Rebirth Dominator

On the 380th birthday of Jia Yi, the patriarch of Lingshu Mountain, a group of cultivators came to congratulate him, like a banquet for immortals, and Zhang Shan, the head teacher of Mount Taishou, was also one of them.

Zhang Shan is the apprentice of Qingyang Sanren, the famous Patriarch of Mount Taishou in the past, and also the third head teacher of Mount Taishou.

Ever since Qingyang Sanren fell, Taishou Mountain has gradually declined. Even if Zhang Ping, the second-generation head teacher, and Zhang Shan, the third-generation head teacher, can maintain it with all their strength, they can only maintain the prestige of the second-rate sect.

The Qingyang Sanren who stood at the pinnacle of the prestigious No. 1 sect in the past has also entered a state of sunset.

Zhang Shan, the third-generation head teacher of Taishou Mountain, sat on the cloud bed at the fifth position from the left at the banquet. This is because of the thousand-year friendship between Lingshu Mountain and Taishou Mountain, and the ancestor Jia Yi's arrangement.

Otherwise, given that he has just broken through the third level of cultivation, he still broke through with external force, and his spiritual power is not pure, full of magazines, and his possibility of stepping through the threshold of the fourth level is very slim. For the sake of Shoushan's inheritance and several other great powers, he wouldn't even say a word to an existence like him who was destined to be unable to live forever.

Zhang Shan felt this feeling of falling from the clouds into the mud ditch, and during the whole banquet and discussion, he almost sat on the cloud bed without saying a word, until the Fengdu Taoist talked about the way of ghosts and immortals.

Immediately, I saw Zhang Shan's eyes light up, and he almost finished listening to the practice of ghosts and immortals and the derivation of Taoism. Compared with other Taoists present, he was more excited. He wanted to stand up several times, but sat down again.

When the Fengdu Taoist said that his method of ghosts and immortals had been perfected, he created the fairy magic called ghosts and immortals true spirit curse, and also showed the mystery of Jiuyou True Fire, Zhang Shan's fingers trembled.

As soon as the banquet was over, all the cultivators left one after another, but the head teacher of Mount Taishou went to the back mountain to visit Zhenjun Fengdu in person. He is also the nephew of Taoist Fengdu. When Taoist Fengdu heard his name, he immediately summoned him .

As soon as Zhang Shan entered the Taoist palace, he saw Jia Yi, the founder of Lingshu Mountain, and a Taoist priest from Fengdu drinking tea, with several male and female Taoist boys standing beside him. It flows in from the cliff and spills into the Dao Palace.

On the wall, pictures of immortals can be seen flying from one picture to another, and there is also the sound of the celestial girl player playing the piano.

Zhang Shan pays his respects to Uncle Fengdu and Uncle Jia, and congratulates the two Uncles on their early attainment of Taoism and immortality, and their longevity as heaven.

Taoist Fengdu looked at him like this: Get up! Now you are the head teacher of Mount Taishou? Where is your senior brother Zhang Ping?

Zhang Shan was dressed in a blue gossip Taoist robe, and stood up: Brother, his lifespan is approaching, and he has returned to the present world to cultivate, and I will take over as the next head.

Fengdu Taoist nodded: I heard that you asked to see me, why?

Zhang Shan hesitated for a while, and finally knelt down again, and directly knelt on the ground with a knock: The nephew wants to ask the uncle to look at the old feelings and help Taishou Mountain once. The nephew just heard the uncle talking The Dao of becoming an Immortal, I can’t control my excitement, and only my uncle can create this kind of immortal technique that directly points to the Dao.”

The Taoist of Fengdu frowned: You want to ask for the magic of ghosts and immortals? Although the way of ghosts and immortals has greatly lowered the threshold for becoming an immortal, but even so, this method can only be practiced at the lowest level of four. You are eager for quick success and quick benefits. , breaking through to the fourth level with external force, mixed with mana and spirit, I am afraid that this life will stop here.

Zhang Shan said with a choked voice: Mount Taishou is declining day by day, and it declines day by day. Although there are two uncles to take care of it, if there are no third-level monks, Mount Taishou will really decline. Nephew This is also to protect the inheritance left by the master.

And my nephew came here not to seek the Dharma for himself, but for Master Qingyang Sanren!

As soon as Zhang Shan mentioned this name, Jia Yi, who was silent, suddenly raised his head: What did you say?

Zhang Shan said hastily: Master, when the Sanren of Qingyang sat down, the true spirit was cast into the reincarnation of the underworld, but the cultivation base, remnant soul, slough, and natal magic weapon, the white jade tripod, were all well preserved. Although the breakthrough failed , but it’s just stuck in the last step of true spirit transformation, and there is almost no difference between its cultivation level and the fourth level.”

Just now I heard about Uncle Fengdu's Dao of Ghost and Immortal, and I suddenly wondered whether Master's relic can be transformed into the first ghost body. This ghost body will definitely find Master's reincarnation in this life. In this body, the master respects Xin and welcomes him back to Taishou Mountain, and then continues on the road to immortality.

Jia Yi shouted: Okay!

The gaze he looked at this mountain changed from his original indifference to admiration: I didn't expect you, an incompetent disciple, to have a bit of filial piety. Qingyang didn't misjudge you in the past!

Jia Yi looked at Taoist Fengdu: Fengdu! What do you think?

Fengdu Taoist pondered for a while, and finally raised his head: No!

Immediately, the face of the third generation head teacher of Taishou Mountain turned dark, but the Fengdu Taoist changed his words.

At least one source of the fourth-level power, the essence of longevity, is needed, and then the heaven and the earth are used as the oven, the source of the fourth level is used as the fuel, the real fire of the nine nether worlds is the root, and the ghosts and immortals are the flesh and blood. This ghostly body.

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On the outskirts of Weigang City, the old residence of the Zhang family.

In front of Zhang's ancestral hall, an old man stood under a gardenia tree. The original fragrant gardenia had already withered, and the autumn leaves began to fall, just like him.

Master!

Zhang Ping didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of his master Qingyang Sanren, the person who stood at the peak in the past and was admired and admired by everyone like a god and demon, who swallowed the world with such arrogance that no one could shake it and cover it up The posture, every time I think of it, makes people tremble.

Not only the power of number one in the world, but also the momentum to create a school and stand at the top.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up with that figure.

Ever since the Zhang family lost the Qingyang Sanren, it has inevitably declined. Apart from the two of them, the younger generation has no one to succeed. There is Taishou Mountain that no one dares to underestimate.

A few days ago, Zhang Ping received a message from the Gate of Gods and Demons, the news from Zhang Shan, the third generation head teacher of Mount Taishou.

Zhang Ping's face was full of ravines and scars, his white hair was combed meticulously, and a hearty smile gradually appeared on his face, as if after his master Qingyang Sanren sat down and the burden of the entire Zhang clan fell on him, It's never been easier.

With my crippled body, if I can continue Master's path to immortality.

If the master is certified, he can prove the immortal personality with the same life span as the heaven and the earth!

Zhang Ping's old face was full of tears, and his hunched waist became even more excited: It's worth it, it's worth it!