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Shushan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, filled with immortal energy, and there have been many legends about immortals since ancient times.

Somewhere in Bashu, Tilapia was walking in a dilapidated town, looking at the looming mountains shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance. Even after a few days, he was still a little confused.

How many times have I traveled through time, and except for the end of the spiritual cage, I have never seen such a dilapidated situation.

The people who occasionally walked by on both sides were all skinny, half-clothed, dirty, and their eyes were numb, as if they had no hope.

War, eternal war.

As Kesha said, the history of the earth's development is a history of war.

There is war, war, war everywhere!

If he hadn't checked the mission, he would have even suspected that he was not traveling through the world of immortals, but that he was traveling through history.

Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty. With such an embarrassing timeline, I ask you whether you are angry or not?

Not angry.

Tilapia said that it was trivial for Wang Mang to usurp the Han Dynasty.

Compared with his own mission time, Wang Mang's usurpation of the Han Dynasty was really a piece of cake.

Wang Mang's mere usurpation of the Han Dynasty is nothing compared to the Three Kingdoms era when the mission begins 200 years later.

For two hundred years, there was only one mission [A-level mission, Youquan Blood Demon vs. Shushan Immortals.]

You start a mission, and after two hundred years, it's completely different.

Two hundred years, a full two hundred years, according to the current marriage age, more than ten generations.

Ignoring the strange looks from pedestrians on both sides, Tilapia, dressed in black and out of tune with the common people, walked out of the dilapidated town resolutely.

It is said that the town feels wronged here, but it is obviously a small county town.

Unfortunately, a large part of the city wall fell down. From a tilapia perspective, calling this a town would be an understatement.

The broken town is not as big as Huangcun where he was born, so what kind of county town is it?

Walking on the muddy path, we walked all the way towards the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

There, it was his goal, a blessed land for cultivating immortals.

Leaving the town and walking less than ten miles, you can see endless desolation as far as the eye can see.

If it were not for the deepening of spiritual practice and the experience of the apocalyptic scene of the spirit cage world, timid people would not even dare to move forward.

There are very few farmlands, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally you can see a few bones in the grass on the roadside.

"The road is frozen to death, and there is no rooster crow for a thousand miles. I have gained a lot of experience."

Compared with here, the world of youth and the world in the snow, don't be too happy." Tilapia's emotion was not over yet, the sound of rapid footsteps could be heard in the distance.

A group of men in rough clothes and linen, who were much stronger than the urban residents, each holding a sword, surrounded Tilapia in an instant.

"kill."

No reason was given, no identity was revealed, and as the leading man drew his sword from his waist, a group of people roared towards Tilapia.

The war was in turmoil and the people could not survive, so certain professions came into being.

Pan Dao, in this era, we don't pay much attention to secret codes.

When it comes to killing and stealing, what matters is speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. Where does this nonsense come from?

Facing a group of bandits, Tilapia was not surprised at all. Instead, he calmly raised his hand and snatched the sword from the strong man's hand in an instant.

There are many chips and rust on both sides of the sword, and dried blood stains can also be seen.

Hold the sword, raise your hands, and seal your throat.

Blood splattered everywhere, and within five minutes, the screams stopped.

The ground underfoot was stained red with blood, the soil was soaked with blood, and dozens of bandits died.

It is true that he cultivates his moral character. Luo is not a saint, let alone a white lotus. He is not in the mood to play with a group of bandits and put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

The blood-stained sword was thrown away casually, without any emotion in his eyes, he stepped forward and continued walking forward.

After walking for a day, the destination was mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was no path under our feet.

The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to reach the blue sky.

Tilapia has never thought about flying. Being down-to-earth is not a kind of spiritual practice.

If you fly too much, people will float, which is not good after all.

Raising his hands to pry open the weeds that were half a person's height, he saw the roots of trees growing out of the ground and the branches of the big trees.

Passing along the gap between the branches and roots, stepping on a layer of rotten leaves on the ground, Tilapia continued to move forward despite the hardships.

They built roads when encountering mountains and built bridges when encountering water. Only when the afterglow of the setting sun was no longer visible did the tilapia jump to a large branch with a few people to hug it and rest.

Over the past two hundred years, he has not been in a hurry and has been more patient in polishing himself.

Looking at the stars above through the sparse branches and leaves, I raised my hand to grab a venomous snake several meters long and the tilapia held its head.

"Go..." He raised his hand and threw it, and the venomous snake that had just targeted him accurately passed through the gaps between countless large branches and flew several hundred meters away.

"Well, I always feel that this Shushan is very different from the real Shushan." Throwing the poisonous snake several hundred meters away, the tilapia lazily leaned against the tree trunk.

It is wrong to say that this place is different from reality.

It would still be wrong to say that this is the same as reality.

Sighing quietly, the tilapia stared blankly at the sky through the sparse branches and leaves.

Until...the stream of light pierced the sky, and the lazy Luo sat upright, jumped through the canopy of the tree, and looked straight into the distance.

This is the world of cultivating immortals, and there is that monster, the white-browed old man. Before he saw anyone, he was not sure what level he was in in this world.

The flow of light that had just flown by was slightly inferior to his own, and Luo did not dare to investigate directly.

Whether or not to fight is one thing. For the mission two hundred years later, who knows if the person just now is a plot character.

"Why don't you... follow me and have a look?" He pinched his chin and thought for three seconds. Tilapia disappeared, his breath converged, and he hung several kilometers behind Liu Guang.

As soon as he walked through it, he could tell by his smell that it was bloody, murderous, and cold. Even if he thought about Tilapia with his toes, he knew that the other party was definitely not a kind person.

"Fuck you, you old monster from Youquan." He looked at the stream of light turning into countless small skulls, which formed a large skull, smashed several mountains in a row, and finally passed through a woman's body, taking away all her blood and essence.

Tilapia was completely stunned.

"Is it such a coincidence that we just happen to catch up with the beginning of the plot?" He cursed in his heart, and the invisible Tilapia began to mentally calculate his chances of winning when facing Youquan.

The Shushan World Spell is very magical. As long as there is a residual soul, the physical body can be recreated with the help of the spell. To be honest, Luo is not sure.

The main reason is that he has never fought before and he doesn't know if he can do better than others.

The realms are similar, the mana reserves, and the Tilapias who practice Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique are far superior to practitioners of the same realm.

Not to mention those in the same realm, even if they cross realms, they are not without the ability to fight.

The main problem is that the various spells used by practitioners in this world are too magical, and he doesn't know if he can crack them.

"What are you thinking about? It's just a Youquan Blood Demon.

You are a sword cultivator, there is nothing wrong with one person and one sword." After regaining consciousness, Tilapia shook his head and reminded himself with a wry smile.

Seeing a figure jumping several times and running to the woman's side, Tilapia knew that he was the protagonist of this world, the owner of the Sun Gold Wheel, Moon Gold Wheel and the future Nanmingli Fire Sword.

In this world, Kunlun pays attention to the sun and the moon to determine the yin and yang. There has always been one master and one apprentice, one male and one female.

Men hold the Sun Golden Wheel, and women hold the Moon Golden Wheel.

It is this kind of weird sect rules that make Kunlun's masters and disciples very strange.

Master Gu Yue likes his master, but he is also entangled with his apprentice.

In modern terms, every disciple of the Kunlun Sect will be a link between the past and the next at a certain stage.

He likes his master, but is ambiguous with his apprentice. Master and apprentice kill each other.

There is no way, one man and one woman, one yin and one yang, an eternal two-person sect.

Among practitioners, single men and women have been in contact for hundreds and thousands of years. It is surprising that there is such a weird master's rules.
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