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Jiang Tong fell into deep thought, raised his chin slightly, and stared quietly at the large characters that were so imposing and full of sword intent.

This was beyond reason and expected.

For thousands of years, Huaguo has waited and hoped to see through, and there are only a handful of people who can really break through the shackles, take the last step of transforming into a god, and become a land god and fairyland.

For thousands of years, there have been endless geniuses and strong ones.

It is like Li Chongyang 800 years ago, Zhang Sanfeng 500 years ago, and the Great Witch God and Red Clothes Leader 300 years ago.

These people are all shocking and stunning, overwhelming the existence of an era.

But in the end, he was trapped in Huashen for life and death, and on the day of his birthday, he failed to take the last half step.

In the present world, the last terrestrial immortal born was Master Yujian thousands of years ago.

It seems that after a thousand years, the earth immortals disappeared and no one appeared again.

Standing in front of the huge palace that towers into the sky, Jiang Tong is as insignificant as a speck of dust, like a drop in the ocean.

"Such a big palace, I'm afraid how many local aborigines were used in the construction back then!" Jiang Tong sighed in his heart.

But no surprise.

Only with such a majestic momentum can he be worthy of the status of Master Yu Jian.

To the outside world, I'm afraid it will be considered the eighth wonder of the world.

It's a pity that in the endless years, this secret treasure of earth immortals has long been in decline.Many things turned to dust.

With a straight figure, Jiang Tong walked into the lobby step by step with his hands behind his back.

Where the eyes touched, there was nothing around, and there was a tall stone platform.The fierce swords on the left and right criss-crossed, pierced into the ground, and gathered into a sword mound.

At a glance, there are tens of thousands.

Compared with Qingzhou Jiang Jianyan's Tibetan Sword Xueding, how much stronger is it ten or twenty times?
Jiang Tong stared.

His eyes turned to an old man with his head and white beard sitting cross-legged on the stone platform with majestic features.

"This is... Master Yujian from thousands of years ago?" There was a mental wave in Jiang Tong's storage bag, and it was the ancestor of Hongmen.

Although his physical body was destroyed, his soul was collected by Jiang Tong in the Taihuang bell.But in the next few days, the ancestor will not really die.

The spiritual thoughts were released, and the scenes around the secret room immediately entered the ancestor's heart.

With a clear mind, Jiang Tong slapped the Taihuang Bell, which was too small for a palm, shot out from the storage bag, suspended around his body, and turned it around.

Inside the Taihuang Bell, a transparent figure can be vaguely seen, and the facial features are exactly the same as those of the ancestors of the Hongmen.

"how is this possible?"

The ancestor of the Hongmen opened his eyes, and when he saw the Taoist on the stone platform, his pupils shrank and he made a sound in shock.

Seeing this Taoist, the feather clothes starlight, the skin is like fat, and there is a faint light.The white hair and long beard also grew several feet long, hanging down from the stone platform and spreading all over the floor.

It seemed that the person in front of him hadn't died, but had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Only the ancestors of the Hongmen could be so shocked.

Jiang Tong said calmly: "He is already dead. In a thousand years, even if he lives another life, he should have passed away long ago."

"It's just that Master Yujian cultivated the body of the earth immortal, also known as the innate Taoist body. So after a thousand years of death, the physical body is still immortal, and the hair keeps growing."

The ancestors of the Hongmen seem to understand but do not understand.

Regarding the land gods, he only saw a few mentions in one classic.

The earth immortal, also known as the immortal in the world of mortals, is just like the literal meaning.Among mortals, it is already a god-like existence.

This kind of transformation no longer belongs to low-level life, but has reached a level that is clearly understood by the gods.

Calling a fairy is well deserved.

The Hongmen patriarch forgot himself, and put all his energy into this spacious secret room.

"The records in the classics are correct. In this world, the God of Transformation is not the end of martial arts. Above the God of Transformation, there is also the Land of Gods and Immortals. Unfortunately, as it is today, it has long been turned into a huge cage."

Jiang Tong frowned: "You can feel it too?"

The patriarch of the Hongmen pouted: "After being mastered in martial arts, a subtle connection can be established with the heaven and the earth. With a raised hand, you can spread the heaven and the earth and control the spiritual sea."

"At this time, you will find that in the world, apart from the thinness of spiritual energy day and night, there is still something missing."

"I don't know what to call this kind of thing, but I can feel that it is this missing thing that is the key factor to step into the earth immortal."

Jiang Tong nodded.

It was soon relieved that the ancestors of the Hongmen had been fascinated for many years, and their understanding of heaven and earth was naturally not comparable to that of Qi Shengjun who had just entered the fascination.

In the eyes of the world, it is believed that among Huashen, they have the same means and can be equal.

As everyone knows, the gap between Huashen is the biggest.

There are three realms, front, middle and back, one realm and one heaven.

This is not only about more or less mana, but also the perception of heaven and earth, and the meditation of the Dao.

The more you comprehend, the more you appreciate, and you can even kill several Huashen with the same cultivation level by yourself.

Just like Jiang Tong's metamorphosis in the middle stage, he was able to understate and kill the three great transformation gods without using many cards.

Such a gap can take 50 or 100 years to make up for.

Far from being like He Jin, even if you are in the early stage of He Jin, with the help of external forces such as large-caliber sniper rifles and armor-piercing bullets, you can kill a late He Jin.

The difference of one level of realm between Huashen cannot be made up with the help of external forces.

The ancestor of the Hongmen is now only half a step away from the middle stage of transformation.

But it was just this half step, compared with Jiang Tong, there was a world of difference.

"As long as you find the secret treasure of the Earth Immortal, you will have the opportunity to step into the Earth Immortal!"

The ancestor of the Hongmen's eyes were burning, but he quickly remembered something, and the bright eyes dimmed again.

Now, as a fish and meat, let Jiang Tong kill him, no matter how great the chance is, it has nothing to do with him.

Looking at the Taoist on the stone platform, a trace of sadness flashed across Jiang Tong's face.

Seems to have predicted his own end.

If he can't get out of this world, even if Jiang Tong steps into the land fairyland in the future.The final outcome will be the same as that of Master Yu Jian, who will eventually be trapped to death in the huge cage of heaven and earth.

Faced with the passage of time and the changes of the years, even Jiang Tong, who possesses all kinds of magical powers and martial arts, can only watch helplessly, unshakable.

Then Jiang Tong stretched out his hand and grasped a scroll of scriptures lying between Yujian's legs, and it flew from afar.

The material of the scriptures is peculiar, neither gold nor iron, and it is light in the hand, seemingly without a trace of weight.

But after a thousand years, it is still shiny and vivid.

"what is this?"

The ancestor of Hongmen had long forgotten about the destruction of his body, and his attention was instantly attracted by this volume of scriptures.

Spreading out the scriptures, there were no words or traces on them. As Jiang Tong probed into his spiritual thoughts, a piece of information suddenly fell into Jiang Tong's mind.

The scriptures are that Master Yujian's birthday is approaching, and it is difficult to find the method of transcendence. His mind is agitated, and he engraves it with his spiritual thoughts.

It recorded Master Yujian's life.

It was like a huge picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of Jiang Tong's eyes.

"My name is Yang Jinglan, and my name is Master Yujian. I was born in the third year of Xianping in the Northern Song Dynasty. I have studied literature since I was a child, but I have never been successful."

"Wrath, burning books and burying literature, traveling with a sword, like a wife, a son..."

Jiang Tong frowned tightly, as if he was infected by the owner of this scripture, and felt sad in his heart.

"This Yang Jinglan is a poor man!"