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Latest website: "However, besides the human race, there is also the world of gods."

"Yes, there are gods in this world..."

"I've seen..."

"That old gentleman. He is a real god, he came to see me."

He knelt on the ground, muttering to himself, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the sky.

"God!"

"If you can hear Xiaomin's voice!"

"Please."

"Xiaomin is peaceful, I beg you here!"

"Save us!"

"Save Changguo!"

The peaceful prayers are not very loud.

He didn't know if he could be heard by the gods.

There were some devout old people around, kneeling down with him, praying.

Before I knew it, snow fell.

Snowing.

This surprised people a little.

It's only November now.

This snow fell a bit early.

The snow grew quickly.

Countless snowflakes flew down from the sky, covering the space between the sky and the earth with a layer of mist and gauze.

In the blizzard, someone stepped on the snow.

Not on the ground, but in the air.

Countless snowflakes supported his body, slowly falling from the sky.

"Peace."

Wen Ling wore the clothes he wore when he was in Jing, stepping on snowflakes and falling to the ground.

At that time, Jing State had just been established, and the style of clothing was similar to that of Yan State.

Yan Guo's style is rather gorgeous and cumbersome.

The wind and snow stirred his clothes.

The wide robe and big sleeves, worn on Wen Ling, matched his temperament, it was really a fairy style.

Pinghe wanted to get up, but he didn't have much strength, so he had to salute:

"Master Tenshin."

He called out, and at the same time,

"I am not a god, peace." Wen Ling smiled softly, "Perhaps, you have heard my name in the book. My name is Wen Ling. I am from Jing Guo in ancient times."

The calm expression was stunned for a while, and then, almost forgetting the fatigue, he straightened up and asked anxiously:

"Wen Ling...is the sage Wen who founded the Taoist Academy and is known as the ancestor of the Taoist school?"

"Tao, I inherited it. A saint, but you don't need to call it. That's the Confucian name."

Wen Ling's eyes were far away, with a little nostalgia.

He looked at Pinghe again and said:

"Tao is a discipline of cultivation. Going further up in cultivation is immortal. Peace, I am not a god, but an immortal. I am not a **** in the heavens, but an immortal in the immortal world. My immortal name is, the true king of inspiration. ."

His fingers ran across the air.

The blue light formed two words in the air.

God.

Cents.

"God, it's beside Shizi."

Wen Ling pointed to the text and explained.

"And immortal, it's next to the character."

"God is an ancient existence outside the human world that accepts worship."

"Xiang, but it's made by man's practice."

He walked towards peace.

"Peace, people can't just live insignificantly, people can practice, and people can become immortals. If I give you a chance, do you intend to find a way to become immortal?"

Peaceful body, stood up from the ground unconsciously.

His already exhausted body, at this moment, had forgotten the fatigue, and was deeply attracted by Wen Ling's words.

"If a person becomes an immortal, can he be like a husband?"

"The immortal can move mountains and seas, change the world and the earth." Wen Ling said, "but it requires people to have the consciousness to abandon everything, the unparalleled determination, and the unshakable belief of tens of thousands of people..."

"And... assiduous practice, chance of becoming immortal."

Peacefully walked to Wen Ling.

"True monarch, please teach me!"

"You can teach me how to become a fairy, right!"

Speaking peacefully and pleadingly, as if travelers in the desert saw the only oasis, and as if the residents in the dark saw the first rays of light.

Wen Ling nodded slightly.

"Pray to the great being, be peaceful, and beg him to give you this opportunity."

Wen Ling looked into the sky through the wind and snow.

He doesn't know where his master is now, but he knows that the master will pay attention to them.

Peaceful and a little confused.

He put his hands on his chest and made one of the most commonly used prayer gestures among humans.

"Great existence, whether you are a god, an immortal, or a devil, please..."

"Give me a chance to practice and become immortal."

"I am willing to do my best for this opportunity!"

The voice just fell.

The snow stopped.

Wen Ling and Pinghe had disappeared.

The people onlookers around realized that they had just seen a miracle.

No, not a miracle.

According to the old man, it is a fairy trail!

Their ideas were shocked and they learned brand-new concepts.

In addition to gods, there are immortals, gods have been gods since ancient times, but immortals come from man's cultivation.

And Pinghe was taken away by the fairy!

Everyone couldn't help but bow down to the ground, praying to the gods.

They all hope that Pinghe really can practice as the old immortal said to become an immortal.

If anyone in this world can transcend the world and become an immortal.

Well, it's best to be a good person like Doctor Ping!

People prayed like this.

...

A flower in front of Pinghe's eyes, when he saw clearly again, he had come to a new place with Wen Ling.

It was a little deserted, and there was a high mountain next to it. The mountain was very high and covered with white snow.

"Peace." Wen Ling's expression was a little serious. "It is very difficult for a person to become an immortal. It has to go through many tribulations, and your tribulations are not enough. Therefore, the great existence prepares you for the final test. "

"You have to rely on your own strength to climb this mountain."

"On the top of this mountain, you can get the chance to practice and become immortal."

Nodded peacefully.

"I see, Wen Zhenjun, thank you."

He looked up at the top of the mountain.

The distant top of the mountain is like illusion.

"I will climb up."

"But your body is very tired. The spirit is also very bad."

Wen Ling took out a red bead from his sleeve.

"Come, take this."

"Let it heal your wounds and provide you with life force."

Thank you for peace and kindness.

He took the red pearl that was lost and recovered, and he was full of emotion in his heart.

This bead, after going through hardships, there is still a day to see it again.

This is the power of the fairy.

Ping He secretly swears in his heart ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ before the fairy takes it back, he will never lose the red beads again.

After bidding farewell to Wen Ling, Pinghe began to climb up the mountain.

This is a barren mountain, and there is no artificial road on the mountain. Fortunately, the **** is not steep at the beginning. You can still walk up to find some good places to walk.

Walking peacefully and briskly.

Hong Zhu's "life energy" was turned on by him, and his fatigue gradually disappeared under the light red light, and his body felt full of vitality again.

When I came to one third of the mountain, the wall gradually became steep, and the road gradually turned from a soil **** to a rock.

There is not much vegetation on the mountain, so I can only find some protruding rocks to grasp it, and climb up with hands and feet on the ground.

In this way, the speed is greatly affected.

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