The white-haired old man blinked.
I vaguely saw three figures above the blue clouds.
He activated his true energy and poured it into his eyes.
The vision is instantly clear.
Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.
In the blink of an eye, the blue cloud had reached the palace.
Three figures floated down.
The white-haired old man stiffened, jumped up from the recliner, and fell to his knees on the ground.
The young emperor next to him was completely stunned.
The Dinghai Divine Needle of Liyang Kingdom actually knelt down? !
No, when did these three people break into the Nourishing Heart Hall?
Just when the young emperor was shocked, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled hard.
The young emperor fell to his knees with a plop.
The next scene shocked him beyond measure.
Then he saw his teacher, the ancestor who had guarded the dynasty for more than three hundred years, actually raised his buttocks and bowed with his forehead to the ground.
His voice was trembling as he said: "Disciple Zhou Binglun pays homage to his master and pays homage to Immortal Changqing!"
Master? Immortal?
The young emperor finally came to his senses and prostrated himself on the ground. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be tightly pinched and he could not make any sound at all.
"Get up, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and you are already like this."
Immortal Cassia said softly.
After Zhou Binglun stood up tremblingly, he helped the young emperor up again.
"This son is the Emperor of Liyang and is also my disciple's student. The little guy has never seen much of the world and has lost his etiquette. Please forgive me, Master and Immortal Changqing."
Then a message was sent to the young emperor: "Recite the Qingxin Jue."
The young emperor reacted and quickly touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He silently recited the Qingxin Jue in his heart and quickly regained consciousness.
Zuo bowed and said in fear: "Zhao Kuo pays homage to the Supreme Master, and pays homage to Immortal Changqing!"
Immortal Changqing ignored the little emperor, picked the wine gourd from Immortal Jueming's waist, and pulled Li Mu to sit down, and the two of them drank wine slowly.
Li Mu took a sip of the wine. There was no spicy taste, only a mellow aroma.
The immortal brew enters the abdomen and slowly spreads out. The vitality of the whole body relaxes, absorbing the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth.
After just one sip, he felt like his whole body was drifting.
But the next moment, a familiar reminder sounded in his mind.
【Ding! Transformation successful, Yuanli +10]
Li Mu's eyes lit up slightly, he took the wine gourd and poured another glass.
【Ding! Transformation successful, Yuanli +10]
Then came the second cup, the third cup...
While drinking, he raised the wine gourd again, raised his head and started drinking.
Gululu——
His Adam's apple twitched, and he kept swallowing the fairy wine.
Immortal Changqing, who was planning to watch him get embarrassed when he was drunk, was completely stunned.
The old drunkard's magical wine can make ordinary monks drunk in one sip.
But this kid Li Mu actually drinks it like water!
This is fairy wine, how can there be such a thing as swallowing a cow and drinking it?
Immortal Changqing said worriedly: "If you drink again, the old drunkard will be unhappy."
Li Mu wiped his mouth, looking a little unfinished, quietly took out his own small gourd, poured some wine into it, and then reluctantly returned the wine gourd.
Naturally, this action cannot escape the detection of Immortal Jueming's consciousness.
"Not satisfied after drinking it, I actually bottled it and took it away."
"After all, I still underestimated the thickness of the Holy Son's face."
But thinking about asking Li Mu to check the situation, Immortal Jueming could only comfort himself and said, just think of it as reward.
After gathering his thoughts, Immortal Jueming nodded to the young emperor, and then looked at Zhou Binglun, whose back was as stooped as a dead tree.
A touch of spiritual consciousness penetrated this disciple's body, crossed the Yuan Sea, left the Zi Mansion, and went up to the Heaven and Earth Bridge.
I saw the bridge leaning upward was broken from it, with cracks everywhere and crumbling.
Immortal Ju Ming withdrew his consciousness and shook his head: "Your Heaven and Earth Bridge is seriously damaged and cannot be repaired."
The last glimmer of hope in the eyes of the white-haired old man Zhou Binglun disappeared.
Immortal Ju Ming said again, "The Dao foundation is severely worn, the Yuan Hai is almost dry, and the Zi Mansion is likely to collapse. You only have three years left to live."
Zhou Binglun was heartbroken, "I don't want to extend my life, I just want to follow my master back to Shenqing Palace and meet my master and several senior brothers and sisters."
"You are a disciple of Shenqing Palace. You can go back at any time." Immortal Jueming changed the topic, "But your situation is not irreversible."
Zhou Binglun's body trembled, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"I can grant you immortality, are you willing?"
Zhou Binglun knelt down again and said, "Yes! Disciple is willing!"
Immortal Ju Ming stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhou Binglun's head.
Smile slightly.
next moment.
A translucent shadow was shaken out of the body.
"The soul left the body?"
Zhou Binglun's soul looked at Immortal Jueming in confusion.
"Master, what are you..."
Immortal Jueming said calmly: "Your physical body is so damaged that you cannot walk across the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, cross the Gate of Heaven, and achieve a Taoist Immortal Body."
"If you want to live forever, you can only transform this flesh and blood body."
"As long as your body is immortal, you can live forever."
Zhou Binlun was stunned for a moment, "Disciple dare not question the master, but how can one achieve immortality with mortal flesh?"
Immortal Cassia smiled proudly, "Then it depends on the ability of this Immortal, uh, and the Holy Son."
Zhou Binglun was startled and finally reacted. He turned to look at the young man next to him who was chatting with Immortal Changqing while drinking wine.
Unexpectedly, this little foundation-building cultivator turned out to be the Holy Son.
But then I thought about it, the young man who could sit down and talk with Immortal Changqing, only the Holy Son had such qualifications.
Li Mu heard the conversation about him and stood up and came over, "Uncle Jueming, now that I have made a decision, I will start preparations."
Immortal Jueming said, "Thank you, my nephew."
Li Mu smiled slightly and asked Zhou Binglun's spirit:
"Do you have a spiritual beast here? It's better to have a higher grade."
Zhou Binglun quickly replied: "Returning to the Holy Son, there is a blood unicorn suppressed under the imperial city, and it has been practicing Taoism for three thousand years."
Li Mu nodded and said to the young emperor, "Little brother, go and bring that bloody unicorn."
Although he was called little brother, the young emperor did not dare to show any displeasure and said respectfully: "I will obey the immortal's decree."
After saying that, he turned around, left the Yangxin Hall, clapped his hands, and two black-robed monks immediately flashed out of the darkness, "Your Majesty!"
The young emperor ordered: "The Immortal has an order. Follow me to the dungeon and capture the bloody unicorn."
The two black-robed monks were stunned, "Immortal? What kind of immortal?"
The young emperor was startled, "Didn't you notice?"
He turned around and saw that the three immortals were clearly in the Yangxin Hall.
"As expected of an immortal, with such magical power, even the secret guards in the God Transformation Realm cannot detect it."
The young emperor felt even more awed, and without saying any more words, he took the two secret guards to the dungeon, and soon brought the blood unicorn up.
When Li Mu saw the blood unicorn, he nodded with satisfaction and guided Immortal Jueming to arrange the altar, draw talismans, and apply blood. Everything was ready.
This time, no coffin was used, and the Yin Gathering Talisman was directly attached to Zhou Binglun's body.
"It's not cool yet." Li Mu nodded, "Refining the corpse in this state will be much smoother."
Zhou Binglun's soul trembled, "Dharma Corpse? The Patriarch and the others want to refine my body into a Dharma Corpse?!"
He felt betrayed.
"My dear disciple, don't be excited. Master will grant you immortality right now." Immortal Jueming rubbed his hands excitedly, "I'm starting."
