One hundred and thirty-three years of the Great Qian calendar.
Immortal Master's Mansion.
"After staying in the secular world for more than a hundred years, it's time to return to Xuanqing Palace."
Pei You sat on the luxurious chair, his expression already dull.
After more than a hundred years of fighting, he is no longer the young child he once was. He has seen life and death and is now indifferent.
Prepare to return to Xuanqing Palace and practice in isolation.
Try to break through to a higher realm.
"Go back to Xuanqing Palace..."
Yan Jun looked at the sky through the window and said: "Go back and practice silently for a lifetime, wait until your old age, and be buried in the ground?"
"Otherwise, what do you want?" Pei You asked back: "Now that the world is unified, our realm is so advanced that no one can match us and we are invincible in the world."
"Continue to stay in the world and enjoy the praise of mortals?"
Yan Jun shook his head and said: "I want to step into the fairyland!"
"I want to go to the other side of the boundless sea and see what kind of world there is, and I want to see a wider world!"
"I also want to live forever!"
These words were sonorous and powerful, wrapped in an indelible will, as if he vowed to overcome difficulties and obstacles, reach the pinnacle of the immortal path, and travel through the three thousand worlds.
"What!" Pei You and Xiang Yunqian were both shocked when they heard this.
Although both of them had the idea of ascending to immortality, after practicing it for so many years, it was difficult for them to ascend to heaven.
Not to mention the end of the immortal road, they have not even stepped out of it, let alone entered the fairyland.
"How do you ascend to immortality?"
Xiang Yunqian asked.
"With the public opinion of the world, we set up a sacrificial temple, raise our ancestors to worship heaven, enjoy the aura of the purple and gold dragon, and step into the mortal world!"
Yan Jun took out an ancient roll of paper with ancient handwriting on it. Every handwriting seemed mysterious and mysterious, and ordinary people would feel a splitting headache just by looking at it.
On it, as if recording the detailed path to immortality, there are golden images, and the little people on them are lifelike, as if they are alive and living in the roll of paper.
"What is this?"
Pei You asked.
"The Picture of Ascension to Immortality." Yan Jun said: "It was obtained from the Immortal Sect of the State of Chu. Looking at the materials, pictures and texts, and even the spiritual energy contained in it, it is not difficult to see that this thing has been passed down for tens of thousands of years..."
Xiang Yunqian heard this and asked, "How did the Immortal Sect of the State of Chu obtain this thing?"
"I don't know." Yan Jun shook his head and said.
Pei You's eyes were a little fiery and he asked: "With this thing, can you really achieve immortality?"
“Hard to say, but worth a try!”
Yan Jun’s words were sonorous and powerful.
"This thing records that to step into the Red Dust Immortal, tens of thousands of high-rise sacrificial buildings need to be built, and the grade is not low. How can we complete it?"
Xiang Yunqian glanced at the writing and patterns on the roll and asked.
"Use the power of the whole country."
Yan Jun said without thinking.
"How can Emperor Qianwu agree?" Pei You said.
Yan Jun said expressionlessly: "I must agree, I can't help him. Among the three kings in the world, we should be the ones who deserve it..."
"I'm thinking of my old love, so I didn't kill him..."
Pei You, Xiang Yunqian was speechless.
...
One hundred and thirty-four years of the Great Qian calendar.
Yan Jun mobilized the power of the dynasty and ordered the people of Ming Dynasty to build sacrificial towers, cast high platforms, and place sacrifices.
The remaining immortal masters who submitted to Daqian were ordered to supervise the people and jointly build the sacrificial building.
This move caused an uproar in the world.
The ministers resisted.
Yan Jun insisted on going his own way, either exiled, suppressed, or killed officials who disobeyed orders.
Laurel in the same year.
Emperor Qianwu suddenly issued an edict and summoned Yan Jun, Xiang Yunqian, and Pei You to set up a killing array in the palace and hold a Hongmen Banquet.
He also colluded with mainland monsters to borrow two treasures to kill three immortal masters who were ruling the country.
However, Yan Jun and others have a profound realm.
Easily suppressed disasters, detained Emperor Qianwu, destroyed demons, and supported the puppet prince to ascend the throne.
In prison.
Yan Jun asked Emperor Qianwu and said: "Why do you intend to surround and kill the three immortal masters of Daqian who suppressed the country?"
Emperor Qianwu sneered: "Otherwise, the surname of Qian is Yan, Xiang, or Pei?"
Yan Jun sneered and said: "Idiot, ants can survive for a lifetime, but moths can only throw themselves into the fire to seek death..."
"Daqian is just a title given by Xuanqing Palace..."
"No matter what your surname is, it is enough to guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and worry-free life. If you have to seek death..."
Say it.
Yan Jun left the prison, leaving only Emperor Qianwu in the cell, his hair turned gray overnight and his expression was complicated.
End of the year.
Emperor Qianwu died in the prison cell, and no one knew about it.
The remaining twenty years.
Daqian worked hard to build thousands of sacrificial pavilions, but the effect was very little. After several sacrifices, no sound of Taoism came down, and the path to immortality did not appear.
"Why is this?"
Pei You looked down at the buildings with an ugly look on his face.
"Lack of spiritual contract..." Yan Jun said.
Xiang Yunqian asked without thinking: "How to find a spiritual contract?"
Yan Jun was silent for a while and then said: "Sacrifice thousands of monks with advanced realms."
As soon as these words came out, both Pei You and Xiang Yunqian were shocked.
The two said without hesitation: "Sacrificing thousands of monks? This is against the laws of heaven and is not advisable!"
"Coveting for immortality and wantonly harming others is the devil's way!"
Yan Jun asked: "What is righteousness and what is devil?"
"The law of heaven has been that since ancient times, the weak prey on the strong. The strong do whatever they want, and the weak are like fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered by others. The strong seek immortality, and the weak can only cooperate. This is fate..."
Perhaps he is unwilling to let his life come to an end.
At this time, Lord Yan's eyes were dark and he only wanted the way to immortality, and he would kill anyone who stood in his way.
Xiang Yunqian and Pei You sneered and scolded Yan Jun angrily.
The three of them had different ideas.
Fight instantly.
However, Yan Jun has a profound moral practice and is defeated by Xiang Yunqian and Pei You. He fights and retreats, and finally returns to Xuanqing Palace.
"Who is causing trouble here?"
Uncle Tie noticed something unusual and led his disciples out. He saw Yan Jun fighting with Xiang Yunqian and Pei You, with a look of shock on his face.
A critical moment.
Explain the reason to Yun Qian and Pei You.
Uncle Tie was furious.
"Traitor, you cannot cause trouble to the world by doing such things that go against the laws of nature!"
Uncle Tie led the monks to fight against Yan Jun.
The battle caused landslides and ground collapse, thousands of miles of ancient trees were cut off along the way, and thunder rolled from the sky, deafening.
The fire spread thousands of miles, and the spiritual power continued to shine, like fireworks, blooming in the sky for dozens of days.
"Unfortunately, I have already broken through the realm and am now in the third realm. You can't stop me..."
Yan Jun was besieged. He stood with his hands behind his back and calmly resisted the enemy without suffering any injuries.
"I want to live forever, and no one can stop me..."
"I just happened to meet you, so we can sacrifice them together..."
At this time, Yan Jun has become a demon and wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.
At this moment, a sword light passed by in the sky, pouring out like a hanging waterfall.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure came through the air holding a sword.
It was Ye Qingyu.
"Palace Master!"
Yan Jun's face became solemn and he asked: "Wish you live forever?"
