Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

Ice lake, gazebo!

"Snowing."

Yang Yue subconsciously stretched out his hand, and saw pieces of heavy snow falling from the sky, falling into his palm, bringing a chill.

The place where the ice lake is located is covered with snow all the year round, so it is not surprising even in the scorching summer, but...

"It's been two hours. Even if I was looking for bait for ice carp, I should be back, or was it delayed by something?"

Thinking of this, Yang Yue frowned.

Another cup of tea time passed, and suddenly there was a figure in the distance who was late.

Looking at its appearance, it is quite similar to Fang Yu's figure.

"Junior Brother Fang..."

At this time, Yang Yue seemed to have discovered something, and flew over quickly, and the person who came was Fang Yu.

"Playing tricks, but still not taking off the disguise."

Accompanied by a cold shout, the visitor trembled, and he was still trying to argue a little bit, but when he met Yang Yue's gaze, he felt chills all over his body, and cried out hastily.

"Senior Brother Yang, Brother Fang asked me to do this. In order not to disturb you, Senior Brother, he made me look like him."

"Human, since Junior Brother Fang let you pretend so carefully, there must be something important. What exactly did he do?"

"Senior Brother Fang said that he wants to avenge his shame, and he has brought several senior brothers there, saying that he is completely sure."

The visitor hurriedly confessed, telling Yang Yue everything he knew and what he didn't know.

"It's been ten years since I went to face the ice mountain cliff. If Junior Brother Fang and the others don't come back, the penalty period will be doubled."

Hearing this, Yang Yue scolded coldly.

Originally, he planned to say a hundred years.

But how many hundred years are there in the life of a cultivator.

In the eyes of that disciple begging for mercy, he finally softened his heart.

"Thank you, brother."

Hearing this, the visitor looked bitter, and hurriedly flew in the direction of the ice mountain cliff.

"It seems that we still have to go to Master Fang's place."

Seeing the figure of that person going away, Yang Yue pondered in his heart for a moment, then hurriedly flew towards the direction of Hongfeng Courtyard.

"This is...why all the red maple leaves in this courtyard have withered."

However, as soon as Fang came to the yard, Yang Yue's pupils suddenly shrank.

Two hours ago, the big tree in this courtyard grew extremely luxuriantly despite the leaves falling.

Looking at it now, not only the leaves of the lush maple tree are all withered, but the whole tree exudes a strong sense of death.

"Uncle Fang, Junior Brother Fang..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Yue suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and hurriedly walked towards the yard ahead.

It's just that he had just walked a few steps when he saw the door in front of him slowly open with a creak, and Fang Qingye's figure came into view

"It's just in time for you to come, tell Zongmen to cancel all the treatment of Fang Yu."

"Uncle Master..."

Hearing this, Yang Yue's heart trembled.

Uncle Shi would never say such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now, only two hours later, he changed his mind.

"Is Junior Brother Fang dead?"

Thinking of this, Yang Yue looked at Fang Qingye, who had a haggard look on his face, and comforted him in his heart.

At this moment, a trace of deep guilt and anger could not help appearing in his heart.

If he had found Junior Brother Fang earlier, perhaps this ending would not have happened.

He hated, hated why that man wanted to kill the junior brother.

But this hatred just arose before it dissipated in his heart. After all, he, Yang Yue, was the kind of person who could act recklessly.

Just because of a misunderstanding and quarrel at the beginning, his junior brother led people to attack and kill him, even if he deserved life and death.

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Yue couldn't help feeling a trace of grief in his heart.

"There is no need to be sad, just like the red maple in front of you, there is also a time of luxuriance when there is new life, and since the luxuriance has passed, it should die in the sorrow of autumn."

Following these words, Fang Qingye's black hair turned into snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye under Yang Yue's astonished gaze.

This should have been a moment of grief beyond death, but when the full head of white hair appeared on top of Fang Qingye's head, there was a sense of coldness like the midwinter emerging from him.

That cold...

"Master Fang's cultivation has not decreased but increased!"

Thinking of this, Yang Yue felt a sense of horror in his heart. While looking at Fang Qingye, he subconsciously took half a step back because of the horror.

"This is practice. Birth, old age, sickness and death, spring and autumn, everything in this world is a practice."

When Yang Yue was terrified and suspected that Fang Qingye was practicing because of Fang Yu's death, he saw the latter looking up at the moment when the midsummer turned into a winter sky.

Looking at the quietly approaching white snow, he said slowly.

"When he started to practice, I told him to be prudent in everything, and he must not provoke the enemy wantonly outside. I followed the teachings and never slackened in the slightest.

When he was in danger, I would rather give up the longevity lock placed in his body and help him fight the enemy, but the distraction was wiped out.

In this world, there are always things that you want to keep, but you can't keep them. "

"Uncle Master..."

Hearing this, Yang Yue was silent.

"No need to be sad, remember today's scene, if you want to become a god, you need to put your affection on the god.

If you have not given wholeheartedly, you will not be able to comprehend the true meaning of God. "

Following these words, Fang Qingye slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, within this person's body, there is an astonishing spiritual pressure, which is constantly spreading and freezing the entire courtyard.

"That's fine, maybe the moment the uncle leaves the gate, it's the moment when he stepped onto the God Transformation."

Looking at the courtyard covered in frost, Yang Yue turned and left after being silent.

"God Transformation, God Transformation..."

...

"This is Huashen?"

In a temporarily opened cave, Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, and he seemed to be enlightened, and he raised his palm.

In an instant, a wisp of blood-red air like a strand of hair lingered out.

This thing is Hong Feng's death that Fang Qingye invaded into his body before.

Even if it's just a wisp, in Ji Dong's sense, this wisp of Red Maple's death can easily lead a Nascent Soul cultivator to death.

Just like the real man Wende back then, after breaking into the ancient cave mansion, the withered spirit was planted in his body.

At that time, Ji Dong was still marveling at the danger of the ancient cave, and he didn't know why a ray of evil spirit could have such great power.

But now...

After carefully understanding the meaning of transforming the gods, he understood.

It seems to be an ordinary magical power, but it contains the way of the monk who transforms the gods. If you can't resist this way, you will only have a dead end.

"Fortunately, this thing can't hurt me after all."

With the words falling, this ray of red thread, which Ji Dong deliberately kept for comprehension, was completely reduced to ashes with the emergence of Qilin's real fire.

"The Feathering Immortal Sect is located in the southern part of Tiannan's Immortal Cultivation Realm, which is extremely far away from where I am currently, but I don't need to hurry."

Thinking of this, Ji Dong's figure flickered, and the moment he left the cave, he looked at the continuous mountains and forests in the distance.

"According to the information collected with the help of Lu Heng, there will be several places that are not weaker than Yuhua Xianzong all the way to the south, such as Tianji Gate is on this road.

Go south all the way, trying to understand my own way of transforming gods on the way. "

Following these words, Lin Yi's figure faded away after a gust of breeze blew past.

... (end of this chapter)