"Fan Tian? My...my name is Fan Tian?"

Fan Tian's true spirit was still confused, and he even seemed to have forgotten who he was. Fortunately, after a while, he finally remembered.

"That's right, Fan Tian is me. This name has been mentioned for a long time. No one has mentioned it for a long time. I myself have even forgotten it. You are..."

"Li Xin, Li Xin, the Supreme Elder of the Divine Sword Sect."

Jiang Mu patiently communicated that Fan Tian was once an old monster who transformed into a god, and that he was like this. Others couldn't imagine it.

"Li Xin?"

Fan Tian's true spirit fell into long thought again. Just when Jiang Mu almost thought he couldn't remember, he finally spoke.

"Li Xin, junior uncle? No, no... I have two junior uncles, one is real and the other is fake. Which one is you?"

"Don't worry about who I am. Let me ask you, how did you become like this? Hiding in the clay sculpture, the true spirit will be smoked and blinded by the power of incense."

"Me... clay sculpture? Am I dead? I am dead, yes, and then I was canonized as the True Lord. The imperial court built the True Lord Temple here and asked me to protect the place."

Fan Tian's true spirit finally remembered more, but it may be that these memories are more recent.

"So how long has it been since? Until the end of the Dharma comes."

"Mo Fa? Time? I don't understand what you are talking about, oh, Mo Fa, Mo Fa, I remembered it. Junior uncle, Li Xin, your escape from the Demon Prison Mountain was all a trick of the demon. We were fooled.

, the more severe end of the law is coming, you, you, me, me, as iron as a mountain, as iron as a mountain, soared in front of our eyes, soared."

Fan Tian's true spirit suddenly burst into tears, and he finally remembered.

When Jiang Mu heard this, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't even dare to say anything to provoke him. Fan Tian's true spirit was very unstable and showed signs of annihilation.

After a long time, Fan Tian's true spirit seemed to be more awake, and even formed a faint outline, like a person in the fog.

"Uncle Junior, you are not the one who escaped from Demon Prison Mountain. You are Jiang Mu from Fuyun Sect. You are fake."

"Yes, I am lying. I am Jiang Mu." Jiang Mu admitted, and it was rare that Fan Tian suddenly woke up.

Fan Tian's outline showed a knowing smile, which seemed to have resolved the knot of countless years.

"It's been too long. You're still alive. It's hard to imagine that after the Second End of the Law, it only took ten years for Fuyun Dao Palace to unify Nanzhou. Then, and then, for too long, this world kept shrinking, shrinking, and finally

After a hundred years, I turned into a ball. I was almost dead at that time, but for some reason, my dry spiritual thoughts suddenly became moisturized. So I took advantage of the fact that my physical body was still alive, and it took only a month to turn it into a ball.

The mind is restored."

"However, this divine thought is no longer the other divine thought. Of course, it doesn't matter anymore. The world has become smaller, but the nine states and ten lands are still in use. The Fuyun Taoist Palace finally unified the world, but soon the dynasties changed, the fate of the country, warriors, Yang

Gods, incense and sacred ways, ghosts from the underworld, and mountain spirits all compete with each other, as if the glory of the world of immortality has been recreated, but I know that it is far from the same, and it is not the same thing at all..."

"I rebuilt the Divine Sword Sect and later changed its name to the Shenyin Sect. However, with the change of dynasties and the vicissitudes of life, I accidentally got involved. I was surrounded by tens of thousands of legions in a bloody formation. I was unable to escape from left and right, and was eventually killed by the fate of the country.

Destroy the sun god."

"As time goes by, a younger generation of disciples came into the world during another dynasty change, helped a hidden dragon to rise to the throne, and won the title of National Destiny. I was honored and named the True Lord because of this. I have been enjoying the incense in the True Lord Temple, confused and unexplained.

To this day.”

"As for your Fuyun disciples, they are much better than me. Although they lost their lives when the dynasties changed, they opened up a land in the underworld and were very happy... This avenue, this pursuit of immortality, I have all remembered it, things are

Human beings are wrong!”

Before he finished speaking, the form transformed by Fan Tian's true spirit became lighter. He bowed to Jiang Mu and then dispersed, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

Jiang Mu was stunned for a long time, then the power of the turbid incense in his mind dissipated and floated away. As for Fan Tian's clay sculpture of the True Lord, it suddenly cracked.

The people who visited the temple dispersed in panic and soon regarded the matter as a topic of discussion. On the contrary, the temple minister was very calm and reported it to the government. Soon after, the government reported it. After a while, a new clay sculpture was erected, and it was called Xu Zhenjun Temple.

Jiang Mu continued to drift north, and the villages and towns he saw along the way were much denser than he had remembered, but most of them were newly built cities. The traces left by the Fuyun Taoist Palace could only be seen in the spacious canals and the ones carved out of the mountains.

The road is visible.

Even the Qinjiang River was renamed Jiuhe.

Where Fuyun Mountain is located, it has become a huge city, home to millions of people, and it is now the imperial capital of this dynasty.

On Fuyun Mountain, the place where Jiang Mu once practiced has become a royal palace complex.

Then, he saw the Tripod of Ten Thousand People that he had left behind. It turned out to be very huge, more than ten feet high, standing in front of the palace hall. The mighty national destiny gathered from all directions and poured into it, and then

Submerged into the earth.

It was also here, feeling the mighty national destiny, that Jiang Mu finally found a slightly threatened look on this big ball. It was quite cordial, and his divine will finally had a sense of existence.

"This is the era described in the second promise of the ancient immortal. The emperor of the world, the national destiny is shrouded, the gods and ghosts retreat, and the demons do not invade. The national destiny suppresses the world, this should be the ultimate."

Jiang Mu controlled his divine will and looked at it from a distance. Although the Ten Thousand People Cauldron was built by him with divine iron, the national destiny inside had already changed countless times and was no longer under his control. There was nothing on it that had anything to do with him.

's imprint.

After watching for a moment, Jiang Mu wanted to leave. He didn't have any other thoughts. He was just sighing with emotion. But as long as the world is peaceful, it doesn't matter who becomes the emperor of the world. Moreover, he has not seen any suspicious people along the way.

It seems that the thing at the foot of the Demon Prison Mountain has not returned to the human world for a long time.

With a flash of divine will, the sound continued to float into the distance, but maybe it was because it was getting closer to the imperial capital of the dynasty. Suddenly, a thunderous roar sounded from the top of the imperial capital city. Then, a series of illusions of golden-armored gods rose up, each one

Qian Baizhang, holding a giant sword in both hands, glaring angrily, as if Jiang Mu had stolen their chicken.

This roar cannot be heard by mortals and cannot be seen by illusions. It is obviously some kind of method based on the destiny of the country.

Jiang Mu was really shocked. He didn't know why. He didn't plan to enter the city. What are you doing?

Looking at the illusion of these golden-armored gods, they are always yelling in place, but they dare not take a step forward. Is it because their legs are short?

So Jiang Mu moved forward very considerately, but the group of golden-armored gods all took a big step back, still roaring and roaring.

Boring.

Jiang Mu's divine will floated away, and the golden-armored god on top of the dynasty's imperial capital also quickly dissipated.

It's like nothing happened.

From Fuyun Mountain to the north, it should be Heishi County, but there is no trace of the past here, let alone the former Duanlong Mountain.

Jiang Mu only found a palm-sized mountain range with a radius of several thousand miles. To the southwest was the former Demon Prison Mountain. This mountain is still there, and there are basically no human traces within a thousand miles around it.

Jiang Mu controlled his divine will to float to the top of the Demon Prison Mountain. After waiting for a long time, he found nothing wrong. The thing below was suppressed to death, and there was no possibility of escape.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Since the ancient immortal can prepare the fourth immortal talisman, how can he let that thing escape? It can't escape, and all its tossing is probably just tossing."

"Even without me, this world would have become what it is now sooner or later."

"When I came back from rebirth, the only thing that changed in the end was myself."

With a long sigh, Jiang Mu's spirit fell silently. When passing by a small snow mountain, he unexpectedly discovered a simple stone temple on the top of the mountain.

There is no way for mortals to climb up here, and it doesn't look like there are people in this stone temple.

Jiang Mu had no intention of staying until he saw some murals.

They are mostly covered by snow.

Jiang Mu controlled his will to pass by gently, and white snow fell one after another.

On the first mural, there was a silhouette of a woman with a bonfire in front of her and a jade flute in her hand.

The sculptor's strength is strong, the lines are vivid, and the few strokes have a leisurely charm!

"Chu Concubine Yue?"

Jiang Mu was quite surprised.

This was the third time he met her, but she had also passed her life.

This is where she studied the art of swordsmanship, and the remaining murals contain her understanding of the art of swordsmanship. Even Jiang Mu was impressed by many of her views, and they can still be used as reference even now.

Behind these murals, there is Chu Feiyue's autobiography, which tells that she turned to martial arts and became invincible throughout her life. She could kill Yang gods and destroy Yin souls, but she could not live forever.

In his later years, he retired to the snowy mountains and lived alone here for 472 years.

On the day of death, I felt something in my heart and left these last words.

He had no relatives or friends in his life. He once took in a girl and taught him swordsmanship for seven years before expelling her.

If you are destined to come here, you can learn the peerless swordsmanship. You don't ask for thanks. You only have one wish: to sharpen a sword in the mountains and give it to Xie Qingping.

After Jiang Mu saw it, he was quite moved. Chu Feiyue was born at the wrong time. If she had been born five hundred years earlier, she would have already ascended to the immortal world. What a glorious sight.

Now, in this age of Dharma, the human world only strives for breakthroughs in her life. Only when she was dying in her old age did she feel lonely, so she deliberately left a letter, hoping that someone with destiny would give her the sword on her behalf.

This gift is not a sword, but her loneliness and the warmth in her heart.

The girl named Xie Qingping was adopted by her for seven years and finally expelled. But before she died, she probably felt that the most colorful scenes in her life were during those seven years.

"Why bother!"

Jiang Mu sighed, life is always like this.

He had no intention of coming back to the world, but Chu Feiyue could be regarded as half of his master in the way of swordsmanship.

Anyway, he accepted this last wish.

With a roll of divine will, Jiang Mu's divine will went straight to the nearest city, taking with him the remains of Chu Feiyue and the rusty sword that was neither sharp nor special.

No matter whether Xie Qingping is still alive or not.

As long as there are still descendants, he will definitely deliver it.
Chapter completed!