An old master dragged the young man to the ground. When the latter saw dozens of people present, he said with a frustrated face: "Master, you are not the only smart one."

"You idiot! Didn't you see that none of the geniuses from the great sects were present?" Lao Zhenjun slapped him on the head and said: "In a holy place like the Sanqing Dao Sect, people are not greedy for spiritual things. Just go in.

In order to practice the method of becoming an immortal."

"Furthermore, the descendants of other families are very valuable, and each one of them is the material of Tianzun. Before entering the immortal land, all kinds of back-ups must be arranged. I think back eight hundred years ago, a Taoist Tianzun died just to give a gift to a Tianjiao.

Send me a life-protecting magic weapon."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else's ears pricked up, and a few looked thoughtful.

Eight hundred years ago, the disputes inside and outside the Immortal Land were a secret to those who were not yet born or were not qualified to get involved. Even they, the geniuses of the new era, did not know about it.

But there is no airtight wall in the world. As talented people from various immortal sects, they can always hear some fragments of words.

I only know that eight hundred years ago, the Sanqing Dao Sect resurrected an immortal, and he is also the Immortal Qingcang who now rules the three religions and nine streams.

The young man asked curiously: "What kind of talent can make a deity sacrifice himself?"

"Well, you don't need to know that much. You'd better get on the list of people in the world first."

Lao Zhenjun suddenly changed the topic, and he almost said it out loud.

Because that is the regret of their human race, and it is also the untouchable scar of Immortal Qing Cang. There was a time when a true king made a mistake while drunk and was almost beaten to death.

"Isn't the door open yet?"

Someone on the side replied: "A senior in red clothes stopped us just now and said that we have to wait a little longer and he has to talk to the gatekeeper beast."

"Is there a divine beast guarding this gate?"

In the distance, there was another harsh scratching sound.

Through the white mist, a handsome man in red clothes stood in front of the gate.

He looked down and looked at a cave under the door, with a ball of hair vaguely visible inside.

"Little guy, even if you scratch this door, he won't survive. You have been guarding it for eight hundred years without eating, drinking or practicing. If you continue to waste it like this, your innate foundation will be destroyed."

"The immortal is not dead!"

A brittle voice came out, and the hair ball came out from inside, looking gray and dusty. Only the big sun on its chest could symbolize its noble status as a mythical beast.

It bared its teeth and said viciously: "The Immortal is still alive, the cat can feel it."

"What if he dies later?"

"The Immortal will never die!"

The kitten suddenly became furry and hissed.

Wukong had a headache. There was nothing he could do with this little beast. When Qingcang tried to take it away, he was caught in the face.

Suddenly, the kitten's ears twitched, and then he said excitedly: "It's the Immortal! The Immortal is here to pick up the cat!"

Wu Kong looked confused. He explored the other side of the door with his spiritual mind, but did not sense anything.

"Senior, can we enter the Immortal Land?"

Dozens of people came up behind him, a little impatient. Every time he delayed, he lost an opportunity.

Boom!

The door shook slightly, Wu Kong's eyes widened, and the people behind him got closer and closer without knowing the situation.

The giant door thousands of feet long was slowly pushed open, and a figure appeared behind the door, with black hair and black eyes, a green robe, and an ordinary appearance.

He walked out of the door lightly and came to the outside world without causing a ripple.

His smile was shallow, his eyes were desolate, and his voice was calm.

"Senior, long time no see."

Wu Kong's eyes were full of disbelief, he took half a step back slightly and said: "Did you break through?"

Eight hundred years! Eight hundred years of little saint!

Back then, Qingcang's eight hundred years to become an immortal was already the only one in history. Now, is it possible for Gu Wen to be a little saint after eight hundred years? This is impossible!

Gu Wen nodded slightly, then leaned over and picked up the bouncing fur ball. The heirloom immediately licked his face with saliva.

"Chang Xiang! Xiang Xiang! The cat misses you so much. The cat never wants to see anyone again in the future."

"Okay, okay, everything is over."

He patted the hair ball apologetically. After eight hundred years of waiting, it was difficult to comfort him with a few words. He could only let the hair ball curl up on his shoulders and bury his head in his neck.

I only stayed with it for more than ten years, but it lasted for eight hundred years.

"Xian Chang, let's go home."

The heirloom's voice is as clear as ever, and for it, time has stood still for eight hundred years.

Every day, apart from sleeping, I dig holes. The only thing I come into contact with is emptiness.

"We're not going back. Let's go see this square of heaven and earth, the vastness of the universe, and the height of the nine heavens. Well, before that, let's go to the Sanqing Dao Sect and meet the master."

The smile on Gu Wen's face never stopped, and the future was brighter than anything else.

And I can also see my old friends and relatives, and wonder how they are doing.

He stepped away and the crowd in front of him subconsciously moved out of the way. Suddenly one of them, the Old True Lord, asked Gu Wen to stay.

"You look familiar."

Lao Zhenjun recovered from his sluggishness and quickly replied: "When there was a dispute at Tianquan Mountain in Luoshui, I was standing under the restaurant."

"I see."

Gu Wen continued to walk forward, and there was discussion behind him. The old true gentleman was surrounded by dozens of people, who were all scrambling to ask about his identity.

And his steps became faster, ignoring the words of others, and quickly ran towards the City of Two Realms.

It's called a city, but it's actually a boundary.

The city is divided into two sides, large and small, east and west, and two places for humans and monsters.

The demon clan has a large place, with huge palaces as high as mountains, thousands of feet high, hidden in order to accommodate the demon body. Many of them simply dug out a mountain, and carved out caves one after another in the green mountains. The big demons with names and surnames would invite human craftsmen to add them.

Some decorations, building palaces.

The territory of the human race is much smaller. It is a city in the true sense. It covers an area of ​​only 5,000 square kilometers and is only 60 miles from the east to the far west.

The city is lined with exquisite attics of different sizes, pagodas with deep green glazed green tiles and clear tiles.

The average person is six feet tall, and ten steps are enough for his residence, so he is smaller and more refined.

This year, the City of Two Realms is as lively as ever. Regardless of whether they are human or demon, no matter what their level of cultivation, it is inevitable to come to this transportation hub that connects the universe and can be moved to most places in the world.

The human city is filled with cars and horses, people flowing in and out, and people buzzing with voices.

Along the ten-foot-wide street, fairy shops that are more splendid than ordinary palaces are spread out. As far as the eye can see, there is a field of silver flowers and fire trees. The 3,333 squares are all lit up with lights, shining like a star city in heaven.

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When Gu Wen looked up, he saw a prosperity that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Suddenly, three stone tablets as tall as mountain peaks in front suddenly lit up with golden light, and the mysterious light fell from the sky, taking away the prosperity of three thousand palaces.

Countless people looked up without knowing why, only to see the word "Gu Wen" shining brightly. There was only one person among the three who had been listed for eight hundred years.

And today, the number one in the three rankings who has been delayed for eight hundred years has finally arrived to receive the glory he deserves.

In the void, the immortal who knows everything is holding a pen, with a smile on his lips. He is not only smiling for the peerless person, but also happy for himself to find the treasure.

The little saint who has lived for eight hundred years, even if it is just a trivial favor, is extremely precious, not to mention that he provided help in times of need.

"Unparalleled in the world, number one on the three lists, unprecedented and unmatched, he should be regarded as peerless."

Thousands of auspicious lights scattered like flowers, and Lang Lang's praise resounded throughout the world.

The Taoist in Qingyi raised his head among the crowd and glanced at Sanbang. His eyes were calm and unruffled, and then he turned around and disappeared into the world of mortals.

I am already peerless, so why should I add words?
Chapter completed!