The Mortal Immortal

Even if he closed his eyes tightly, Taoist Changyuan could still feel the holy light in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaofang's vague voice continued to echo in his ears, and the voice gradually changed from vague to clear, and gradually became deafening.

"Master! Wake up! Stop sleeping!"

"Wake up!"

"Why are you making such a fuss! My ears have been blown by your noise."

Taoist Changyuan, who was sleeping on Xiaofang's lap, sat up straight. At this moment, the perfect feeling of the Mahayana period made Taoist Changyuan feel ecstatic. The mystery of the Xuantian realm made him unable to control himself! The most important thing is that his incomplete soul finally recovered! He is no longer an incarnation! The dignity of the main body has truly been restored!

The secrets have been recorded for 200,000 years. Changyuan Taoist's secrets have long been unfathomable, but due to his realm, he cannot be released. Now that the Mahayana realm is open to Taoist Changyuan, his level of cultivation is like a flood that has opened its floodgates. The tide is flat and wide on both sides.

Taoist Changyuan immediately opened his clear eyes and looked around.

The dazzling holy light even hurt his clear eyes, but in the field of vision surrounded by clear eyes, Taoist Changyuan could clearly see where he was.

Even though Taoist Changyuan was unconscious before, he still knew that he was now inside the Immortal Palace. However, this is a pure and white world, surrounded by white space that extends to infinity. It is not the interior of a palace as imagined, but a very strange space.

In this space, there is a huge square building floating. The surface of the huge square building is similar to a checkerboard pattern. It’s dazzling when you look at it from a distance!

Taoist Changyuan narrowed his sight distance, and then he saw the square building clearly.

It turns out that the huge square is not a so-called building, but a special three-dimensional structure that supports the bookstores. Each grid is a bookstore, which contains a vast number of books.

"Could it be the Immortal Palace's collection of Immortal Laws?"

Taoist Changyuan rubbed his hands, excited.

He felt that the books collected by the Immortal Palace must contain the peerless immortal arts. If he could learn all these peerless immortal arts, then Taoist Changyuan would be invincible in the spiritual world. By then, beating Shu Han and marrying Xue Ji are all a matter of course!

But suddenly, Taoist Changyuan's long sleeves fluttered, and golden pages flying out of his sleeves one after another. The golden pages shone, as if he had been summoned by something.

Just as Taoist Changyuan wanted to reach out and catch the floating golden page, the golden page rose into the sky at an extremely fast speed. Taoist Changyuan looked along the trace of the golden page and saw the source of the holy light inside the Immortal Palace.

The dazzling sun hanging high above our heads.

The golden page disappeared into the sun.

"What it is?!"

After Qing Lingming's eyes got used to such a dazzling light, Taoist Changyuan quickly narrowed his sight distance to observe where the eight golden pages had gone. But when he saw the bright sun clearly, his pupils suddenly dilated, revealing an extremely incredible look.

"That something!"

"Why so many gold pages!"

Following Qing Lingming's sight, the big sun magnified in Taoist Changyuan's eyes, and he saw countless sparkling Taoist golden scrolls surrounding each other in a spherical shape. Countless golden scrolls shine together, so there is such a dazzling holy light.

Xiaofang was also very surprised: "There are so many volumes in "The Golden Scroll"!"

“Got to see it!”

Taoist Changyuan was so excited that he wanted to soar into the sky and take a look at the contents of the many golden scrolls.

But suddenly, a majestic sound resounded throughout the space.

"Young descendant, welcome to Dao Dao Immortal Palace. You are the 8957th successor of Dao Dao Immortal Palace. I hope you can live up to the trust and surpass the 8956 people in front of you to complete the question. The mission of Daoxiangong.”

Accompanied by a loud voice, a handsome man swaying a feather fan appeared in front of Taoist Changyuan. Taoist Changyuan Qing Ling scanned the man carefully, but could not detect any fluctuations in spiritual power. This man appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"Who are you? What is your mission?"

"who I am?"

The man laughed and said: "I am a memory, a ghost, a big dream... I am not me, nor anyone..."

Taoist Changyuan's face twitched.

"Then what the hell are you?"

"You can understand it this way. I am a kind of magic that operates on its own. It is the memory that protects this fairy palace. Of course, I still have my own thoughts and my own thinking." The man shook his feather fan and smiled: "Of course, You may have heard of my name..."

The man's eyes narrowed.

"Strong wind."

Taoist Changyuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiaofang who was standing aside, and asked via voice transmission: "Xiaofang, have you ever heard of Liefeng?"

"I've never heard of it, Master."

"I haven't heard of it either, but how can he act like everyone knows this name."

"Who knew, this person seems to be very good at pretending."

"I think so too! But I think it's better to cater to her. After all, it's something in the Immortal Palace that we can't afford to offend."

At this moment, Liefeng's cheeks twitched.

Taoist Changyuan bowed respectfully: "It turns out to be Senior Liefeng, whom I have admired for a long time!"

"Have you really never heard of Gale?"

The man looked excited.

"I've heard of it! The name of Lifeng is like thunder, resounding through the sky. Who in the world doesn't know the name of Lifeng? The admiration of the younger generation for the senior is like the endless stream of a torrential river!"

"What the hell are you talking about! I heard all your transmissions! What are you yelling for!"

Taoist Changyuan was a little embarrassed.

"How can senior eavesdrop on the sound transmission..."

"But I really haven't heard of it, sorry."

The man said madly: "Have you never heard of the name of Liefeng Immortal King? The youngest Immortal King in history! A well-known existence in the True Immortal Realm!"

If Shu Han was present, he would definitely know the name of Liefeng, because he had seen the immortal tablet of Liefeng Immortal King among the immortal kings and immortal positions above the heavens.

"Immortal King!"

Changyuan Taoist realized that he had met an extraordinary person.

He hurriedly apologized: "My Lord Immortal King, please forgive me for my short-sightedness and my failure to recognize the great man. It's just that I was born in the spirit world and have never been to the True Immortal Realm. I have never seen a true immortal. Naturally, I have no way of knowing your name, my Lord Immortal King!"

"It shouldn't be!"

Liefeng Immortal King still said in confusion: "The last person who came in was also a person from the spirit world. He knew my name, but you don't know? In just a million years, my name has been buried like this?"

"Ah!"

Changyuan Taoist was very confused.

Has someone come to the Immortal Palace a million years ago?

He stared, could it be the chief priest of the Yuming tribe!

But he was also confused.

"It's really a ghost. In the spirit world, not to mention a million years, even tens of millions of years have not seen any trace of a true immortal. Who knows the name of the Ghost Wind Immortal King if he hasn't seen a true immortal. Could it be that I, Chang Yuan, am really shallow?"