Suddenly, a Taoist robe suddenly appeared, and everyone turned around to see a lame old Taoist slowly walking into the room, followed by a silly Taoist.

Everyone thought that the old Taoist had also come to say goodbye. Although the boy in white often teased the poor old Taoist when we were walking together, the boy in white had such a good nature and had no ill intentions.

On the contrary, the more the boy in white is willing to make sarcastic remarks, the more he shows that he can catch his eye.

Lotte looked at the little boy in white who was gradually stiffening, pulled his master's sleeve and asked, "Will Xu Rong really die?"

Zhengxuan said calmly: "Everyone is destined to die. Even those who live forever will only live as long as the heaven and the earth. If the world is old, the person will eventually die and the light will be extinguished."

Letian frowned, looked at the dumbfounded master, and said softly: "Master, is it okay to say this at this juncture? It will make people angry. If you turn around, you will be chased and beaten. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Zhengxuan smiled and said: "Xu Rong will not die, why did they beat me?"

Xu Tianran's spirit was lifted, he cupped his hands and said: "I hope the Taoist priest will help me."

Zhengxuan pretended to be serious, "Mr. Xu is out of town."

For a long time, everyone did not see the old Taoist take action, thinking that the old Taoist was playing tricks. However, no one dared to say anything. Only the dignified Mu Dajianxian said coldly: "Niubi, don't pretend to be a ghost. If you want to save people, hurry up."

The old Taoist gently stroked his chest-long beard and said with a smile: "Mu Jianxian, don't be anxious, it's not yet time."

Guan Tong said weakly: "The person is almost out of breath. It's not yet time. Do we really wait until he runs out of breath to save us?"

Although this sentence was the voice of everyone, it seemed that only Mu Lengqing and Guan Tong dared to say it. The old Taoist stepped forward slowly, held the lotus root-slender arm of the little boy in white, and gently felt the pulse without moving.

For a long time, everyone in the room did not dare to show their anger, for fear of affecting the old Taoist's spellcasting, and the old Taoist would not be blamed for saving people.

The old Taoist told Yi Qingshan from his heart, "The slender flying sword in Xu Rong's body cannot be removed, especially the golden elixir. It is the most important thing and must be repaired completely."

Xu Tianran nodded slightly.

The Shu Dao has a heart-to-heart connection and firmly protects the bleak mountains and rivers of the little boy in white.

The boy in white's last breath of life evaporated, and the old man took action.

Suddenly, a burst of vitality flowed down like a waterfall, and the small body of the boy in white twitched slightly.

Shu Dao only felt that there was a warm and moist vitality like a spring breeze flowing slowly in Xu Rong's spiritual veins. Gradually, the streams converged into rivers, the rivers converged into large rivers, and the large rivers converged into lakes and seas. Under the sudden wash, the dry spiritual vein acupoints Gradually, a small tide of spiritual power appeared.

The golden elixir in Wangwu jumped lightly again, and Shu Dao was delighted.

The golden elixir awakened, and the aura of the little boy in white also slowly climbed up. Originally, he fell from the realm of a land god to the ninth level of martial arts. It was not that all the bones of the little boy in white had collapsed. It was because the injury was too serious, and it seemed so vast. His spiritual veins are like a sieve leaking air everywhere, and the amount of spiritual power he can store is almost the same as that of a ninth-grade martial artist for the first time.

As the Shu Dao tries its best to save the Golden Elixir of Wangwu, and as the thousands of silk threads of the Shu Dao gradually repair the dilapidated mountains and rivers, if there is spiritual energy to absorb it, it will not be a problem for the little boy in white to return to the Golden Elixir realm.

For an ordinary monk, not to mention falling from the terrestrial immortal realm to the golden elixir, or falling from the ascension realm to the golden elixir, the Taoist heart would be broken. Even so, Shu Dao still believed that the little boy in white could bear it. Such an astonishing fall.

After all, I have experience, and this is not the first time I have fallen into a bad situation.

It's just that this fall is very different from before. When I fell to the second level of breaking the golden elixir, I still had the opportunity to return to the land of immortals. But now the boy in white has completely burned the foundation of the avenue, and his realm will stop at the golden elixir. There is no hope of breaking the mirror in this life.

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The greatest sorrow of a monk is not that the body dies and the Tao disappears, but that the body does not die and the Tao disappears.

The little boy in white is in such the most miserable situation.

The corner of Zhengxuan's mouth raised slightly. If he could only save one Jindan Xu Rong, who was in a fragile state, could he still be regarded as the first disciple of the Taoist Ancestor?

Suddenly, a small avenue seed, wrapped with vast luck, fell into the spiritual vein of the boy in white. The entire spiritual vein seemed to be coated with a layer of faint golden light, and the lifeless spiritual vein regained a trace of vitality.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers thousands of miles around was rioting, flowing towards Yanhui Tower in a steady stream, converging into a tornado of spiritual energy. Under Zhengxuan's magical power, it converged into a golden spiritual power tide, slowly flowing into the spiritual veins of the boy in white.

The shriveled spiritual veins of the boy in white gradually became fuller, and a heavy rain of luck fell on the dry and pale mountains and rivers of thousands of miles, turning the land into a barbaric wilderness. After being soaked by the heavy rain of luck, although it was still desolate, a sense of vitality could be smelled.

The old Taoist secretly intercepted 30% of the luck of the white hair, gathered it into a Taoist seed, and gathered it quietly, just to save the life of the little boy in white.

The boy in white took the most credit for this time of eradicating the white hair. We couldn't let him lose his life and realm in vain. What's the difference between saving Xu Rong, a golden elixir with an ordinary realm, and letting him die?

Although the old Taoist believes that he has fallen into a terrible situation, even if there is no hope for him in this life, the little boy in white will still face it calmly, and he will be benevolent. What can I say?

The more this happens, the more determined the old Taoist is to save this most worthy soul whose heart is full of unworthiness in this world.

The old Taoist has not been with Yi Qingshan for a long time, but he also feels that Yi Qingshan is different from the monks on the mountain. If he is extremely smart and does things flawlessly, in the eyes of the old Taoist, he cannot be compared with Lao Jianghu.

However, Yi Qingyi's sincerity in treating others, especially his innocent heart, is impressive.

In order to restore the soul of the Pure Land, Yi Qingshan is willing to break through the Zhumu Pass, walk thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and find the Demon Emperor without a trace, just to seek that pitiful hope.

For the sake of Qianbai, Yi Qingshan is willing to take risks. Even if he knows that Prajna City is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, he is not afraid. No matter how dangerous Qianbai's plan is, he is willing to give it a try.

For the ten thousand years plan of the monster clan, Yi Qingshan is willing to join hands with Purgatory. He does not seek his own efforts, but only plans for the monster clan for ten thousand years. In order to protect the common people of the monster clan, Yi Qingshan can face the unreachable white hair.

Take action boldly.

The stories that happened between the people around Yi Qingyi were deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. Although Wu Qingfeng was as proud as Wu Qingfeng, he had never spoken about it along the way, but in his heart he felt deeply attached to Yi Qingyi.

Shirt is also very convinced.

Wu Qingfeng was originally a banished immortal with an ethereal air of immortality. He was smeared with the vulgar aura of wearing a green shirt, and finally became a vulgar object in the world. Wu Qingfeng now has a smoky atmosphere, and the road is high, and his foundation is no longer empty.

He is not a fairy on the mountain, but a down-to-earth swordsman who is willing to use his sword for the common people.

Perhaps, from now on, the world should no longer call Wu Qingfeng Wu Xiaojianxian. Wu Qingfeng, who has ascended to the realm, is no longer that "small" in his realm and Taoist heart, and can already be worthy of the word "big".

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Xu Tianran was originally a commoner and a mortal. It was only by chance that he reached his current state of cultivation. He was able to travel tens of thousands of miles in the human world and the demon world, and he was able to protect what he believed to be right. Of course, it was related to his increasingly hard fists.

But it’s more in line with his reasoning

The Avenue of Heaven and Earth.

In this battle, if Bai Fa hadn't encountered Xu Tianran, Wu Qingfeng, Nangong Qianbai, the boy in white and Mu Lengqing, who were unexpected combat forces, his plan would have gone very smoothly.

If it weren't for Wu Qingfeng, who can be said to be the invincible Sui Xin Jian Xiao Tian Di, Xu Tianran would not have been able to hold on until the end;

If it weren't for Xu Tianran's supernatural sword power in the human world, which captured the hearts of the demons for Purgatory, it would be difficult for him to defeat the white-haired inner demon of the half-step immortal in Purgatory;

If it weren't for Mu Lengqing's decisive attack on Long Tianxing and Wu Feng Jiutian's help, it would be almost impossible for Purgatory to win;

If the little boy in white had not stepped forward to transform into a god in one step, become a golden elixir in the second step, and become a land immortal in the third step, he would have forcibly consumed his cultivation level in order to obtain the short-lived realm of a land god. He would have fought to the death with his white-haired inner demon, and purgatory would have fallen into the sky.

At that moment, all the mountains and rivers thousands of miles around Prajna City were turned into white hair and destroyed;

Without Qianbai's persistent soul, he finally became close to the white-haired soul, and the white-haired soul who was recognized by Qianbai was relieved and chose to die with the demon soul in his heart. This battle would eventually be in vain.

Baifa has been planning a conspiracy for thousands of years, but he didn't expect that a group of outsiders from the human world would change the overall situation.

If Xu Tianran and his party are like ordinary monks on the mountain, they only come to the monsters to hunt and find treasures. They don't care about the life and death of the monsters. They don't care about the monsters' thoughts and don't understand the thoughts of the monsters.

Getting what you want is nothing more than searching for something.

In fact, there is no need for the white-haired inner demon to break up with Wuying so early. With Wuying, the majestic land god and demon emperor, taking care of him, the demon world can be leveled in ten years.

What makes the white-haired inner demon even more desperate is the human race. The demon tribe did not leave enough blood and souls. The white-haired inner demon always has one soul that cannot break the seal and return to the body. This allows the thousand souls hidden in the soul.

The spirit of white and white hair has an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, Xu Tianran's heart was cast with a shadow. The more he claimed the most credit, the more dangerous the group would be. Purgatory, which had ascended to the position of Demon King, would eventually return to the negotiation table with the human race. Both human and demon races would fight for their own interests.

There are endless debates, and when it comes to rewards for merit, who knows how the two human and demon tribes will treat this person who has made the most merit but is weak in power?

Calculate with your fingers, how should Xu Tianran, Wu Qingfeng, Nangong Qianbai, Bai Yitong and Mu Lengqing be rewarded in purgatory, and how should the human race reward them? The five people have outstanding combat power, but they have been severely depleted, and their combat power can only be reduced in a short period of time.

It is difficult for them to return to their peak. If Purgatory has doubts in his heart, with Purgatory at its peak at this time, the lives of the five of them are in danger.

The master is so powerful that he cannot be sealed, and the only option is death.

Everyone watched silently as the white-clothed boy's pale cheeks regained some color, and his body was full of vitality. His life was no longer in danger.

Everyone cried with joy, and the senior sister was the happiest. She was so happy that her nose and tears flowed together. She was not ladylike at all.

If Xu Rong was still sober, he would definitely say, "When has the senior sister ever been a lady?"

Immediately there was a furious fight.

When it comes to Wangba Quan versus Dog Beating Swordsmanship, each has its own merits, and there is no difference between the winner and the loser.

When these scenes fell into Xu Tianran's eyes, he wanted to have a peaceful life.

The old Taoist returned his hands to his sleeves, and a golden rain of luck fell on the body of the little boy in white within the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, moistening everything silently, and restoring life with gentle means. As for when the little boy in white will wake up, and whether he will be able to return to the land of gods, that is all.

Look at the little boy in white's own destiny.

Su Yan quietly walked into the room, gave Xu Tianran a blessing, and said softly: "Mr. Xu, dinner is ready. Please come and have a meal."

Xu Tianran said softly: "Thank you, Miss Su Yan."

Zhu Ziqi's eyes fell on the figure in a green shirt. Xu Tianran was all hairy at the sight. Zhu Ziqi's autumn eyes seemed to say, "Okay, Xu is now addicted to visiting brothels. He is familiar with the road and feels like going home."

Xu Tianran was speechless.

Zhengxuan stood up, stretched, and said with a smile: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, it's time to eat."

Xu Tianran cast a grateful look at the old Taoist, and this sentence solved the problem.

Lotte followed the master closely. Having experienced such a big event, Lotte no longer dared to look down upon the sloppy old Taoist in front of him. He was extremely attentive to the master, and his heart was filled with a vigorous hope. He thought to himself, girl, don’t do it.

Get married early, and wait until I am successful and famous to come back and marry you.

Wu Qingfeng went back to the house first, taking off his shabby clothes that were stained with blood. His fair body was covered with shocking scars. Fortunately, Wu Qingfeng adjusted his breathing for a moment, and his spiritual power recovered a little, and a clear spiritual power flowed to the wounds all over his body.

, cleansing away the dirty spiritual energy clinging to the wound one by one. The wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and scabs form in a short time.
To be continued...