. He took at least 30% of the Jiang family's luck golden dragon. But if you say that he can open the passage to ascension, I don't believe it. Meng Yuan accepts his ignorance. Big mistake." Jiang Biehe said firmly.

"What if?"

Chang Qingyu asked, after all, Meng Yuan is a Mahayana monk, and King Yan can make him betray his friends for many years, so he must have produced evidence that convinced him.

In other words, the ascension channel is very likely to exist.

"If this is really the case, I will show off my old face and go to King Yan to seek immortality and not be embarrassed."

"..."

Chang Qingyu was speechless for a while. Compared with Jiang He and Jiang Biehe, who were unremarkable Jiang family monks, her master was too reliable.

As for the Quhe side, when Meng Yuan mentioned the ascension passage, he immediately dismissed it and scolded: "Old dog is confused. If King Yan can get immortality, he will get it himself. How can he give great benefits to you, an outsider?"

"King Yan's ambition is not to live forever."

"You're talking nonsense, I think you're crazy!" Qu He was so angry that he almost broke his teeth.

As the saying goes, good words cannot persuade a damned ghost.

This statement may be inappropriate for Mahayana monks, but the meaning is generally the same.

Their minds are firm, and they all have their own Tao that they firmly believe in since they have been practicing. They are commonly known as accepting death and stubbornness. Once they believe in something, no matter how nice others say it, they will not listen.

Qu He said nothing, clenched his hands into fists and said, "Follow me back, some old friends are willing to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"It's easy to go back, but I don't have the face to see them..."

Meng Yuan murmured to himself, and then shook his head: "That's all, I have a fight with you today, and we will decide the outcome, so that we can make up for the damaged Taoist hearts of you and me."

"Stubborn."

Qu He snorted coldly, stepped forward with a bow and fist, and hit Meng Yuan's face door directly. The latter pushed his hand open, and raised his other arm to blast towards Qu He's middle door.

At the same time, Qu He's fist mark hidden in his belly suddenly came out.

The two fists collided, and there were hundreds of exchanges of offense and defense in the blink of an eye.

Neither of them used any magical power. They had been close friends for many years and were familiar with each other's moves. There was no tension or excitement in this exchange, which made Chang Qingyu feel sleepy.

Jiang Biehe is not like that. The competition between two martial arts masters, even if they are practicing and playing around, is a rare opportunity for others to gain enlightenment.

The more he watched, the more excited he became, and he kept shaking the folding fan in his hand.

Lu Bei only saw a lot of gay feelings. Others fed him dog food, and the two bad old men fed him dog shit. It was really an eyesore, so why not turn one of them into a woman.

boom! !

The fists clashed, and the air waves rolled around Quhe's body, and his long sleeves and robes swelled into the wind.

Under Meng Yuan's silent gaze, the sleeves of the robe hissed to pieces, and the tattered cloth strips flew high in the strong wind.

"Old guy, do you have to go to this point?"

"Whoever abandons me shall not stay!"

"No, you abandoned me." Meng Yuan's expression was gloomy, and his entire face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He raised his arms and shattered a section of his sleeves.

Cut off the clothes and cut off the sleeves, and the friendship of many years is gone.

The two fought again, and this time, the attack was a killer move.

"Meng Yuan!!!"

Thunder-like vibrations reverberated in the sky, and the sound disrupted the air and caused ripples to shoot out in all directions.

The earth shook.

The sky and the earth suddenly sank, the gray sky curtain opened, the big hand covering the sky broke through the clouds, and crashed down on the Burial Nan Mountain.

The billowing air currents are surging, and the low thunder sounds alternately. It seems that there are thousands of warriors and horses in silence, and the killing trend is formed in an instant.

Swift! Violence! destroy!

Quhe's Dao Yun moves forward without hesitation, and there is no turning back when he draws his bow. The terrifying big handprint covers the mountains, and the broken gloomy sky rolls endlessly, as if the sky has collapsed under the pressure of a palm.

The mountains trembled crazily, the earth dragon was overwhelmed, whining and sinking, and the Taoist temple shattered, collapsing into a puff of dust under the pressure of Tao Yun.

boom! ! !

The sword light burst out, blooming in the sky in an instant, the bright light dispelled the darkness and gloom, splitting the big hand seal and cutting the dark sky into two.

The sword light came fiercely, the edge was restrained and did not miss an inch. It killed in front of Qu He, and suddenly spread out the sea of ​​arrogance, and the blade shot towards him like an endless wave.

The space was overwhelmed, and wailing sounds came one after another. Soon, the three people hiding in the void were swept into the sea of ​​swords, and the sword light seemed to be annihilating all living beings.

Jiang Biehe closed his folding fan and turned his hand into an afterimage to deflect the wisps of sword light, unintentionally joining the fight between Qu He and Meng Yuan.

Chang Qingyu stood obediently behind Lu Bei. There was a sword light and a white lotus blossomed, resisting the sword light and being unable to get close.

Lu Bei looked at the darkness in the void, and pointed out his sword. The sword lotus surrounding him stretched down. The huge lotus was in full bloom, and any sword light was magnificent.

At the end of the void, two figures walked out.

One person has a white face, black clothes, and gorgeous brocade clothes, and looks like a prisoner of heaven.

One person was wearing a colorful mask, tall and powerful, with cold and calm pale golden eyes.

"That person is Qin Tianjian's Great Stele Curse. His name is Qiu Yuan. He is King Yan's right-hand man. I am not his opponent."

Jiang Biehe pointed at the ambush soldier and said, "Although I don't know the other person, judging from his majestic weapons and extraordinary momentum, I guess his skills are not inferior to Qiu Yuan's, so I shouldn't be a match for him either."

What do you need?

Lu Bei complained in his heart, and noticed that the two people were looking at each other carefully, but no one looked back.

Their eyes met, and the terrifying conflict revealed boundless murderous intent, which made Chang Qingyu, who was hiding behind, tremble with fear, and felt an unspeakable palpitation in his heart.

There is a combined period mixed in between the six Mahayana periods, not to mention how panicky it is.

Jiang Biehe noticed Chang Qingyu's fear, and asked her to step back considerately. Lingdie waved the wind, shrank her body to a mustard seed, and sent her away in the blink of an eye...

Not sent away.

The name Jiang Biehe was too young. Lu Bei really couldn't trust him, so he grabbed Chang Qingyu's shoulders, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it with a gulp.

"Fellow Taoist, you are really good at hiding people and things. Let's talk about it some other time."

Jiang Biehe praised aloud. He pressed his hot face against his cold butt and was not angry. He pointed to the opposite side and said, "One for each person. Fellow Taoist invites you first."

Lu Bei looked at Qiu Yuan, then at the tombkeeper with unknown realm and mysterious identity. He took the iron sword in his hand and pointed the sword's edge at the tombkeeper from afar.

Qiu Yuan and Jiang Biehe are fellow villagers. The two despicable locals must have a lot of tears to pour out. As a foreigner, he should exchange opinions with foreigners both emotionally and rationally.

Moreover, this mysterious tombkeeper is full of energy and can act very well at first glance. It is very possible that he is a rookie in the period of transcending tribulation.

Squeeze the soft ones first to earn the experience you can earn.

"I am a Taoist fellow who has no discernment, but I didn't expect you to be so accurate in judging people and pick the strongest one for me."

Jiang Biehe nodded and his expression became solemn: "Fellow Taoist, fight quickly. Qu He has a strong body. Remember to save me first."

After saying that, he clapped his fingers towards Qiu Yuan, turned around, patted his butt, and plunged into the void.

The method of inciting hatred can be described as sober and refined in the Mahayana period, which made Lu Beishen feel like a confidant, thinking that he and Jiang Biehe would have many topics in common.

Thinking about it, I might as well forget it, it would be too unlucky to change the name.

Clang————

Their eyes met again, and the torrent of sword intent roared in all directions, colliding with the rock-solid will thousands of times in an instant.

The sound of explosions was endless.

The mysterious tombkeeper tore apart the void with his five fingers, opening up a battlefield.

Lu Bei leaned back, shattering the void with strange force, falling into darkness and walking toward the tombkeeper.

Taking one step forward, golden light spread across the sky.

The iron sword curled up with infinite edge, condensed into a thread of hair, cut through all things and was indestructible, and landed on the shoulders and arms of the tombkeeper with a swipe.

The big sword fell down diagonally, releasing the boundless black curtain with a bang.

A sword was slashed out, and the two of them passed each other.

Lu Bei slowly raised the iron sword, looking at the broken sword with only one section left, his heart suddenly thumped.

So tough. Although he didn't use Dao Yun, there was no doubt about the strength of the Immortal Sword Intent. He couldn't break through the opponent's defense...

What level of turtle shell is this? Where did the ten thousand year old bastard come from? Could he be Xuanwu?

"Sword cultivator, your sword is broken."

The void shook, and thunder exploded.

The tombkeeper turned around, his shoulders and arms were torn, his clothes were torn, weathered dust was flying, and his body was cut with swords and axes with clear lines, showing his masculine beauty.

The pale golden eyes were cold and calm, seeming to say that this sword was not even qualified for him to look at.

Where does this muscle guy dare to show off in front of this sect leader!

Lu Bei dropped the iron sword, raised his fists, and the sword pillars rose into the sky: "No problem, just hit with your fists."

"Oh, swordsmen use fists?"