The death of the emperor is the collapse, the death is the fall, the death of the monk is the silence, and the Tao goes to ascend to immortality.
But no matter how beautiful or extraordinary the name is, the meaning is the same.
The leader ascended to immortality?
Hearing these words, Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank, and he stood up suddenly. His Taoist robe was not moving in the wind, and he was extremely surprised:
"What did you say?"
Chu Fan almost didn't believe his ears.
All men are mortal and no one is immune.
However, the contemporary royal Taoist Yuan Tingguang is rich and powerful, but he is only a hundred years old. Not to mention that he has already reached the ninth level of heaven and man.
Even if he is still in his divine veins, it will be far from the end of his life.
"The leader has ascended to immortality..."
The boy's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He had obviously cried more than a few times.
"how come?"
Chu Fan felt a little unbelievable: "How could the headmaster suddenly ascend to immortality?"
"This is the news from the mountain gate..." The Taoist boy shook his head and burst into tears.
"You stay in the Taoist temple, I want to go back to the mountain."
After Chu Fan hesitated slightly, he decided to go back to the mountain.
Wang Quan Dao monitors all countries, and the information from all countries and cities is also gathered in Wang Quan Mountain. Even if he is not the leader, he must go back to Wang Quan Mountain.
After thinking about it, he had already left the house and let out a long roar. In the backyard, a fire shadow jumped into the sky and roared like a dragon.
But it was a dragon colt that was as red as fire.
This dragon colt was replaced by Chu Fan who spent thirty years guarding the mountain gate. It is said that it is the descendant of the horse that belonged to the ancestor of Wang Quan.
His bloodline is pure and spiritual, his speed is comparable to that of heavenly beings, and even the great masters of Yin and Yang Wuji cannot catch up.
"Walk!"
Chu Fan turned to the door, and with the help of horse power, he disappeared in the city in an instant, and left in the wilderness of the official road.
The territory of Jiufu Realm is far wider than that of Xuanxing, and only three great suns can shine in it.
It is difficult for a man of heaven to travel all over the world.
'Fengping City' is not far from Wangquan Mountain, but Chu Fan kept going all the way, flying under the stars to catch the moon. It took him a full month and three days in the real world to arrive at the Dafeng Dynasty.
"call!"
Seven hundred miles outside Nanliang City, on the banks of the Yinxian River, one of the twelve rivers that flowed around the city, Chu Fan stopped his horse and exhaled a breath of turbid air, blowing away the mist that had gathered in front of him.
Running all the way for more than a month was almost equivalent to running more than a circle along the Xuanxing equator. Even though Chu Fan's martial arts had become a divine vein, he was still a little exhausted.
More importantly, this dragon colt is also a little overwhelmed.
The dragon colt is good at running, but it also eats a lot of fodder. It is impossible to carry the dragon colt's fodder with it in such a hurry. Therefore, as soon as Chu Fan stopped, the dragon colt also started to hiss.
Sweat was billowing around his body, like clouds and mist, and the surrounding area was heating up.
"Fire Dragon Colt!"
"Is it the Taoist Master of Wangquan Road again? What happened to Wangquan Mountain? Are so many Taoist Masters rushing back?"
"Is it possible that the Wheel-turning King is not dead and has come back again? Probably not, Patriarch Taibai is not as soft-hearted as Patriarch Wang Quan..."
...
On the banks of the Yinxian River and up and down the Dadu Bridge, many pedestrians and merchants were startled. They looked at Chu Fan with awe, envy, and surprise.
"叏lvlv~"
Almost in no particular order, another dragon colt's roar sounded in the distance.
Immediately, a loud bell-like voice echoed across the riverside:
"Chu Fan?!"
The neighing dragon horse was suppressed by a broad palm, and a tall man turned over and dismounted. He looked at Chu Fan with a somewhat unpleasant expression on his face.
"Brother Feng."
Chu Fan also got off his horse, and the person who came was none other than Feng Mingtao.
"unlucky."
Compared to Chu Fan who was smiling, Feng Mingtao looked very unhappy, even a little unlucky.
There are many people he doesn't want to see in his life, but the only one he doesn't want to see is Chu Fan.
Recalling the several meetings I had with him, he was involved in the Zombie King incident twice, and died once at the foot of King Quan Mountain. If the dreamer had not had the power of death three times in the dream, he would have died completely.
This is outrageous.
"Brother Feng, what do you think about this?"
Chu Fan gave a wry smile and didn't care about Feng Mingtao's bad attitude. He held the horse and waited for him to approach.
"Stand and watch!"
Feng Mingtao glanced at him and said angrily: "This is weird, let's not get ahead of it. Thanks to you, I will die once."
It goes without saying how important the dreamer's identity is. He couldn't bear it if he died three times and was deprived of the ability to dream.
Just like in reality, there are even people who have lost their identity as dreamers and try to commit suicide and re-enter the dream.
Chu Fan was a little embarrassed, thinking that it had nothing to do with him.
"Let's go."
Feng Mingtao led his horse to the bridge, casually scanning the passers-by, frowning slightly: "Why are the fellow disciples I saw along the way all dreamers?" Soso
He does not mean that.
Chu Fan recalled what he saw along the way and his heart thumped: "Brother Feng, what did you say?"
"Um?"
Seeing Chu Fan's reaction, Feng Mingtao was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and widened his eyes: "Is it you too?"
The two looked at each other and saw the surprise and a hint of shock in each other's eyes.
The memory of a divine pulse master is very good. Even if you have seen someone once, even if you didn't pay attention to it at a glance, you will definitely remember it in your heart.
At this moment, the two of them recalled what they had seen along the way, and they realized something was wrong!
Wang Quan Taoist's ascension to immortality is a top priority for all Wang Quan Taoists. Even if a few of them are unable to escape, it shouldn't be that none of the 'indigenous disciples' have ever encountered him!
"This is really weird..."
The two murmured to themselves and slowed down in unison.
"Don't rush back to the mountain. Go to Nanliang City. First, go to Yangxiao Hall to inquire about the news."
Feng Mingtao glanced up and down the Dadu Bridge again and sent a message to Chu Fan: "If something goes wrong, let's retreat immediately. This matter is not right!"
Chu Fan nodded.
If there is a drastic change in the way of royal power, then if they act without permission, they are just looking for death.
Among the Jiufu countries, Dafeng is the leader, and among the cities in the world, Nanliang is the crown.
Outside the towering Nanliang City, there was an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going. Chu Fan and his two men changed their clothes, placed their dragons and horses, and walked inconspicuously among the crowd.
After walking through several long streets, we arrived in front of Yangxiao Hall.
Yangxiaotang is undoubtedly the most famous restaurant in the world, not even the 'Hanlong Inn' which has the footprints of many masters can compare with it.
It's full almost every day, and today is no exception.
Chu Fan and the two were not in a hurry. They waited in the restaurant outside Yangxiao Hall, looked around, and listened to the many sounds coming from Yangxiao Hall.
Masters of divine pulses are not only smart in hearing and seeing, but also in sensing with concentration. No sound within ten miles can escape their capture.
Naturally, you don’t have to go to Yangxiao Hall to inquire about information.
Although the Yangxiao Hall is large in scale, the space is not large. It is still the same as it was three thousand years ago. No one dared to change its style after dozens or hundreds of repairs.
Unfortunately, no matter how much the two of them listened, they never heard any useful information. It seemed that everything was peaceful in Wangquan Mountain not far away, and there was nothing unusual at all.
However, the more business as usual, the more unusual it seems.
What a big deal it is for Taoist Wang Quan to ascend to immortality?
They all received notifications from far away, but no one in the nearby Nanliang City noticed the problem. How terrifying is this?
"It's getting weirder..."
The discord between the two of them became more and more serious.
"A few years ago, I heard that a group of dreamers wanted to overthrow the hegemony of King Quan Dao. Could it be that they caused something?"
Feng Mingtao thought of something and then shook his head: "This group of people is not as good as the dreamers trained by various countries. They are not qualified to stir up trouble and rain, and they cannot hurt a hair of the royal power..."
"Truman? He once snatched the King Quan Sword in front of the gate of King Quan Road..."
Chu Fan also guessed, but then shook his head.
If Truman had such strength, he would have dominated the world long ago in reality. How could he be chased by Xue Zheng in such a panic?
"No matter what, we can't go to Wangquan Mountain. We should leave as soon as possible..."
Feng Mingtao said, still hesitant.
He and Chu Fan have been guarding the gate of Wangquan Dao for nearly thirty years. They have met Yuan Tingguang, the contemporary Wangquan Taoist, more than once, and even received his guidance.
If he really leaves, but he doesn't even go to worship, is he too ungrateful?
"Wait a minute, please?"
Chu Fan glanced at Feng Mingtao and asked him to wait a moment.
But he couldn't help but exit the dreamland and ask Su Jie for his opinion.
"...Things should be like this."
After telling Su Jie everything he knew, Chu Fan looked a little solemn: "I suspect that there is probably something wrong with Wang Quan Mountain!
But Wang Quan Dao is the most powerful in the world, and there are countless masters. I really can’t think of anything that could go wrong in Wang Quan Mountain, or how Wang Quan Dao could ascend to immortality. "
Listening to Chu Fan's inquiry, Su Jie pondered for a moment, and then said: "Brother Chu, what do you think is King Quan's dream? What are those "indigenous disciples" of Wang Quan Dao that you call 'indigenous disciples'?"
"ah?"
Chu Fan was startled. It seemed that although he was worried about this issue at first, he never thought about it later.
"I have no idea."
Chu Fan shook his head honestly.
"Although most people in the world know this and don't know why, this is actually not good. Especially for a dreamer like Brother Chu, if you want to gain power from it, then pursuing the essence of this dream is more difficult than your pursuit. Martial arts is much better.
The dream itself is the most incredible thing. "
Under the rising sun, the crystal ball held in Su Jie's hands emitted soft light, reflecting the light of Su Jie's great enlightenment:
"Brother Chu, have you ever thought that you are not the only 'players' in this dream game? In other words, are the 'aboriginals' you think of also 'dreamers'?!"
"Um?!!"
Chu Fan's body trembled, but he was shocked by this idea. He was shocked and horrified: "You mean..."
"If, as I expected, they are also 'dreamers'..."
Su Jie lowered his head and glanced at the crystal ball, his expression changing slightly: "What will happen that will cause them to 'go offline' collectively?"
