Miaomu naturally did not dare to expose the palace master. She turned to look at the portrait. It was indeed tragic, but it was different from the living immortal she knew.

Fairy Taiyin rolled up her sleeves, held a brush in her hand, and said: "Yu'er, tell me in detail the day you went to ask for immortality. I want to draw a remake."

"All right."

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Zhenmo Peak was originally an unknown mountain peak, but it got its name due to the appearance of Mo Yuan.

At first it was called the Holy Mountain, which meant the mountain leading to the world of the Holy Saint and the Sage. This was indeed the case a few decades ago, but since Mo Yuan revealed his true face, this name has also disappeared, and was replaced by the word "Suppress the Demon".

As its name suggests, the mountain suppresses demons.

It has been more than 20 years since the Immortal suppressed Demon Abyss here. People in the world have long forgotten the horror of the day when Demon Abyss was born and the sky was stained with red. That kind of throbbing from heaven and earth can make all monks remember it for a lifetime.

The strange phenomena in heaven and earth will cause great chaos.

Faced with such a situation, the spiritual world is divided into two factions, the repressive faction and the absconding faction.

The former are headed by big sects such as Shangqing Palace and Tianjian Sect. They have deep foundations and strong strength, and they cannot sit still and wait for death. The latter are mostly small and medium-sized sects and casual cultivators. Almost all sects and monks who have the conditions have gone into secret realms to escape from the world.

There is no condition to escape to the mountains and overseas.

When all the big sects are jointly discussing how to suppress Mo Yuan, when countless small and medium-sized sects are busy moving, when all the elixirs are sold out in the practice market. When everyone is frightened, Mo Yuan will not

The unexpected happened.

Then Taoist Changsheng slapped him back, and took the Heavenly Sword and cut it into several pieces.

That day, the powerful practitioners who gathered in Shangqing Palace to discuss how to suppress the Demonic Abyss were extremely embarrassed. They seemed to be jumping up and down like clowns. The powerful practitioners who had previously made insinuations about Taoist Changsheng even turned red in the face and wished they could find a way to get in.

It’s not that they are shy, it’s just that there is no harm if there is no comparison.

They looked like they were fighting to the end, and they were all ready to fall. Taoist Changsheng just slapped them back.

In the next 20 years, the Demonic Abyss was always shrouded in thunder, and the constant roaring thunder and the Supreme Sword Intent wiped out the Demonic Abyss bit by bit.

It was also from this time that Taoist Changsheng had another name: Changsheng Immortal. People all over the world recognized him, and he was comparable to the Sword Immortal from thousands of years ago.

As for the living immortal, that will be called him hundreds of years later, when the spiritual world realizes that he will not die of old age.

Immortality is real immortality, not a name.

In the Demon-Suppressing Peak, due to being infected by scattered Demonic Abyss fragments, not a single blade of grass grows here, and the soil is always exuding a deadly poisonous miasma.

Even if a Jindanqi is not careful while walking in it, he will be killed on the spot.

A woman in green clothes walked among them, coughing up some blood from time to time. She was obviously a monk at the Golden Core stage, but she looked like an old man on the verge of death.

Miaomu didn't dare to fly here, because the secret realm fragments in the void here were disordered, and he accidentally crashed into the devil's abyss.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Suddenly the space was distorted, and in one step she was on top of the mountain.

Miaomu met a Taoist. He was wearing a simple Taoist robe, with his long hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he smelled like an ordinary person.

In front of him, countless pieces of flesh exuding terrifying auras fell, including the aura of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Zheng!

There was a crisp sword cry, and the simple Heavenly Sword fell into the hands of the Taoist.

His fingertips lightly brushed the blade of the sword, and without looking back he asked in a calm voice: "Do you remember that you are Miao Mu? What are you doing here?"

With a plop, Miaomu knelt on the ground and said with a hint of crying in his voice: "Please the immortal to save the palace master, her true spirit has collapsed, I am afraid she only has a few years to live."

"How to save?" The Taoist's face was still as calm as usual, as if he didn't care much about the Palace Master of the Moon Palace who had been with him for hundreds of years.

"It's her own business to overcome the tribulation. If she doesn't have the heart to follow the Tao and the courage to fight for her life, even I can't help her. Rabbit's foundation is a bit poor, but his understanding is not bad. Go back and tell her

, you have to overcome the calamity by yourself, don’t take chances.”

"."

Miaomu didn't expect Sento to be so indifferent, but at this point she couldn't change anything, so she could only turn around and leave.

The Demon Suppressing Peak returned to calm once again, ghostly figures appeared in the void from time to time, and countless corpses lay beneath the abyss.

After a long time, the Taoist raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the Moon Palace. With his eyes half-closed, a cold light flashed across the sky sword that could cut down everything in the world.

"If you don't want to die, even heaven can't take you away."

Zheng!!!!

When the sky sword slashed away, the monks who were thousands of miles away felt their hearts tightening. When they looked up at the horizon in horror, the entire night sky was occupied by white light.

With one sword drawn, day appears.

Another piece of demonic abyss was destroyed.
Chapter completed!