Xiancha's speed did not become faster, but it was still very fast.
It shuttles through the cold sky, pushing away clouds that are so cold that they are about to snow, and rubbing the clouds into steam.
It is anxious to return to where it left off thousands of years ago.
Wu Sheng’s lair in the East China Sea.
Will the immortal die?
The young man felt very sleepy. He came to seek immortality. He saw the immortal's emergence with his own eyes, but he also saw the immortal's corpse with his own eyes.
Could it be that these corpses are just transformed bodies? Just like a snake shedding its skin? He so comforted himself.
The corpses under his feet became the ground. The young man stood on the corpse, and sometimes his nostrils drifted into the smell of corpses, which was vaguely mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers.
The immortals who looked down on him from above were like vultures, paying attention to his every move.
The immortals suddenly made a commotion and flapped the wings on their backs. In an instant, crisp flapping sounds were heard all around, and gusts of breeze were raised.
Waves of low-frequency vibrations penetrated his eardrums, making him feel more and more uneasy, and he couldn't help but look up.
The blue sky above our heads was gradually swallowed up by huge shadows...
"It's a boat!" When Wu Weiren said this, his whole body suddenly trembled and he broke into a cold sweat involuntarily.
At that moment, his eyes were full of panic.
His composure, calmness, and delicacy suddenly disappeared, and his expression seemed to have returned to that time a thousand years ago.
At that time, the young man's heart was filled with doubts and fears. Today, a thousand years later, he has forgotten whether he ever regretted seeking immortality at that time.
Obviously, he had never expected anything to happen before, but that didn't make any difference, because nothing that happened was something he could have predicted.
"We are riding on the Immortal Ship now, and that is a giant fairy ship!"
There are small white light spots radiating from the bottom of the "Fairy Ship", weaving into a gorgeous spider web.
The spider web was suddenly covered, and the young man's whole body stiffened suddenly, his pores suddenly blocked, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in a pool of paste.
The scenery in front of him disappeared and was shrouded in a chaotic seven-color glow. He suddenly felt dizzy.
He couldn't feel his legs, and the bones in his legs seemed to melt instantly. He was so panicked that he lost his ability to adapt. He forgot to check whether his lower body still existed?
"I have no choice at all!" Wu Weiwei said to Mr. Huang Cong excitedly: "At least Wu Sheng gives you a choice and asks you if you want to live forever."
"No, he didn't ask me," Mr. Huang Cong said calmly, "I begged him."
Immortality has a price.
The price is "lost".
He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if his body was getting smaller and smaller. More and more things were leaving him, and he felt that part of every cell had been taken away.
He once thought that what was lost was his soul.
But a fresh feeling gradually replaced the lost part.
Only then did he realize that he had not lost anything, but that he had thrown away a pile of waste, a pile of filth that had been deposited in his cells for many years.
No, it's more than that.
Sleep slowly crept up his back and into his head.
He yawned loudly, unaware that he was losing something else.
He won't notice this until he wakes up.
He has lost his "past".
He even forgot who he once was.
It was not until much later that he collected the remaining memories bit by bit and slowly reorganized the memories of the past.
"Later, I devoted myself to Taoism and cultivated the "Fate and Fate"..." Fate and Fate can know the past and the future.
Therefore, he recalled the past again, and in the process of pursuing the past, he discovered the intersection of everything.
Wu Weiren looked at Yun Kong with a solemn expression, holding a breath in his mouth, wanting to finish everything quickly.
Xiancha has crossed the plains and plateaus, and flown over large and small rivers.
The wind blowing over their faces gradually took on a faint salty smell, replacing the original faint fragrance of grass leaves and earth.
My eyes suddenly brightened, and a huge patch of blue came into my eyes.
The sun has already passed the middle pole of the sky and is slowly sliding towards the sea level, sprinkling dancing gold sand on the sea surface.
Xiancha flew out of the sea and arrived over the East China Sea.
Wu Weiren's eyes converged, and the original tension disappeared immediately, and he returned to his usual arrogant and indifferent expression, staring at the sea.
Xiancha slowly and automatically lowered its height and ran towards its master's home like a loyal dog.
Mr. Huang Cong suddenly started to tremble. He bit the knuckles of his fingers and his eyes wandered: "What should I do? What should I do?"
Yun Kong also wanted to ask these words.
"What should I do? Mr. Yunkong..." Mr. Huang Cong begged him earnestly, "Suddenly I don't seem to want to die anymore... Do I still have a choice?"
Wu Weiren touched Xiancha's control panel: "It no longer listens to us."
Xiancha was flying freely over the East China Sea, and it seemed extremely happy to be able to return to the place it left a thousand years ago.
"Mr. Wuwei," Yun Kong gritted his teeth, "You don't know about my previous life."
"I know."
"But you still won't tell me."
"Wusheng never told me," Wuweiren said, "I slowly collected it bit by bit, and then I learned about your previous life, the purpose of Wusheng, and that Mr. Huang Cong and I can live forever. s reason."
"Please tell me." Yunkong's request already seemed urgent, because under the heavy clouds and mist, a group of small islands had appeared on the sea.
"It's too late." Wu Weiren calmed down, faced the island, started to get lucky, and prepared for everything he was about to face.
Mr. Huang Cong held his head and sobbed desperately.
Xiancha was accelerating, rushing towards the island with all his strength.
There are numerous peaks standing on the island, wrapped in blue clouds and mist, like a sacred and inviolable holy land, completely isolated from the worldly world.
The clouds and mist in front of me suddenly broke apart and dispersed into water droplets.
Where the clouds broke, groups of seven-colored rays of light passed through the hole and rushed toward Xiancha with great force. They rushed straight in front of the three people, then suddenly separated and rushed in all directions.
Even in the strong afternoon sun, they still steal the brilliance of the scorching sun.
In the sound of wind passing by the rays of sunshine, pieces of feathers floated down. The feathers glowed with the luster of pearls and exuded a leisurely fragrance.
Yun Kong's eyes widened in surprise, his whole body was extremely excited, and his fingers tightly grasped the edge of the fairy tree.
Every corner that caught his eye was a feathered man spreading his wings and flying!
Regardless of the top of the head, the sides and the bottom of the Immortal Cha, the Yu people surrounded the Immortal Cha, neatly arranged in layers of circles. There were at least two hundred Yu people, who seemed to be escorting them.
Sure enough, it was just as the Five Flavors described, they were the same as they were thousands of years ago, with long flowing hair, tall noses, shirtless and muscular bodies, and pants that only reached the knees.
The immortals made strange chirping sounds, and opened their mouths one after another in response. The surroundings were suddenly surrounded by harmonious resonance.
When the sound suddenly stopped, Xiancha suddenly crashed into a cloud, and the chaotic water droplets hit Yunkong mercilessly. Yunkong raised his arms to block the water droplets from attacking, but the water droplets still slipped into his nostrils and stained his body. The hair on his nose was wet, and just when he was beginning to feel difficulty breathing, the frantic water droplets disappeared, and his eyes became bright.
"We're here." Wu Weiren said seriously, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
Mr. Huang Cong stopped moaning and looked around worriedly.
Xiancha, which passed through the clouds, was surrounded by beautiful peaks, dense pine forests and the crisp sound of water.
The Yumen group that had been guarding them just now did not follow. Xiancha stayed in the clear air and slowly rotated, allowing them to look around.
Scenes of magnificent beautiful scenery came into view, and Yun Kong's eyes were moved to tears: "I have never seen... such a scenery..."
A row of feathered figures fly freely across the sky, like a flock of birds returning to their nest.
Several leisurely wandering clouds floated by.
In the pine forest below the fairy tree, the feathered people crossed the forest tips in twos and threes, accompanied by several cranes, which was extremely peaceful.
But Wu Weiwei and Mr. Huang Cong were not relaxed at all.
"Hello you all."
The three of them were startled, and turned around to see a fair-skinned young man. Unknown to him, he was already behind Xiancha. He appeared quietly, and even the five-flavored man, who was highly skilled in internal energy, did not notice him at all.
The fairy tree hangs high in the sky. The man has no wings, but he can stand still in the void with his feet.
"Three great masters are here. Master has been waiting for you for a long time." The fair-skinned young man smiled politely, and then looked at Yun Kong with deep meaning, "Especially you, Yun Kong."
Yun Kong recognized him, Bai Pu, the tofu man who had met with the prime minister when Yu Mansion was dealing with Gao Lu.
The feathered people flew in from all directions and slowly gathered around Xiancha, circle after circle, layer after layer.
Finally, thousands of pairs of flapping wings surrounded Xiancha.
This time, instead of guarding, he was imprisoned.
The sun hid behind the mountain peaks, and the wings of the feathered people reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, glowing with layers of silver, as if a sea of pearl-colored wings were flowing.
Yun Kong's mood turned from excitement to sighing, and then became as still as still water, as if a huge stone in his heart was suddenly put down, and he calmed down.
His eyes were immersed in the majestic heaven and earth, as well as the gorgeous winged sea composed of immortals.
He turned around and seemed to accidentally spot the man again.
Bai Pu smiled at him.
Yun Kong also smiled back, pointed around, and told the man, "It's so beautiful."
Bai Pu frowned and looked around a few times: "You're right."
The two looked at each other for a while and laughed at the same time.
