Gods and Immortals

"What Wutong?" Mo Xuan turned his head and asked Feng Wuyi, "What did Teacher Ba Xiang say before?"

Feng Wuyi scratched his head, "Umno, it's the tradition of the Temple of Witchcraft. I don't remember too much about inheritance. In short, just shut up and talk less..."

"The shamanism is the root and inheritance of the wizard's power." Su Qingsang's voice came from the ring as thin as a gnat, and only Mo Xuan could hear it clearly.

"There are immortals coming down to the world, and it is only right for the wizard to warn you to abide by UMNO."

Mo Xuan was puzzled, "Why?"

"Immortals belong to it, it's called Taoism! Wizards belong to it, it's called it wutong!" Su Qingsang explained: "The so-called shaman temple's inheritance comes from the power of ancestral shamans! The world's shamans belong to giants inheritance!"

"The fairy went down to the realm, and didn't kill all the wizards?!" Mo Xuan was stunned.

"No, mortals and ancestral witches are basically two kinds of life. Mortals can't become ancestral witches after cultivating the power of ancestral witches, so immortals are not afraid." Su Qingsang said lightly: "It's as if you have learned powerful martial arts , Teach it to monkeys, but monkeys can’t attack enemies like you, that’s the reason.”

"So immortals don't bother to care about humans? Then they won't let them go?" Mo Xuan asked, "If a wizard can cultivate his strength to seven rounds, will he have a chance to compete with immortals?!"

Su Qingsang was silent for a moment, "It's not easy to say. The wizards who have truly cultivated to the seventh round can be counted on one hand, and they have long since disappeared. No one knows their true strength."

"Furthermore, most immortals are obsessed with spiritual cleanliness, and they don't want people with poor talent or miscellaneous foreign objects to practice Taoism. Therefore, in order to ensure the purity of Taoism, they ignore the wutong on the mortal land."

"There is still such a saying?" Mo Xuan has a lot of experience, "No wonder there are so few immortals. This is the reason."

Su Qingsang let out a low sigh. "Not all of them are of that virtue. I heard that among the sages, the leader of the Tongtian religion advocates that there is no discrimination in education. He has many disciples. Unfortunately, he has not had the opportunity to meet him so far. I don't know when he will be lucky enough to meet him."

"Lord Tongtian..." Mo Xuan recited this thunderous name in the mythology of later generations, thinking that this legendary saint is now somewhere in this world, he feels unreal for a while.

"You must have never heard of this name." Su Qingsang saw that Mo Xuan's tone was a little lost, and said, "This Tongtian is an expert comparable to the Nuwa saint. If you can reach the immortal level in the future One step, maybe there is a chance to meet again..."

As soon as Su Qingsang finished speaking, a priest shouted loudly from afar.

"The time has come, everyone salute!"

Mo Xuan glanced around, the nobles from outside the city knelt down on the ground one by one immediately, before seeing the shadow of the immortal, they all buried their heads in the geography, the pious ones couldn't be more pious.

And army soldiers.Then they all knelt down on one knee, holding their weapons in their hands, with a majestic momentum, neither humble nor overbearing.What he did was the military salute from the subordinate to the superior.

The attitudes of the wizards and priests were much calmer. They just folded their hands on their stomachs and bowed.

As for the students in the academy.It seems that there are no strict requirements, some knelt down to worship, and some looked up to the sky.Look for traces of the fairy.

Feng Wuyi, Ziwang, and Jiang Huayang all imitated Luo Wen's appearance, bowing their heads slightly as a sign of respect for the witch priests of the witch temple.

"What's the origin of that half-demon with fox blood in front of you?" Su Qingsang asked in a low voice.

Mo Xuan nodded, "Huang Quan is the blood of the Tianhu clan and the Huang royal family. He is the prince of the Huang kingdom. Among us students, he is extremely talented."

"Oh? The Tianhu family, so there is a fairy-level figure in his ancestors..."

Before Su Qingsang could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a loud noise in the air.

"boom!"

Mo Xuan raised his head slightly, and a fiery red light flashed in the clouds.

"Here we come..." Su Qingsang said in a low voice, and Mo Xuan saw a pink mist quietly spread around his body in the white lotus ring, and then dissipated without leaving a trace or feeling.

"I don't recognize this person's aura, I've already covered up your aura, don't talk..."

Mo Xuan responded and stared at the clouds.

"call!"

A swift and violent howling wind suddenly pierced through the clouds, and nine fiery beams of light suddenly flew out of the clouds, fixed in the air with a "buzz", floating slightly.

Each of these nine pillars of light is about the size of a person, and their bodies are burning with intense flames, making their momentum mighty!

"This is..." Mo Xuan saw the nine pillars of fire, his head buzzed, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

It's him? !

Could it be him? !

Mo Xuan's heart was shocked, he gritted his teeth secretly, and clenched his fists tightly!

The nine pillars that were blazing in the air were not recognized by others, but Mo Xuan would never forget them even in death!Those nine fire dragon pillars are exactly the nine dragon pillars used by Wen Zhonghe to burn millions of mortal soldiers to death during the Battle of Muye in the previous life!

Mo Xuan still remembered that in the Makino Plain, under the giant pillar of flames that reached the sky, the ground was cracked, and there was a sea of ​​hellfire, and countless mortals howled and screamed in the flames!

In the raging flames, Wen Zhong's armor shattered, leaving the last ray of eyes looking at him, sad and desperate!

And finally, the overwhelming waves of fire completely submerged him, sinking into darkness...

Everything is thanks to this Nine Dragon Stake!

Mo Xuan never thought that in today's situation, he would meet this enemy whom he vowed to fight against!But at this time, apart from the incomparable shock in his heart, Mo Xuan wished he could immediately soar into the sky and smash the nine pillars of fire one by one, tearing them to shreds!

"What's wrong with you?" Su Qingsang suddenly asked, "Why do I feel that your aura suddenly becomes very excited?"

Mo Xuan lowered his head, almost biting his teeth, and there was a sweet smell of blood in his mouth.

"I...it's fine..."

Su Qingsang smiled slightly, "Accept me as a pet beast, there will be opportunities to meet immortals in the future, don't get excited..."

Mo Xuan took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, his eyebrows sank slightly, and his thoughts calmed down.

Can't be exposed, can't seek death!

The current situation is more beneficial to him!

In the previous life until his death, he didn't know who killed Wen Zhong and himself.Today, it is a good thing to hide in the dark and get to know the opponent's appearance, personality and temper first.

"Have you never heard of this immortal?" Mo Xuan asked in a low voice.

Su Qingsang replied, "I don't know the breath, but I have heard of this fairy treasure, so I know who is here."

"Who?!"

"These nine pillars of fire are called Nine Dragon Stakes." Su Qingsang said, "The one who used these Nine Dragon Stakes is also a golden immortal master who is famous in the fairy world..."

"True Huanglong!"

"Huanglong... the real person?" Mo Xuan recalled the information about this great immortal in the legends of later generations, and murmured, "One of the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

"Huh?!" Su Qingsang was taken aback, "You know all about this?!"

Mo Xuan remained indifferent, and looked up at the nine pillars of fire floating in the air. In the center of the pillars of fire, there was a streamer of red-yellow light that flashed every now and then.

Seeing that Mo Xuan was silent, Su Qingsang laughed teasingly: "You seem to have a lot of secrets, girl, I have made you a life beast, and you still refuse to reveal some?"

"The more you know about me, the less likely it is that I will let you go. Do you still want to keep asking?" Mo Xuan's tone was terribly gloomy.

Su Qingsang paused for a moment, speechless.

After a long time, only then did the fox clan's unique charm appear in his tone, "Since there is a bet in the bone mound, girl, I am also a person who is willing to gamble and admit defeat. Aside from the fact that you sacrificed your life to save me, let me see You are also considered a good-looking talent, worthy of entrusting you for life..."

"If there is something you should listen to or not, just talk about it..."

Mo Xuan's face softened slightly, and his tone was cold, "This immortal has a vendetta against me!"

After hearing this, Su Qingsang was silent for a long time. After a while, he chuckled and said in response: "Without me, if you want to avenge this matter in your lifetime, it would be even more difficult..."

"But with me and your status as an elder, at least you can see the day of revenge."

"What?" Mo Xuan had a flash of inspiration, "You can beat him?"

Su Qingsang smiled slightly, "I can't beat that real Huanglong, who is at the Golden Immortal level, and I have only ascended for hundreds of years, so I am far from an opponent. But the witch slave in the bone mound may be able to help... ..."

"If we do it now, what are the chances of winning this real Huanglong into the bone mound?" Mo Xuan suddenly thought of the power of the witch slave in the bone mound to chase and kill the immortal, and couldn't help being tempted.

"If the ancestral witch is revived, there is a [-]% chance of winning!" Su Qingsang said, "But Wu slave, I can't say..."

At this moment, only hearing a crisp sound of "Zheng" in the air, Mo Xuan immediately looked up.

Among the yellow light in the center of the nine pillars of fire, strands of light stretched out one after another, leading to the nine pillars, and opened a huge light gate with a diameter of [-] meters!The scope of the light gate encloses the entire Four Elephant Monument.

Just when everyone thought that the fairy was about to appear, suddenly there was an ethereal and misty celestial music coming from the center of the light, pieces of pale yellow petals drifted down with the stream of light, a scene of celestial music, like a dream... …

In the air, those pale yellow petals quietly shattered in the air, turning into a little bit of fluorescence and disappearing, but exuding a rich fragrance, which is refreshing and comfortable to the bone.

"What a big show..." Su Qingsang snorted, "That old man Taiyi was before him, but I've never seen him dragged like this before." (To be continued...)