When people are very serious, they always feel that time passes quickly.

Especially when you are particularly focused on doing something, time flies, making people want to press the Creator's pause button.

When the ancestor stopped preaching, the whole hall was silent, and Yang Sanyang was still wandering outside the sky, thinking about ways to break the deadlock and the difficulties of his current state.

"Dao Fruit!" The ancestor saw Yang Sanyang who was wandering outside the sky with great imagination, and couldn't help but scold him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Now, Yang Sanyang cut off the evil corpse, and his karma of cause and effect were all returned to the evil corpse, but the evil corpse was integrated into it, and Yang Sanyang's energy was still floating slowly.

When the ancestor saw Yang Sanyang who was imagining at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his eyes. He thought that it was Yang Sanyang who was distracted by his karma and disasters, suppressing his true nature and unable to enlighten his original source for a long time.

After hearing the ancestor's scolding, Yang Sanyang came to his senses and quickly bowed respectfully: "I am here, but I don't know what the ancestor has to give?"

The ancestor looked at Yang Sanyang, looked up and down, and then waved his hand in vain: "You go back."

Yang Sanyang was a little confused and confused. He rubbed his forehead and sat on the bluestone outside the gate with a broom in his arms. His eyes were dull when he looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance.

"The Wannian Preaching is about to end. What doubts do you have? You can come quickly." The ancestor looked at Fuxi and Taoist Buddhism.

Both of them shook their heads together, and the ancestor stroked their beards and said, "In a blink of an eye, the world outside has passed for thousands of years. Those who have spiritual spirits in the mountains have opened their spiritual wisdom and transformed into form. As a teacher, he wants to open the mountain gate again, preach the world, strengthen the energy of my spiritual platform, and also sprinkle seeds for the great wilderness. You two are one of the most proud disciples under the master. One of them has attained the Taiyi Dao Fruit, and the other has attained the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit. Both have cultivated a body that is immortal for billions of years."

Fuxi and Taoist Chuan were both sitting upright and waiting for the words of the ancestors, but they saw the ancestors swept over the two: "As the saying goes, review the old and learn the new. Although you two have cultivated the origin of the Golden Immortal and have achieved a life of billions of years, there may not be any missing points in the past. When the disciples from outside enter the mountain, except for the fifteenth month of January every year, the rest will be taught by you and the two of you to teach the wonderful methods of practicing and the great way of heaven and immortals. Yes?"

"The Taoist Senior Brother is Taiyi True God, and he is even more like a hundred times the disciples. The disciples are afraid that their cultivation will not be good at learning skills and will mislead their junior disciples..." Fuxi quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"You are the powerful Golden Immortals. They are not as good as the class. Even if there is deviation, how can they deviate?" A divine light appeared in the ancestor's eyes: "How can they deviate?"

Fuxi stopped talking when he heard this. His family knew his family affairs. He devoted himself to studying the innate Bagua and created the wonderful way of the acquired Bagua. Now that he is studying it deeply, he feels that the path of fate is unfathomable. It is the time when he is infatuated, where is there any intention to care about others?

"In the future, you two will choose some good talents among all the disciples in the mountain gate and include them in the square celestial holy realm of my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. It can be regarded as a pillar of my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, which can be regarded as a passing on from generation to generation and continue my Taoist tradition." A hint of emotion appeared in the ancestor's eyes: "If one or two more golden immortals can be produced under my disciples, it will be a great fortune."

Outside the door, Yang Sanyang remained silent when he heard this, but just held the broom and looked into the distance. He had no interest in preaching and accepting disciples.

Cutting off three feet is what he should do now, and it is the most important thing.

Intuition in his darkness told him that killing the three corpses would be related to the rise and fall of his life in the future.

The ancestor reminded the two of them again, and then turned around and walked out of the lecture hall.

There was silence in the lecture hall, and Taoist Chuan slowly stood up: "The world is like a tide, rising and falling, falling and rising, and going back and forth. Over the past billions of years, there are not hundreds of millions of mountain monks in the square holy realm of my Lingtai, but only a few of us can stay. It is not the mistake of this time that the fortunes of two junior brothers have emerged, and I am still the only one who is alone in the mountain gate."

"Now, the four golden immortals under the square celestial holy realm of my Lingtai are also famous and can be considered the most powerful force in the Great Wilderness!" Dao Chuan sighed, and there was a little more vicissitudes in his voice.

After hearing the other party's words, Yang Sanyang felt inexplicably moved in his heart. Since ancient times, there have been countless people who have cultivated supernatural powers, flying in the clouds and fog, being able to capture the bright moon in the nine heavens, and being able to catch turtles in the five oceans, and showing off his momentum. Even the true god of Daluo had to retreat.

But so what?

If you don’t enter the true flow, you will eventually be blown away by the rain and wind.

A pair of eyes looked into the distance, and it took a long time to hear Yang Sanyang say, "Senior brother seems to have something to worry about?"

"I just think of my fellow disciples in the past, and I feel a little emotional!" Dao Chuan turned his body and looked at the plaque in front of the ancestor's lecture hall. The ancient divine text that was blown by the rain and wind, and a trace of memories appeared in his eyes.

Yang Sanyang stood up with a smile, picked up a broom to clean the fallen leaves in the mountains: "It's right and wrong, come and go, senior brothers must be open to it. You two were caught by the ancestors, and I was so lucky that I saw the opportunity and asked for leisure."

Preaching to the disciples in the sect is really a bit useless for the powerful Golden Immortal. Although Golden Immortal has lived for billions of years, it does not mean that the time of Golden Immortal is not precious.

On the contrary, the biggest direction of the Golden Immortal in this life is to break through the number of days and peek at the wonderful opportunity of the long river of destiny, thereby achieving the Taiyi fruit position.

How difficult is it to go through the number of days?

Some gods are still in the realm of the Golden Immortal even for billions of years, hanging half a bottle of water swaying everywhere, and not breaking the opportunity in the long river of destiny.

"Senior Brother... You are free, why not..." Fuxi walked out of the lobby with a sad face and came to Yang Sanyang's side.

"Don't think about it! I have time to preach to those people! I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Saying a rude word. Listening to my preaching is the great way of heaven. I'm afraid those people are not worthy!" Yang Sanyang swept Fuxi away with a broom: "Don't block my sweeping floor, I'm not long now, so let me have some leisure time."

Fuxi did not say much after hearing this. He looked at Yang Sanyang's slightly thin and hunched back with his eyes. For some reason, he was in tears. He said a long time later: "Senior brother is astonishing, talented and qualified as Fuxi ten times more than a hundred times. But God is jealous of talent. Senior brother, why don't you choose a good talent among the disciples in the mountains and train them carefully, and you can be considered a successor."

Yang Sanyang, who was sweeping the floor, twitched his lips, and he secretly blamed himself in his heart. He touched the broom and thought: "Can I act too much?"

Yang Sanyang slowly cleaned the fallen leaves, but the qi in the mountains changed. The Daluo Dharma Realm Realm Realm of the ancestor mapped the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain realm. I saw a fuzzy change of the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and there was a certain mysterious and unpredictable qi in vain.

Then, I heard the gentle words of the ancestor spread throughout the mountains and rivers in a radius of millions of miles: "Now my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain has opened the mountain gate again. Anyone who has a fate in the mountains can come to my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain to listen to the lecture."

The ancestor's words were neither anxious nor slow, and slowly spread throughout the millions of miles of Dong Kunlun. As the ancestor's words fell, a series of qi surged into the sky in an instant, and heads of various shapes rushed out of the tree holes, soil, and rocks, and then they thought for a little while. The next moment, the demonic energy was lingering and following the guidance in the dark.

Yang Sanyang cleaned all the way, and now his bones are weak. When he came to the Buddhist monument at the foot of the mountain, he was already sweating profusely and panting. He stood there looking at the Buddhist monument, his eyes full of emotion.

Over the past million years, all the winds were blown away by the rain and wind! Even the Buddhist monument blessed by the innate divine texts has become blurred.

Yang Sanyang thought in his mind, and the stone chips on the Buddha's monument fell off. In an instant, a complete "Amitabha Sutra" was re-carved on it.

"The entire Lingtai Fangcun Mountain has been shrouded in the power of the ancestor's 'heart', forming a strange force field. The cultivators under the Golden Immortal have entered it. Without a firm heart and tenacious ambition, they will not be able to overcome all the illusions in it!" Yang Sanyang slowly cleaned the fallen leaves around him.

The road to immortality is not easy.

Although Lingtai Fangcunshan is eager to prosper, they choose the Golden Immortal Seedlings. If they do not have the ambition of the Golden Immortal, the resources of the Golden Immortal, and the fortune of the Golden Immortal, even if they join Lingtai Fangcunshan, it will be a waste of resources and waste time.

So what can it be?

It's useless at all!

A million years later, the five declines of the heavenly beings came, and it was just a piece of loess. How can we suppress the energy of the Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai?

Although the energy of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai is very prosperous and the fortune is good, every part of the energy of the energy must be used on the steel blade.

Yang Sanyang was cleaning the fallen leaves in the mountains. From a distance, he saw a snow-white rabbit. The rabbit's hair was as crystal clear as jade without any color, and his big, dripping eyes were full of aura. The rabbit was as big as a calf, and his face was running around and slid. At this time, he was running around in the force field, but he couldn't find the way to climb the mountain for a long time.

"Click~"

"Click~"

After rushing for a while, the rabbit took out a carrot from his arms, panted and put it in his mouth to chew it: "I'm really exhausted, this ghost place is really strange, extremely strange. I thought of the rabbit, I jumped for three thousand miles, but after I fell here, I jumped for half a day, but I didn't get out of the small area. It's really weird."

The big rabbit was fat, shiny and covered with fat, and wished he could ask someone to come forward and rub it.

Yang Sanyang, who was cleaning the stone tablet, looked at the fat big rabbit not far away, and looked at the carrot in the rabbit's hand, and his pupils shrank: "This rabbit is really a prodigal. But the Polygonatum, which already has the magical practice of celestial immortals, was caught by him and gnawed like a carrot. It's really..."

Yang Sanyang has the urge to curse!

All things in the world are the most powerful, and it is not easy to achieve success. Compared with carnivores, it is more than ten thousand times more difficult.

Especially in the Great Wilderness, it is even more difficult.
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