Time continues to pass quickly, and heroes continue to emerge in the long river of time. Some fail to sink into the sand, while others are still moving forward.

The chaotic world background is extremely painful for all spirits, but for many immortal cultivators, this is a rare opportunity, but the opportunities that need to be fought for often hide the abyss representing death behind it.

More than one million years have passed.

Gu An, who is already 1,156,000 years old, is guiding a seven-generation disciple to practice.

That's right, Wushi has already appeared in the seventh generation. Anyway, he has been appointed as a disciple to accept disciples, so Gu An did not restrict the disciples from the latter. He asked only one, only one person, and then he would talk about the second disciple when the disciple became successful.

Although Wushi did not fight with the world, the gate of All Realms was majestic and upright, representing the pride of all disciples. Without Gu An's instructions, they were very strict in accepting disciples. Ordinary geniuses could not attract their eyes at all. If they wanted to, they had to obtain qualifications that could compete for the first place in their peers.

Duan Li was very excited. He didn't expect that he could be attracted by the ancestor Wuqiu today and he had to give him some advice. He was so excited that he even felt dizzy. He didn't hear many of Gu An's words clearly, and his mind was as slurry as he was.

Gu An was helpless. Why was this kid so excited? He didn't hear many words clearly and dared to respond to him.

"If you don't calm down, I'm leaving." Gu An said with a stern face, awakening Duan Li in an instant.

What am I doing!

Duan Li was sweating coldly and said tremblingly: "Master, I was wrong. I was just too excited. I really didn't mean it-"

He was so anxious that he almost cried.

For example, in the Wushi Temple for decades, he had only met Gu An several times. This was his first time talking to Gu An, and he was also guiding him to practice. If Gu An was dissatisfied, his master, master, and grand master would probably not forgive him.

"Let's do this, I'll pass on you a brand new set of martial arts, how about it?" Gu An suddenly said.

Duan Li dared not refuse, so he hurriedly thanked Gu An.

Gu An let Duan Li kneel down. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Duan Li's forehead. Duan Li's eyes raised, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he fell into shame.

Gu An stopped, bypassed him, and walked out of the dojo. Today he should pick mature herbs.

Half an hour passed, Duan Li trembled all over and woke up from a dream. He quickly stood up, looked around and called for the ancestor.

"What's the matter with this? You can just shout at the ancestor?"

An impatient voice came, and a figure walked out from the depths of the woods. When Duan Li saw the person's face clearly, his face changed drastically and he quickly bent down to salute.

"Master Lu!"

Duan Li said respectfully, his body tense.

Lu Xian walked up to him and asked with an unhappy look: "Why are you calling for the ancestor?"

Today, when he was free, he wanted to go around and came to this woods by a devil. He had no deep impression of Duan Li, but only remembered that he was a seventh generation of disciples. After all, there were already a large number of disciples in the beginning.

"The ancestor passed on me a martial arts, and I want to thank him." Duan Li answered truthfully. There was no precedent for his fellow disciples to be killed in the beginning of time, so Duan Li was not in a position to defend himself against his teacher. He would say whatever the master asked.

"oh?"

Lu Xian raised his eyebrows. He believed Duan Li would not talk nonsense. After all, this is the temple of Wushi Temple. However, the master has not accepted disciples for many years, and he will not guide his disciples to practice.

Is this son different from ordinary people?

Duan Li was uncomfortable when he saw him. He wanted to escape from this place, but he did not dare to offend Lu Xian.

Lu Xian couldn't see what Duan Li was special, so he asked casually: "What is the name of your martial arts master telling you?"

The master has created many skills, and from different skills, we can infer how much the master values ​​this son.

"It's called the magical skill of rebelling life." Duan Li replied carefully.

The magical power of rebellion!

Lu Xian was stunned and stood there.

Isn’t this technique practiced by his father Lu Baitian?

His father had been dead for a long time, and on weekdays, he wouldn't even think of his father.

From childhood to adulthood, he had other souls hidden in his body and was full of hatred for his father's alienation. He even wanted to kill his father with his own hands, but later, he gradually saw it clearly.

Because he was busy strolling around, he missed his father's funeral. He seemed to be careless, but in fact he was left with a thorn in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the master still remembered his father Lu Xian. I thought that a long time ago, Lu Baitian often discussed with him how to train Gu An as the next sect leader. Those years have passed since then. He almost forgot the specific situation at that time, and his father's face has become blurred.

"Master Lu? What's wrong with you?"

Duan Li asked nervously, his heart was uneasy. Is there any big source of the magical skill of despair?

He believed that the ancestor would not harm him, but he was afraid that this skill would be too great and he could not bear it.

When Lu Xian came back to his senses, he showed a complicated smile and said, "It's nothing, practice hard, you can get the true teachings of Master. You have a great fortune, but you must cherish them. If you insult this technique, I will be the first to let you go."

Duan Li's legs trembled, and Lu Xian shook his head and laughed, then turned around and left.

He had to go back and think about the past carefully to avoid forgetting his way.

Lu Xian suddenly understood why his master always likes to be dazed, perhaps just recalling the past and allowing himself to always remember who he is.

In the days that followed, the news that Duan Lide Gu An's teachings spread throughout the temple, which made all the disciples curious. Even the second-generation disciples summoned him to see what kind of talent and understanding he had.

Unfortunately, Duan Li did not show his talent higher than other disciples, but the disciples were not disappointed, but were more looking forward to it.

It is impossible for a master to misjudgment. Even if this person is not talented and can be remembered by his master, he will definitely be outstanding in the future.

In this way, ten years passed quickly.

Since passing on the power to Duan Li, Gu An has not gone to find him again.

Early this morning, he heard a powerful man shouting at Wuquan Daoshan to preach. He was interested and prepared to go and listen.

This powerful man is a great immortal of Taoism. He has a profound Taoism. He will never suffer any loss when listening to Taoism.

However, Gu An's original deity had to pick herbs, so he sent a clone to suppress his cultivation to the Kaitian Daluo Immortal Realm.

The clone was extremely fast and soon entered the realm of Infinite Dao Mountain.

In the dark world, the majestic Dao Mountains appear and appear in the heavy spiritual fog, mysterious and solemn.

Gu An flew towards an old acquaintance. It was Hongyazi who he had met before. Hongyazi was very enthusiastic about him at that time and brought him to make many fellow Taoists. Now Hongyazi is here, so he naturally wants to meet him.

When he came to the powerful Taoist mountain of the preaching, Gu An soon saw Hongyazi. Just like before, he was reminiscing about the past with several monks, chatting and laughing, which was so pleasant.
Chapter completed!