In the realm of virtual knowledge, is there any knowledge of becoming immortals?

Lin Xi believes that there is.

But Lin Xi is also very clear that Cheng Xian... It is the practitioner who crosses the threshold from one major stage to another, and it is also the first real great tribulation.

It's not that easy, it's that simple.

There is no such thing as an inevitable path to follow.

Just like the legend in the Qingxiao Realm, the Yuan Shen Monk within the age of 100, when he first experienced the thousand-year tribulation, was the most likely to break through the realm and ascend to the feather. This is only a direction, not a certain path or a certain result.

The former represents qualifications.

Of course, there are also resources and accumulation... These all originate from the realm of virtual knowledge.

And the latter may be the process of crossing the threshold.

Put aside the doubts about becoming immortals for the time being.

Lin Xi followed Yi Wait's line of sight and continued to patrol.

Green smoke curled up, and the entire city was shrouded in a thick smoke.

The strange thing is that in this rich incense smoke, it does not feel stuffy, but always has a refreshing and moist, as if the cool breeze blowing from the deep forest in the late autumn morning envelops the whole city, making everything seem so fresh and natural.

It makes people feel safe and refreshed.

Vaguely, in the thick fog, some people saw the bright fairy palace, some people saw the mountains and forests, some people heard the sound of the fairy, and some people seemed to see the fairy dancing.

"It's so powerful, it's just the thoughts of the immortals, scattered among the mountains, rivers, and worlds, wrapped in fireworks, but it almost holds the faith of the people, and controls the will of all living beings and allows them to deploy. Lin Xi hid in the soul wrapping of Yi Wait, looking at everything that happened around him, he sincerely sighed and felt dangerous.

Mortal monks, separated from the physical body, when facing the heavenly demons, if they are said to be at a disadvantage, at most equal.

The monks who have become immortals, their thoughts have become one with all things in heaven and earth, and those innate abilities of the heavenly demons are no longer any advantage for them.

Even most of the Heavenly Demons may not even have the ability to resist in the face of powerful immortal thoughts because they have too many thoughts.

After Lin Xi weighed himself, he came to a conclusion without hesitation.

With his current ability, even if he burned everything and wanted to devour the soul of a true immortal, he would just send food for nothing.

If there is no way... Wanting to cross the moat from the Demon Soul Realm to the Demon Saint Realm is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

In the midst of the smoke, there are monks presiding over the ceremony.

Then came the people's performance.

Folk music, dances, acrobatics, etc. are staged, and in the thick fog, the acrobatic performers who are churning up and down even seem to be jumping in the clouds, which is not only dangerous, but also more pleasing to the eye.

People are immersed in a kind of rising atmosphere.

Buzz!

The bell rang out of nowhere.

Then I heard the high place covered by clouds and mist, and someone said loudly: "Noon has come, all the people worship incense, and the immortals send blessings to ensure the coming year..." ”

In the long congratulatory message, the people were conscious, and they walked to the feet of the big fairy lamp in an orderly manner.

Then insert the incense in their hands near the fairy lantern.

The magic is that all the incense, when it hits the ground, seems to be nailed there.

Even if someone accidentally touches or touches it, they will never trip over or step on any pillar of incense.

Changxiang is no longer slowly eaten away by the firelight.

It will not appear that someone is burned by incense.

It seems that the incense plugged on the ground has become illusory and has been ingested into another dimension.

The clouds are shrouded in mist and the aroma is pervasive.

Yi waited with apprehension and inserted the incense in his hand five and a half meters away from the Daxian lantern according to the previous agreement, and the direction was the northwest corner. The incense in his hand burned three inches.

And next to Yi Wait, there was another young man, with a confused expression, who inserted the incense in his hand as well as Yi Wait.

After another forty minutes or so, all the people of the city had finished offering incense.

So the smoke in the air began to quickly enter the jade bowl held in the hand of the great immortal lantern.

Then a lot of incense flew up in unison, and then converged towards the ignition point at the core of the fairy lantern.

At this time, suddenly in the jade bowl, another smoke exploded, swirling around.

"Attention! Someone's going to make a move! See who he is. Lin Xi said quickly.

Of course, Yi Wait knows that this is the only chance.

In the thick fog, there seemed to be an invisible shadow, and something was taken away from the lights flying towards the Great Immortal Lantern... Of course, this is just a conjecture that waits for others.

Except for him and Lin Xi, who had long known that something might happen.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of anyone else... It's nothing.

After all, the jade bowl in the hand of the great immortal lantern is not the magic weapon of the real Taixuanzi.

It's just a papier-mâché thing, and it can have miraculous things, all thanks to a thought that Taixuanzi fell.

It's just that at this time, Taixuanzi needs to observe hundreds of cities, and he may not pay too much attention to this place, and sometimes there are some small changes, which is really not surprising.

The fog quickly cleared.

And at the moment when the fog cleared, Yi and Lin Xi both seemed to vaguely see a palm with a crescent birthmark.

The incense of Wanmin lit the Daxian lantern.

The fairy lantern began to slowly rise into the air.

It carries the blessings and beliefs of all the people to Taixuanzi, as well as their wishes and expectations.

Immortals are not gods and do not need people's offerings.

Incense is not an essential thing for true immortals.

Of course... and will not be afraid like a viper, and think that incense is poisonous.

The gods who are easily changed by the beliefs of the people are gods who rely entirely on their beliefs.

The gods who rely on their bloodline, or climb up step by step on their own, are actually not resistant or afraid of the power of faith and the distracting thoughts of all the people mixed in it.

The neighing of 10,000 ants sounded in the ears of the giants.

"Perhaps, it is to take the incense of the people and use it to refine the immortal weapons?" Lin Xi thought to himself.

In the realm of virtual knowledge, there is knowledge of this.

But it's all crazy twisted versions, and what you end up with isn't necessarily something serious.

Of course... It makes sense to return to the roots and use incense to refine the vessel.

Daxian lanterns flew up from city to city.

At this moment in the sky, the sun loses its brilliance.

Everyone raised their heads, as if they saw a galaxy of incense passing overhead.

And the big fairy lanterns are like immortals running in the clouds, although they all have similar appearances, but under the cover of the clouds and mist, in the embellishment of incense, they are so real and real.

The last bit of incense disappeared from the end of sight.

Everyone waited, and when night began to fall, they did not receive any 'good news'.

Obviously... The three people blessed by Taixuanzi did not have any places, and they fell into the city where Yi and others are now.

The people were not disappointed.

They continued their festivities with great violation.

Although the fairy festival has theoretically ended.

But the real celebration of the festival may only begin from this moment.

After hard work and hard work, people will always need some such time and days to celebrate, to entertain, to satisfy themselves, and to get along happily with their families.

Of course, for many people who live in poverty, such a festival is often full of sorrow and sorrow.

On weekdays, the gap that seemed not very obvious was ruthlessly exposed at this moment.

The sigh of the wife and the ignorant begging of the child for snacks, new clothes, and toys are the most indelible sadness and grief in the heart of the head of the family.

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