Chapter 413

Qingyun looked away for a moment, but in his heart was the surging waves, the maple Winter Fairy king, who had lost his trace as early as 100000 years ago.

Soon after the fall of heaven, there will be no immortals in the world.

These so-called immortals in later generations have no immortality. They just pursue according to the immortality. The heaven has died, and there are no immortals in the world.

At that time, a rumor.

In that year, during the first war with the heavenly way, several fairies could not bear the world's creatures to be involved in the war, led a group of creatures who did not want to war away, and there was no news from then on.

These people, however, have become the only hope for the restoration of immortal orthodoxy after the fall of heaven!

Nowadays, there are immortal kings, immortal kings and immortal emperors in the fairy world. The Immortal King is a figure who can command a star domain. The Immortal King is ethereal. There has been no Immortal King figure for tens of thousands of years.

As for the Immortal Emperor... No one has appeared for 100000 years, whether there is still an Immortal Emperor is a question.

A fairy king, who can be as long as the white family.

There is an ancient record: "the king of Fengdong fairy, the way to find immortals, will never return."

The fragmentation of the throne left by the fairy King indicates the fall of a generation of fairy king. Since then, no one has gone to look for the Taoist tradition of immortality, but today, the man is clearly the maple Winter Fairy king, but at the sight of Qingyun, he impressively found that the current Maple winter Fairy king is no longer alive, but not dead. Who else can take away the eyes of a generation of fairy king at this time?!

You! Looking for immortals, too?

Where is the fairy king Fengdong? Has the fairy in his mouth really met the legendary fairyland?

"How?"

When the people nearby saw the sudden change in Qingyun's face, they all asked. Qingyun turned his hand, and there was another blue light floating. The magic formula in his hand was played. In which fog, the picture changed again.

It was an endless dark place, with dry trees. Suddenly, there were countless aimless strange birds flapping their wings and sweeping the positive space. Under the dry peach trees, a dog bark suddenly came out.

Qingyun's head suddenly echoed with countless voices, which even made his technique suddenly confused and became an invisible fog.

"Should have been the fallen fairy king, the tomb of the demon of heaven... This is deceiving me. No one in the white family?"

Qingyun snorted coldly. If the real Fengdong fairy king was here, he would not dare to provoke him. But on the fairy mountain of the Bai family, what if the real fairy king came?

From the top of Xianshan mountain, a series of lines flowed and all poured into the fog.

"Disperse!" the green cloud whispered, the obscured fog dissipated again, and the sound of dog barking came out three times, but this time the cry did not stop the extension of this force, but it was more like a warning.

Qingyun's pupils appear golden and go away. After exploring a dark place, every breath has a strange feeling. Even Qingyun feels that his back is cold. He can't go back at this step anyway.

Finally, when a beam of light appeared, it was a peach tree full of immortality. There were mulberry fields and peach forests, thousands of traffic, and even many villages. But there was no one, even a cat, dog and bird... Facing the scene of this fairyland on earth, Qingyun suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

He glanced over a large field and suddenly found an area that was about to cut off the cause and effect of the Bai family. His eyes immediately went away.

It was an ordinary farmyard, and at the gate of the yard sat an old man.

He was wearing an old coir raincoat and his hands were weaving a fishing net, but at this moment, Qingyun's chest was like being hammered hard by a huge hammer!

The old man threw down his fishing net. At this moment, all the divine senses of Qingyun collapsed madly. His body retreated and vomited blood. The people around him were shocked.

"Qingyun, who dares to hurt you?"

"No... impossible..." Qingyun's eyes shed blood. He can't even disconnect now. It's clear that he is an ordinary old man, an ordinary fishing net, but it seems to cover everything about him, and even the cause and effect will be deprived!

"Enough!"

From the fairy mountain, an old voice came out. The huge statue's eyes flashed with gold, wrapped the green clouds in a flash and retreated rapidly.

But Qingyun's pupil was broken at the moment, and it was about to be completely broken. The voice of old people just now finally had no choice but to say: "I'm the sixth generation ancestor of the Bai family. Please forgive me for the offence."

After the voice fell, a figure appeared behind the green cloud, and a golden light wrapped the green cloud. His pupils stopped collapsing, and the surrounding people were completely stunned.

Qingyun has stood at the top of the whole star domain and is a figure enough to shake the Immortal King. The ancestor of the white family can compare with the existence of the Immortal King, but even the ancestor of the white family can keep Qingyun in this tone. Who is the sacred person!

"Don't spread the news of today." the white family's ancestor left a sentence and left with Qingyun.

The old man took back the fishing net, but there was a drop of blood: "the saint in white... It's too long."

"Grandpa, all right!" tiger shouted excitedly. The Dragon horn in front of him was now completely crushed into a ball of powder.

"Go and chop the firewood in the backyard." old Yu ordered. Tiger's face drooped in an instant. Forging iron and cutting firewood are not the same nature. Old Yu was happy: "don't you use firewood for forging iron? If you only learn to forge iron and don't learn to chop firewood, blacksmith Liu won't accept you."

The tiger son has come down and ran to the backyard.

The fisherman collected the powder ground by the Dragon horn, took out the fishing net in his hand and walked towards the backyard.

The net in front of Xu Xian has become a prototype. Feeling the arrival of Yu Lao, Xu Xian opens her eyes.

"Little boy, although the sky is often not as good as your heart, it is also a kind of protection when you don't step out of enough height. If you insist on taking this step, it means that you deviate from the way of heaven, which will damage your luck. Have you decided?"

Xu Xian just thought for a moment, raised her head, her eyes were full of perseverance, and there was a more persistent color: "whether it's a fairy, a mortal, immortality, or dying at night, at least if I were me, otherwise I would be nothing."

After listening to Xu Xian's answer, old Yu smiled for a long time, and his eyes were full of joy.

"Some people buy vinegar because they want to eat dumplings, while others make dumplings because of a bottle of good vinegar. Some people give up everything for longevity. When they turn around, they find that they have nothing but longevity. This longevity is more terrible than death." the old fisherman slowly said, and then took out a small bag in his hand with the powder ground by dragon horn.

"Don't worry. When you really think about it, no one will disturb you during this period." the old man smiled kindly and turned away.

Xu Xian looked at the direction where Yu Lao left. Yu Lao must not be a mortal... Or maybe it's not a mortal at all. What matters is... His choice.