It’s another snowy winter.

Mi Lu started to grow a beard.

At the same time, the demon blood began to slowly appear in him.

Some phoenix lines gradually appeared on the face.

It looks very faint and can't be noticed without looking carefully.

The royal family of the Chu Kingdom, during the reign of the Xia Hou family, had a fate with Jiufeng, the great sage of the demon clan.

To be precise, the entire descendants of Zhuan Xu are descendants of Jiufeng!

After Emperor Zhuanxu, the Gaoyang family was the true form of the nine-headed phoenix tail in the era of Queen Xia!

Of course, this bloodline has been extremely thin since it was passed down to this day.

Therefore, it has been tens of thousands of years since the Chu Kingdom, and no one has successfully ascended to Taisu Heaven.

At this moment, Mi Lu was standing at the foot of the mountain.

He raised his head and looked at the white snow on the mountain.

He turned around and asked the farmers behind him: "Are you saying that you heard the collapse of the mountain temple on the mountain yesterday?"

"Yes..." the farmer replied: "Yesterday I was collecting firewood at the foot of the mountain, and I heard a rumble on the mountain..."

"When I looked up, I saw that the mountain temple had collapsed!"

"Oh!" Mi Lu nodded, then looked back to Bai Mu behind him and said, "Senior, please protect me!"

Baimu nodded.

He is not afraid of a mere mountain god.

What's more, this place seems to have faint traces left by the great sage's magical power.

Then he escorted the prince and climbed all the way up, along the rugged path in the mountain, stepping on the thick snow.

Not long after, we reached the mountainside.

But on the mountainside, the originally magnificent and magnificent mountain temple had now turned into a pile of rubble.

Mi Lu looked back at Bai Mu and received the answer: "Your Highness...the mountain god has died!"

The scene in front of me is the most typical scene of the death of gods.

The temple is shattered, the golden body is shattered, and the soul is destroyed!

And such a tragic scene of the death of a god is very rare.

It will only appear during the legendary catastrophe.

Then he sighed: "The calamity is coming, the destiny of immortals is like grass, and the destiny of gods is like dust!"

The great catastrophe of heaven and earth always results in the death of a large number of immortals and gods.

Under the saint, once involved, no one can be spared!

Only by completing the killing calamity and settling the cause and effect can we escape!

Since Hongmeng, countless great powers have fallen in the Three Realms, and how many quasi-holy ashes have vanished into smoke!

Just a mountain god...

It's just a little bit of smoke left before the catastrophe!

While he was talking, the ruins under the rubble suddenly began to tremble.

Then, people only saw a single cow hair, blooming with clear light from under the rubble, soaring straight into the sky.

Mi Lu and Bai Mu both swallowed.

Cow Saint!

The great master’s mount!

Then he looked at the pile of rubble that had been separated.

All they saw was a statue of a mountain god, torn apart and broken into countless pieces.

Under the rubble, there are numerous bones.

The majestic mountain god fell, but it was nothing more than that.

The appearance of his death is no different from that of a mortal!

Even more miserable!

Mi Lu watched, stunned.

For a long time, he took a deep breath: "If this body cannot achieve enlightenment and ascend..."

"This is how it will end!"

He knows that it must be worse than this!

King Chu...

Those who cannot achieve enlightenment and ascend will all die physically and spiritually!

Sons kill their fathers, brothers kill their brothers, uncles kill their nephews!

In the State of Chu, there have always been endless numbers of people.

The King of Chu who is not strong enough deserves to die!

And the powerful enough King of Chu has already ascended to Tai Sutian!

Then in my heart, I secretly made up my mind.

"I will definitely become a disciple of the great master!"

"Must!" He clenched his fists.

The young prince of the Chu Kingdom has never had such a firm and unwavering devotion to the Tao as he does today.

…………………………

Tushita Heaven, Laojun Guan.

The drowsy saint suddenly opened his eyes.

Those seemingly cloudy pupils, like the shadow of the Tai Chi diagram, slowly rotated.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Saint Laojun praised: "What a heart for the Tao, what a pure heart!"

"You are destined to me, you are destined to me!" He knew the cause and effect with just a slight sense.

He is the descendant of Zhuanxu, the descendant of the human race's Holy Emperor.

I am indeed destined to him!

Then he counted with his fingers, and then the saint let out a slight sound.

The two boys who were fanning the fire turned around in surprise.

How many years has my master been so surprised?

The saint raised his eyes and looked at the two of them.

The fly whisk was gently raised in his hand: "Fan your fire carefully!"

"Serve my master well with this furnace of divine elixir!"

"No!" The two boys turned back quickly.

But the saint behind him, who had not stood up for many years, had already stood up.

However, after thinking for a while, he sat down again.

With a flick of the fly whisk in his hand, he knocked down the sleeping disciple in the Taoist temple.

Xuandu was beaten into the Taoist temple by his teacher, and he immediately worshiped: "Teacher, do you have a decree?"

Then I listened to Laojun's instructions: "You will go to Biyou Palace for me to see your uncle!"

"Please ask your uncle, please take care of the future disciple for me!"

Xuandu was overjoyed when he heard this and asked: "Teacher, is there a junior brother who is about to start?"

Saint Laojun closed his eyes: "It's still early!"

“Uncut jade can’t be turned into a useful tool!”

"Let your uncle discipline me first!"

Xuandu was extremely happy.

Junior brother!

What something new!

What a wonderful title!
To be continued...