After Gu An taught Xiao Lan the way to awaken the Hunyuan body of Taichu, he did not ask the Xiao family genius.

Xiao Lan didn't expect him to worry about it himself. It was enough to get this method. Afterwards, she stopped mentioning this matter, but took Gu An to continue to visit the Xiao family.

Now the Xiao family is dominant, and there are quite a change every hundred years. She knows that Gu An likes to wander, so she plans to take Gu An for a walk. If Gu An likes this place, she will come often in the future.

When the two left, in the square, a young man in white opened his eyes and looked at the magnificent palace ahead.

"Strange, was the feeling just now an illusion?"

The boy in white murmured to himself. He looked around, then closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

As time goes by, Gu An has spent all his time relaxing except for the fixed monthly herb picking plan. He even turned into a mortal and went to the world to play.

He has been a farmer, a scholar, fishing on the coast, hunting in the mountains, and also served as a powerful minister in the court, making trouble. Every identity will end. He will not maintain cause and effect with anyone, nor will he reveal his identity as an immortal cultivator.

In this way, 800,000 years have passed quickly after he inherited Gu Xuanyou's memory.

Eighty-hundred thousand years have passed, and the battle between the emperor has completely broken out. Those powerful worlds are the first to be hit and become a battlefield. The fortune of heaven has also begun to spread, affecting more and more big worlds, and the world of Tianling cannot escape this storm.

More and more geniuses were born in the Tianling World, and even several physical constitutions that were not inferior to the Taichu Hunyuan body. The growth rate of geniuses can verify the foundation of the sect, and the collision between geniuses will also become an excuse for ambitious people.

The friction between the nine sects in the world will become increasingly greater. There is no eternal peace. For many strong people, peace is bound by them. They are dormant, waiting for opportunities to stir up the world.

This year, Gu An rarely held the Spring Festival in Wushi Taoist Temple. With An Zizai's hosting, the Spring Festival was very lively. This was the first time some four generations of disciples drank with Gu An and were so excited.

At the spring banquet, Gu An agreed that the fourth generation of disciples could start to accept disciples. The standard was the same as the previous three generations of disciples. Only one disciple could be accepted, and the third generation of disciples could be accepted as a second disciple from now on, which made the disciples even happier.

They were full of affection for Wushi, and naturally hoped Wushi would become stronger and stronger. Wushi's feet were the Nine Spirit Continent, with outstanding people and powerful people. When they raised their arms and shouted, many people had to kneel in front of the temple. From time to time, they were short of the source of genius, and what they lacked was Gu An's mouth.

Evening is coming.

Gu An shook the wine pot and looked at the sunset. A shocking battle reflected in his eyes. One world is invading the other world. The continuous stream of creatures crossed the void, even if they were torn to pieces, they would never stop.

"Master, I wrote a list and recorded all the disciples. Do you think?"

Anxin came to Gu An's side and sat down, and said softly.

Gu An had restrictions on the acquisition of disciples of the third generation and fourth generation, but no disciples of the second generation. Now the number of disciples in Wushi has exceeded 150, and the smallest disciple has grown up. If you go out, you can stand alone.

Of course, if you want to leave Wuchu, you must at least practice into a free fairyland.

Gu An took the roster, opened it with one hand, and carefully looked at it. What he saw mainly the words of peace of mind, and the words could see through the depth of the meaning of the Tao and the mood when writing.

"Master, if the dispute between the emperor affects the great world of Tianling, can you give the disciples a chance to temper them?" An Xin smiled and asked softly when she saw Gu An was in a good mood today.

In addition to immortality, cultivation is essentially about being stronger than others. After practicing for millions of years, it can only be discussed with fellow disciples, which makes the disciples feel bored. They also want to kill demons and eliminate demons and save the people, just like the stories written in Gu An's book.

Anxin also wants to do something so that what you learn can be used to.

"Okay, you can arrange it then."

Gu An glanced at An Xin and replied with a smile. His words made An Xin uneasy, and she was afraid that Gu An would be angry.

"Master, if you don't want us to do this, we can't go out." An Xin hurriedly expressed her opinion.

Gu An smiled helplessly and said, "I won't be circling with you. Since I let go, I must really agree."

After listening to Anxin, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Somehow, in recent millions of years, she felt that her master was becoming more and more majestic. Although she would still smile on her face, the pressure brought by that extraordinary temperament was increasing day by day. She was like this, let alone other disciples.

Gu An listened to her thoughts and did not explain.

He is too lazy to care about what others think. Even if he is nervous when facing him, he will not harm the people around him, and nervousness will not affect anything.

He is thinking about something now, when will he break through?

Now he has a lifespan of 1,116 trillion years, which is very large, but he always feels that it is not stable enough to use it to break through.

Of course, if he was asked to wait for ten trillion years, he wouldn't be able to wait.

After listening to Gu An's words, Anxin felt that she was over-thinking and began to speculate on what the master was thinking.

The master is not a stingy person. He either agrees or refuses, and never lets his disciples guess.

Then, she toasted Gu An with a glass of wine and bowed and said goodbye.

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In the torn dark void, there are figures of creatures fighting everywhere. Looking around, there are more than stars, which is shocking. Various explosions continue to appear from all directions, and there are also time and space twisting, and mysterious phantoms travel through the darkness.

Zhang Buku, wearing silver armor, was also fighting. He held a spear in his hand, and his aura was as powerful as a rainbow. No one could stop him. His eyes were staring at the mysterious giant shadow in the distance.

Magical Qilin!

Zhang Buku didn't know the name of this demon, and could not see the true body of this demon clearly. He could only see the scarlet eyes of the demon Luo Qilin. He was secretly shocked.

What a terrible demon!

The momentum is even stronger than that of the Heavenly God!

He was full of confusion. How could the emperor drive away such evil demons to fight for him? Does the Heavenly Court ignore it?

Although he is a heavenly soldier and has the identity of an immortal god, he is not even qualified to enter the heavenly court. Sometimes when he thinks of this, he will feel bitter, and after the bitterness, he will have greater fighting spirit.

He must step onto the stairs of heaven, he wants to go to the heavenly court!

Zhang Buku's eyes became firm, he put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then killed in the direction of Mo Luo Qilin.

The battle between the emperor has begun. Their mission is to capture this vast world. As pioneers, they cannot retreat. The luck of the Heavenly Court can prevent them from dying. Since they will not die, no matter how strong the other party is, he will be brave and fearless.

Many heavenly soldiers who had the same idea as him were trying to kill the Mo Luo Qilin.
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