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Zhuang Miao was born in the dimple sect since he was a child, and he has heard thousands of legends about Lan Xi's stele.

In these thousands of years of legends, all of them are thought-provoking, but sad.

There are thousands of immortals and thousands of things, and one person has lived a lifetime.

This is the "Lanxi Monument" that Zhuang Mengzhou realized. He devoted himself to cultivating the "Dao of Alchemy" without entering the world, and people did not enter the world.

When Zhuang Miao was young, he practiced alchemy with Zhuang Mengzhou. Even today, he has seen many people.

There are tens of thousands of people who have seen the Lanxi Stele.

There used to be a monument, a character.Those who once had the word Guanbei can be regarded as two or three out of ten.

One look at the three characters, so far thousands of years ago, there are only fifty, and they are also very rare.

And there were only three people who saw the four characters, and he remembered them all in his heart, and he suddenly understood.

Back then, when he was six years old, he looked at the stele of Lanxi, and saw the word "Shengmai" appearing on the surface of the stele.

Later, I suddenly realized the "Shengmai Qi Jue", which can be regarded as creating a method of cultivating Qi.

Qi enters the virtual door, and the pulse returns to people.

That is, he had a glimpse of Lan Xi's stele, although he realized the "Shengmai Qi Jue", it will be used for life.

Now, however, he heard Xiao Wendao's humble words, sixteen words.

How to settle down.

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"Nine statues are ever-changing, and nothing is born with each other. My heart is ignorant, and I asked Tiancheng." Zhuang Miao said to himself, and turned his face away when he looked at Xiao Wendao.

"Speak up if you have something to say, if you do this again... I will beat you up."

"Uh···."

Zhuang Miao knew in his heart that he was startled by his words, but his heart tightened for no reason, who on earth was he....

In the Immortal Realm of Longevity, those who cultivate immortality are like crucian carp crossing the river, while those who cultivate to the level of earth immortal are like fine sand in the sea.

With Zhuang Miao's cultivation level, looking at Xiao Wendao's Taoist level, one knows that he is only in the middle of the earth fairy.If it was in the past, it would not be able to enter his eyes.

Earth Immortal?

Just ants!

With his current low-rank Xingjun's cultivation base, even three or five earth immortals are definitely not his opponents.

But now, when he looked at Xiao Wenwen, he felt palpitations in his heart, as if he was afraid of gods and demons.

"Based on what you understand, it seems that this world was born because of you, but you can't realize all kinds of mysteries." Zhuang Miao shouted, and continued: "So, I can't help but look at the heavenly pavilion of the face of the immortal friend, and even more Can't understand the mystery of these sixteen characters."

"Oh." Xiao asked indifferently, and said in a low voice, "What is the mystery of these sixteen characters?"

Zhuang Miao lifted her eyes lightly, then cupped her hands and said, "I don't know, my dear friend, how can I explain it?"

At this time, Zhuang Miao's Taoist heart was like ten thousand ants gnawing on him, his heart itched to the extreme, as if possessed by a demon, he stared at Xiao Wendao in a daze.

"Nine lords are in my way, and they can change with a thousand chances. I understand the profound way, and I have no form and no self, and I have only one heart." Xiao asked in a low voice, and continued: "My heart is not perceptive, so there are thousands of things. Linglong said."

Zhuang Miao listened intently, feeling uneasy, and wanted to hear his explanation of "asking Tiancheng".

"Is this the last four words?"

I saw Xiao asked lightly and said: "With me, there is heaven, without me, there is no sky. The sky is also an empty boat, ride because of me, and live because of me."

Zhuang Miao stood on one side blankly, muttering in his mouth: "Heaven... is also an empty boat, because of me, it rides and lives because of me."

"Tao...is also entering a dream, entering because of me, leaving because of me."

In an instant, Zhuang Miao rushed to Zhuang Mengzhou's wooden hut, like an idiot who just woke up from a dream, flying madly.

"Master...Master...Father."

Zhuang Miao let out her shawl, knelt on the ground, and grinned at the corner of her mouth: "Master... I have enlightened."

Zhuang Mengzhou raised his brows lightly, glanced at Zhuang Miao on the ground, then at Xiao Wenwen, and said in a low voice, "Tongwu?

I saw that Zhuang Mengzhou stretched out the fingertip of his right index finger and touched the center of Zhuang Miao's eyebrows, but saw a ray of light flashing in Zhuang Miao's eyes.

Xiao Wenwen watched Zhuang Mengzhou's methods from the side, but saw a pure white butterfly appearing in Zhuang Miao's eyes, lingering in Zhuang Miao's pupils.

Butterflies are like stars, one fold and one turn.

In an instant, Zhuang Miao's eyes showed a dark figure from his back.

The figure in the eyes, looming, seemed to be a woman, full of ruthlessness, holding a sword.

Suddenly, that sword light, which was as small as a needle hair, glowed with black light, but he saw "Tun Chan" engraved on the hilt of his sword.

Turning over the sword light, he saw Zhuang Mengzhou's blood flushed and his eyes were red.

Suddenly, he saw Zhuang Mengzhou's head hanging with a touch of death, enveloping the two of them in darkness.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the two of them, his heart was inexplicably chilled, he didn't know whether it was Zhuang Mengzhou's celestial skills, or the person in Zhuang Miao's nightmare was an immortal "immortal".

The two seemed to be in a "cocoon", surrounded by black air.

When I thought about it, my eyes were the same as Yanmang's, but I saw that the two masters and apprentices seemed to be turning into one person.

From Xiao Wenwen's point of view, it seemed that Zhuang Miao's nightmare swallowed Zhuang Mengzhou into his body, which was very strange.

In an instant, the world was silent, and there was a mighty wind.

The wooden hut where the three of them lived was overturned by the gust of wind, and they headed out of the mountain.

This encounter really made Xiao Wenwen unexpected, but he saw that the sky was full of lifelessness.

That piece of dead air seemed to be condensed into dew, sticky like mud.

Immediately, the people of the dimple sect gathered together in a turbulent manner, standing beside the wooden hut.

"This... is the Supreme Corpse God... King Ming's aura."

Suddenly there was a person who noticed this life and death aura, which was unusual.But seeing Xiao Wenwen standing in it, he suddenly felt terrified.

"help me."

From time to time, I saw the Taoists around, with ashen complexions, as if the spiritual energy in their bodies was absorbed by this "black cocoon".

In an instant, within a thousand li radius of Dimple Zong, there was no one person, and the vegetation was lifeless.

"Go and invite... Immortal Sword Slayer."

At this time, Xiao Wenwen's sea of ​​consciousness was also in chaos, but he saw a pair of red eyes floating on the left and right sides.

Suddenly, in this lifeless nightmare, a brilliant white light split open, and a word came.

"Fellow Daoist...help me."

As soon as Xiao Wenwen heard it, he knew that it was Zhuang Mengzhou's words, his mind was flustered, and he didn't have any second thoughts.

Suddenly, a head with ghostly will-o'-the-wisps appeared from this chaotic world.

"I... I came because of you."

Just listen, the head of the spotted skeleton, uttering words and burning eyes, seems to be a blazing sun before dawn.

"Come here because of me...kill me?"

"Help you... reach the heavens early."

"Hmph...no need."

The ghostly ghost fire seemed to see Xiao Wenwen's determined look, and shouted: "I am... Jiuchuan. No night... Jiuchuan."

In a flash, Xiao Wen raised his right hand, holding that treacherous skull, and it turned into a speck of dust.

This piece of dead air immediately turned into nothingness.

But when the bone skeleton dissipated, there was a trace of sadness in the empty eyes.

When the dead air dissipated, he saw a murderous old Taoist, dressed in rags, and asked Xiao with an evil glance.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wenwen didn't change from the evil charm of the past, and his killing intent was overflowing at a glance.

"escape···."

All of a sudden, the evil and charming old man escaped for half a day, tens of thousands of miles away.

But he heard him muttering: "It turns out...it's him."