Immortal Survival Guide

In the dilapidated temple that was shaken by the wind and rain, an old man with white hair read a poem and said: "There are four sects and sixteen sects in the three realms, and there are tens of thousands of people, demons, demons, and immortals. It is difficult to reach the immortal path, and how can the naked eye know the taste of immortality?" Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of cold light, and the white-haired old man had lost his breath. The young man impatiently shook the blood-stained raindrops on his oil-paper umbrella. "What did Jiligulu say?"