Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

It seems that the immortal cultivators on the earth did not go out of the earth, otherwise they should be able to see the starry sky in the immortal world.

Or maybe they walked out of the earth, but Anbu Tian and Taoist Cangsong did not walk out of the earth.

But all this is only Chen Mo's guess, no one knows what happened in that distant age.

Chen Mo looked at the resentment of Taoist Cangsong, and said lightly: "I am not an ancient descendant, I am an ordinary human being on earth. I really want to know what happened before you were alive that caused you to have such a powerful resentment!"

Taoist Cangsong's resentment can almost be hidden from the eyes of a group of warriors, making them mistakenly think that this is the real deity of Taoist Cangsong.

One can imagine how powerful this resentment should be!

Taoist Cangsong's grievance was not denied this time, but his face suddenly became extremely ugly, staring at the sky blankly, revealing a touch of memory.

"Since you are descended from ancient times, maybe you can give me an answer." Taoist Cangsong looked at Chen Mo, with a sudden look of expectation on his face.

"Then you have to tell me what happened first!" Chen Mo said blankly.

Taoist Cangsong seemed to think of something that made him extremely angry, and couldn't help raising his voice: "Back then, my strength has broken through the gods and become a fairy that everyone admires, but I know this is not the end, but just the beginning."

Breaking through the gods has just begun!

All the warriors were stunned. If the breakthrough to the gods is just the beginning, then what are they who have not even reached the master?

Chen Mo suddenly thought of a sentence that Mr. Jin once said: Wu enters the innate, and the practice begins.

Innate, that is, the gods in the mouth of the warriors. Many warriors don't understand this sentence, but if you combine Dao Cangsong's words today, the meaning of this sentence is already very clear.

However, the minds of the warriors are even more puzzled. The gods have not appeared for hundreds of years. If the gods are only the beginning of practice, wouldn't it be said that in the entire Chinese martial arts world, there is no martial artist who can be counted as a qualified practitioner!

What does the so-called practice mean?

Taoist Cangsong looked up at the dark top of the palace, his eyes were full of anger, and his voice was deeply unwilling: "I clearly saw that place, but I couldn't enter anyway. I don't know this is. Why, is it because God has closed the fairy gate?"

"Or, just closed the fairy gate to me?"

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" Taoist Cangsong roared to the sky, like crazy.

Chen Mo didn't know where he saw it, but Chen Mo felt that he certainly did not detach from the earth.

Taoist Cangsong is not a cultivator of immortality. Strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a warrior who is stronger than the ancient warrior. In the era he lived in, the level of cultivation has followed the standards of the warrior.

If he is a cultivator of immortality, above the **** realm, it should be the golden core, and even a cultivator of the golden core realm cannot detach from the earth.

"Where is he talking about?" Even Chen Mo was a little confused this time.

It seems that the earth is far from being as simple as it can be seen on the surface. If the earth had ever had a prosperous cultivating civilization, even if it had declined, it would not have fallen to the present level.

What is hiding in the dark?

"Where did you see it?" Chen Mo asked tentatively.

Taoist Cangsong's resentment suddenly looked at Chen Mo, with a look of disappointment: "Why, don't you even know? You are a descendant of ancient times! If you don't even know about it, it seems that the fairy gate is really closed!"

Chen Mo said: "The immortal gate is not closed, what you see is not the immortal world at all."

"Nonsense, that's the immortal world!" Taoist Cangsong retorted, with an angry expression on his face.

Chen Mo's face was plain, and he didn't argue with him, but said faintly: "Xian, there will never be a realm! The realm you can see is not a realm at all!"

"Xian, there is no realm!" Taoist Cangsong muttered to himself, seeming to understand.

"Boy, you are worthy of being a descendant of ancient times. Your realm is very high. Even if I was alive, I might not be as good as you." Taoist Cangsong said with a smile, but his smile was a little weird.

"However, since you are here, don't even think about going out!"

What do you mean?

The warriors were puzzled.

Chen Mo expressionlessly said, "What do you want to do?"

Taoist Cangsong said with a big smile: "Of course I killed you, absorbed your cultivation base, and then completed what I didn't do in my previous life!"

what!

Everyone was shocked!

Nie Xiaoqian asked suspiciously, "Chen Mo, what he meant is that after we absorb the cultivation base of these people, can we be resurrected?"

Chen Mo nodded: "It should mean that. However, he is dreaming!"

"Dreaming? Boy, since you're here, don't even think about going out alive!" Taoist Cangsong laughed sharply.

"Even when you were alive, I might not be afraid of you, let alone you are just a ray of resentment now." Chen Mo said coldly, his face a little disdainful.

"You are right, I may not be your opponent, but what if you add the sword formation left over here?" Taoist Cangsong smugly patted the jade on the seat, and the seat suddenly burst out. A golden light rose into the sky.

Countless fluorescent lights suddenly appeared in the dark palace, just like fireflies in the night sky.

But everyone knew that it would definitely not be fireflies, but countless sharp swords, countless sharp swords shining with cold light.

"Let you taste the power of this heart-biting sword formation!" Taoist Cangsong sat on the suspended grandmaster's chair and said with a sneer.

Chen Mo's expression was serious. The power of this sword formation was definitely not something that a warrior could arrange. It was probably a large formation left over by those immortal cultivators in ancient times.

It seems that this place is also the same as Yaowanggu, Taoist Cangsong is not the real master here, but dove occupying the magpie's nest.

The real master should be the An family in the spirit tower.

Chen Mo confessed to Nie Xiaoqian: "This sword formation is powerful, save your life at all costs!"

"En!" Nie Xiaoqian nodded solemnly.

"Boy, after killing you, I can slowly clean up these ordinary warriors. When the time comes, I can choose a good one to seize the house, and I can be resurrected." Taoist Cangsong said with a grimace.

Chen Mo said coldly: "It depends on whether you have that ability!"

"Go die!" Cangsong Dao's hand pointed, and countless sharp swords in mid-air immediately pierced Chen Mo.

These sharp swords are not ordinary soldiers, but sharp swords completely transformed from spiritual power, which can directly hurt people and souls.

If they were injured by these spiritual power swords, even Chen Mo would be severely injured.

"Be careful!" Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help exclaiming.

Chen Mo couldn't evade countless spiritual power swords, attacking indiscriminately.

Those spiritual power swords were all inserted into Chen Mo's body, and almost none of them fell through.

"Chen Mo!" Nie Xiaoqian shouted in horror.

Li Ze's face was solemn, and he seemed to be a little bit incredulous in his heart: "He, did he die like this?"

A touch of surprise appeared on Yang Mingyu's face: "It's really unexpected that you actually died here, so good!"