The empty cave suddenly became quiet. Cang Ji took a deep breath and said, "I accept the conditions! But I still want you to do me a favor."

Liu Mang said: "I am very happy."

"Come with me!"

The two left the cave and flew all the way to the depths of the Mysterious World. They didn't land until they saw a tall tower.

Cang Ji said: "I will take you to meet the person in front of me."

Liu Mang wondered: "Is this important?"

"It has something to do with what I am going to explain next." Cang Ji said: "Here are the bones of several guardians before me."

Slowly step into the underground along the rotating steps. There are lights on both sides. It is the dragon essential oil specially used in underground tombs. It has been burning for countless thousands of years. If this place is not destroyed, it can still burn like this for hundreds of thousands more.

year.

"The materials here are hard to see outside. Could it be that it has been built for tens of thousands of years?" Liu Mang scrubbed the wall. This kind of stone from ancient times is now buried thousands of meters underground and is difficult to find.

Excavation.

Liu Mang said: "This place is very similar to a place I have been to before. It's just that the people there are all peak fighting saints. They have spent their whole lives studying the method of becoming a fighting king, and they even did not hesitate to pass on their power from generation to generation.

Just to let a fighting king be born among future generations."

"What happened next? Did they do it?" Cang Ji asked curiously. He was not a very curious person, but after not having contact with the outside world for many years, it was inevitable that he would be a little more gossipy: "I once heard that someone could

Completely pass on the power to the next person, allowing him to continue practicing on the basis of his own strength. In theory, this can achieve unlimited breakthroughs, but it was later proven by history to be false evidence, because the losses caused by the inheritance itself are sometimes greater than one

A person has to practice more in his lifetime."

Liu Mang just shook his head: "They did not become fighting kings, but the reason is not what you said. Breaking through large-scale barriers is fair to everyone. Even if you inherit the experience of the previous person, you cannot shorten yourself.

The distance. This is the Tao. Taoists like to describe this thing as very profound and obscure. In fact, the word Tao just means road, but it is different from the main road on the street. Each person creates his own way.

, otherwise if you follow others’ footsteps and climb up, you will fall down in the same place.”

Cang Ji suddenly turned around and looked at Liu Mang, a strange color appeared in his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"I'm just telling you that whether a person can reach a certain height is completely decided when he chooses his own path. If you can become an immortal, so can I." Liu Mang said with a smile.

Cang Ji just turned around and said in an indifferent voice: "You value your Tao too much. Someone once created a Tao of his own and saved the world. Do you think he can become a saint? But he stayed at the peak of Dou Wang in his life.

Although he was admired and praised by the people, in the end he only left a name and a lot of unwillingness. It can be seen that although the direction of the road is in the right direction, it still needs something to push forward."

Liu Mang followed him and came to a door. Cang Ji pushed the door open and said, "The third and seventeenth gatekeepers. They were both one of the strongest fighting kings of that era. All of them were

They think they can become fighting immortals, but they still die in the mysterious world. As long as they don't cross over to the heavenly realm, such people cannot become immortals. This is the curse of Tao."

The lights brightened, and twenty-seven corpses were arranged throughout the cave. Each guardian lay peacefully in the wooden coffin, with an immortal body. The self-narratives beside them recorded their lives, and some only had a few sentences.

It says just a passing visitor.

Looking at these corpses and thinking of their lonely past, Liu Mang turned his head gloomily and said, "You can say it now."

"I will also lie here and become the twenty-eighth person. My time is running out." Cangji said: "I will not cross that door, but you will. I hope that when you come back next time, for

I brought back a new guardian. At least before I close my eyes, I hope to see you again."

Liu Mang smiled bitterly. There were not many people in the world who wanted to see him so much. Most people regarded Huo Xiu as a scourge, while others regarded him as their lifelong enemy or someone they wanted to surpass.

Perhaps this is how persistence is, knowing that one's time is running out, but still persisting until the last moment, just to live up to the predecessors. These so-called predecessors are currently lying in twenty-seven coffins, and there are preparations at the end.

Okay, the twenty-eighth one, Cangji may lie down at some point, and then the next guardian will continue to take over his work.

"There are too many corpses, it's so cold that it makes people panic." Liu Mang said: "Your conditions are very simple. I will do it. I have a buddy who doesn't have any big ambitions in his life. He just wants to drink a small drink and spend his time leisurely.

Just spend the rest of my life. If I invite you kindly, there is no reason for him not to come. But if I find a more suitable candidate in the upper plane, he will be as stubborn and persistent as the second old man, and he also likes to drink a little wine.

I think you'd be willing to teach that ineffective boy a lesson before you close your eyes."

Cang Ji laughed for the first time and said that Liu Mang was really a great bastard. He punched him hard on the shoulder and said, "Good guy, don't die too quickly on the road ahead. If you die earlier than the old man, you can't die."

I will take him to the Lord of Hell and make him a joke."

Liu Mang didn't think this was funny. Twenty-seven guardians could last for millions of years. This period of time is unimaginably long, enough to make subsequent guardians forget their original purpose.

After agreeing, Cang Ji let go as promised, raised his sword and cut through the gate of the Xuan Realm, pointed at the earth realm, and said: "All the monks who belong to the yellow realm, go back, and the outsiders will be exiled to the earth realm!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but they could only do it.

The monks in the Yellow Realm had no choice but to leave in anger. No one would find fault with the Immortal King. Many people thought they would finally have a chance to see the scenery of the Earth Realm, but they ended up in vain.

And this does not affect Liu Mang's plan. This group of people can only be used as helpers and cannot be trusted. If they really encounter trouble, they may not be able to come in handy.

Before stepping into the underworld, Liu Mang looked back at Cang Ji, who was also standing high in the sky looking at him. The moment their eyes met, Cang Ji suddenly felt relieved and said, "I suddenly believe that you can become an immortal."

Liu Mang raised his fist: "Nonsense, if I don't become an immortal, who will bring you the brat back?"

After that, I stepped into the door.

Cangji looked at the Xuanmen for a long time, finally sighed, sat down somewhere, took out a small drink, and murmured: "I will just wait here. After all, there is hope. The guardian of the Xuanmen will be here from generation to generation."
Chapter completed!