"boom--"

With a loud bang, a black snapping turtle as big as a mountain lifted its front foot and stepped down heavily.

The ancestor Tianhong escaped in a mess, with messy hair and messy clothes.

He had to escape, and the huge snapping turtle in front of him was not something he could deal with.

At this time, his out-of-body realm was gone, and he was only at the peak of foundation building.

The giant tortoise in front of him is no less than the peak of the Golden Pill.

Fortunately, this guy has not yet transformed through the thunder tribulation and has a huge body. He is somewhat powerful to deal with a small point like Tianhong.

"Bang!"

After pursuing and fleeing for a long time, the giant turtle was already impatient. It jumped up and pressed down hard, and pounced on the sea water.

The sea water rolled up thousands of waves, wrapped the ancestor Tianhong in it, and squeezed into the bottom of the sea.

The giant tortoise fluttered in the water a few times, but could not find any traces of the ancestor Tianhong. He hissed a few times and turned around and left.

The water surface returned to calm, but the figure of the ancestor Tianhong disappeared.

"Where am I?"

On that day, the ancestor Hong's consciousness was restored and he was already in a small fishing village.

"Sir, you've woken up. You've been in a coma for half a month." An old man walked into the hut and said happily.

There are only seven or eight families in the small fishing village. The one who rescued Tianhong's ancestor was an old fisherman. He also had a granddaughter, who was seventeen or eighteen years old. He boiled medicine and boiled soup for Tianhong, who had not healed every day.

Half a year later, the ancestor Tianhong's cultivation level was restored and he had made progress, only one step away from the golden elixir.

"Sir, go?"

When the ancestor Hong said goodbye to the old fisherman that day, the old fisherman was not surprised.

"Sir, I am just a junior Rong'er. I wonder if Mr. may take her away with me?"

The old fisherman made this request, and the ancestor Tianhong was not surprised. There were often winds and waves on the beach, and there were demons appearing. If you left with the ancestor Tianhong, you would not suffer these hardships.

The ancestor Tianhong was silent for a while and shook his head.

The old fisherman's granddaughter has no talent for cultivation. In the past six months, the ancestor Tianhong also taught her some methods of breathing and meditation, as well as some principles of magic. Unfortunately, this girl can't learn it at all.

Such a person is a complete burden.

Seeing Tianhong shaking her head, the old fisherman sighed, and the girl standing beside her lowered her head and shed tears.

That night, the girl walked into Tianhong's hut shyly. However, Tianhong did not leave her behind.

Those who practice cultivation should restrain themselves and control their desires.

Tianhong is dedicated to practicing, and has no thoughts about the love between children.

Three hundred years later, Tianhong wandered at the peak of the Golden Pill for several years and was unable to make progress. When she thought of this small fishing village by chance, she came to the wind.

After not seen for three hundred years, this place is already a very prosperous town.

Tianhong, who transformed into a mortal, wandered around the town and heard the legend of this town.

Three hundred years ago, immortals appeared here, leaving behind their heritage and leaving.

Fairy Yurong, who inherited the mantle of an immortal, has powerful magic and saved countless people by the beach.

So many people gathered here and built it into a small town.

This fairy Yurong stayed in the town until thirty years ago, when she fought with monsters who came from the sea and died of serious injuries.

After Fairy Yurong died, residents in the town built a small temple, which was made of a statue of Fairy Yurong, and the incense was constantly on the rise day and night.

When Tianhong heard this story, he was slightly stunned.

According to his memory, Yurong, a girl, could not practice at all, so how could she embark on the road of cultivation until she lived for nearly three hundred years?

He walked to the small temple and saw that the incense in front of the small temple was indeed in full swing.

When I stepped into the small temple, I looked up and saw a statue of a female cultivator wearing light golden armor.

But the face of this statue is not like Yurong.

The ancestor Tianhong concentrated on his mind to investigate, and could sense the incense in his soul, and some of it flowed into an inexplicable space.

But no matter how he searched, he didn't understand the reason.

Regardless of whether this Yurong was the little girl back then, Tianhong felt that she should take action for her and kill the monster that had invaded the town.

Tianhong walked with his sword, walked straight into the sea for thousands of miles, and landed on a small island.

In the center of this island, a huge turtle shell shattered into several petals, and bones were scattered under it.

It's this snapping turtle!

Tianhong recognized the snapping turtle that had been chasing him at first sight.

However, the snapping turtle had dissipated its soul and its body had turned into dust, leaving only the broken turtle shell.

Tianhong carefully investigated and found that the snapping turtle was killed by a blow.

It seems that some powerful man passed by here and killed this beast.

Tianhong turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly her eyes swept to a stone tablet and was stunned.

"I will kill it for you and this worldly fate."

A few big words are deeply engraved on the stone tablet.

The word "Fate" in the world is lengthened in the last stroke, like a long sword disappearing.

When Tianhong taught Yurong to write, she asked her why she wrote the last stroke of the word "Yuan" so long. Yurong said that the longer the stroke, the longer the fate will be.

"boom--"

A flash of thunder fell, and a three-inch little man formed above Tianhong's head.

The realm of the Nascent Soul.

"Hey, ancestor, do you want to live in the illusion for the rest of your life?"

Tianhong, who had just become a Nascent Soul, blinked her eyes and it took a while to wake up. She looked at Zhao Yang in front of her and smiled bitterly.

Around the surroundings, other practitioners had already woken up from the illusion, sat cross-legged, and digested what they had just gained.

"Tell me, ancestor, what do you think is an immortal?"

Zhao Yang looked at the ancestor Tianhong and asked curiously.

What is a fairy?

The shy face with tears that night appeared in the mind of the ancestor Tianhong.

If I do it again, will I refuse?

"Ahem," Zhao Yang coughed lightly and whispered: "Old ancestor, you're trapped in."

The ancestor Tianhong opened his mouth but did not say a rebuttal. He just shook his head slightly and said, "Immortal is fate, dust is also fate. What you miss is immortal. If you can't catch it, you are immortals."

So decadent?

Zhao Yang frowned and said in a deep voice: "We have practiced and pursued a lot. In the end, we seek to become an immortal and achieve enlightenment. Isn't it just to miss it and not leave it behind?"

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, the ancestor Tianhong murmured: "If you become an immortal, can you miss it?"

"If you become an immortal, then you will become a saint. If you become a saint, then you will become a demon. If you don't have this idea, how can you become an immortal?" Zhao Yang roared, as if he was to say it to the ancestor Tianhong, and as if he was to say it to himself.

His voice was quite loud, and the temple was quiet. If everyone wanted to hear it, they could hear it clearly.

On the high seat above, those powerful mortals heard Zhao Yang's words, some showed strange expressions, while others smiled and nodded.

Zhao Yang had no expression on his face, but sighed in his heart. He was different from others. Others were sinking into the illusion, and he was watching the illusion outside.

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused and the bystander is clear, and Tianhong is trapped in an illusion and cannot extricate himself, but he can see clearly.

No matter whether Yu Rong is a human or an immortal, the worldly relationship is over. If you are attached to the past, you will never have the opportunity to become an immortal.

In fact, it is not just the ancestor Tianhong, but most of the other practitioners encountered in the illusion.

This is the "immortal" explained by Taoist Haoran.

Immortals seek but cannot get it, and immortals gain but cannot know it.

Zhao Yang just spoke out deliberately to express his own point of view. "Immortals" are there, and there will always be a day to become an immortal.

This is the discussion of Tao.

"Thank you for the evolution of fellow Taoist Haoran, then I will show my ugly words and discuss the word "Immortal"." Daoxuan World Honored One stood up, waved his sleeves, and the stars immediately dotted between heaven and earth.

As the Daoxuan World Master waved his hand, the whole world became darker.

This darkness is not only the darkness of the color of the world, but also the suffocating dimness.

Even those great masters of Taoism discovered in horror that their own Taoism had disappeared.

Every practitioner continues to improve his cultivation and one day finds the great way he is pursuing.
To be continued...