Chapter 1998

After Xue An was dragged from the earth to the heavens by an inexplicable force, after three thousand years, he finally became the Supreme Immortal Venerable.

The whole process sounds easy, but the difficulty and danger involved are beyond the imagination of outsiders.

Not to mention anything else, just the trials and tribulations on the road of practice are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

This is also the reason why since ancient times, there have been as many talented and brilliant people as crucian carp crossing the river, but none of them can prove the status of the immortal.

It is because it is too difficult.

Every realm on the road of practice is like an invisible moat, blocking countless people behind the door.

Some people get through it in the end, but some people never get a glimpse of the world behind that door in their whole life.

After layers of filtering, not to mention immortals, even immortal kings are rare among the heavens.

As for the Immortal Emperor, there are very few of them standing at the top of the heavens.

Don't look at how easily Xue An killed You Huahui before, that's because You Huahui's immortal emperor was obtained through various sneaky and evil techniques. The back door left in the middle made him unable to fight back when facing Xue An.

In fact, any one of the immortal emperors who is picked out is an extraordinary genius who is not one among hundreds of millions, and not only that, but also has the luck against the sky. It is possible to become the Emperor of the Immortal Emperor.

With so many introductions, I just want to tell you how difficult it is to practice.

But the sum of all the difficulties and obstacles on the road of practice can't compare with the sinister heart.

In fact, from ancient times to the present, it is unknown how many peerless geniuses did not die on the road of practice, but died under the despicable human nature of intrigue.

Because there are only so many resources for cultivation, if you get one more spar, then I may lose one.

And if your realm is higher than mine, then my life is even more in danger.

Therefore, under the influence of greed, jealousy, etc., the practice of the entire heavens is actually extremely cruel.

In many people's interactions, in fact, there are only naked interests to talk about, without the slightest emotion involved.

So when Xue An first came out of the earth, the situation he faced was extremely bad.

He has no contacts,

Two, no inheritance, three no resources, not even a guide in practice, it's just a blind eye, and I don't know where to start.

Therefore, in the first ten years, Xue An lived a life of ups and downs, and could barely maintain it by relying on some bad street skills.

If there is no accident, his ending is basically doomed, that is to die alone on a certain planet.

When dying, you may not even be able to break through the Happy Realm.

It wasn't until Xue An met someone by chance that his fate was completely rewritten.

This person's name is Gong Liangxing, and he is the successor of Qingyang Temple.

And this Qingyang Temple is one of the countless sects in the heavens, and it is a very inconspicuous one.

Without a prominent reputation, without a uniquely blessed place, even the originator of Qingyang Temple is only a real fairy-level powerhouse.

All this makes it seem so ordinary.

But such a small sect has given Xue An great help. It can even be said that a large part of the reason for Xue An to become an immortal in the future is due to this small Qingyang. view.

At that time, Qingyang Temple gave Xue An selfless help. Although the exercises were not very advanced, it laid a good foundation for Xue An and gave him many resources to support him.

And Gong Liangxing became Xue An's guide and close friend on his way of cultivation.

Xue An spent the initial period of cultivation in such a small sect that was full of human touch and seemed incompatible with other major sects of Shenzong.

Xue An has always kept these days and the kindness in his heart.

So when Xue An's strength became stronger and higher, and his realm became higher and higher, and finally proved to be an immortal, he came to Qingyang temple several times, wanting to help this sect to flourish.

But what he never expected was that Qingyang Temple actually rejected Xue An's kindness. Gong Liangxing even smiled and said that Qingyang Temple is fine as it is now, and there is no need to carry it forward, because it would be too tiring.

In the end, Xue An had no choice but to give up this idea, and instead gave Gong Liangxing Mo Wang'an in his hand.

With this sword, it is enough to keep the entire Qingyang Temple safe and sound.

Gong Liangxing later enshrined this sword in the temple specially built for Xue An.

That's why Mo Wang'an appeared in that temple.

And the last time when Mo Wangan was summoned on the earth, Xue An had faintly sensed that something was wrong.

But he never expected that when Xue An came specially this time, he found that the entire Qingyang Temple had disappeared, only a dilapidated temple remained.

It wasn't until under Mo Wang'an's guidance that Xue An came to this white planet covered in ice and snow, and then he was aroused by the sight inside.

Because he can feel that this planet is clearly a huge cage, trapped in it not only the body cannot escape, even the soul will be imprisoned in it, even if you die, you will have to reincarnate in this planet, life after life , never to leave.

This is simply worse than the cruelest punishment, because when the punishment is finally over, this imprisonment will never end.

Xue An was furious, with murderous intent in his eyes, and then he took a step forward and flew straight into this planet.

at the same time.

On this planet, many monks in ragged clothes are walking in the ice and snow with huge boulders on their backs.

The temperature has dropped to the extreme, and the extreme cold made the guards put on heavy cotton clothes.

But these monks were chained by chains, hunched over, and carrying huge boulders weighing several thousand catties on their backs, walking staggeringly.

Suddenly.

Among the team, a monk staggered and fell to the ground with a plop.

Snapped!

A whip followed with a sharp sound of wind.

With one whip, a deep gap was torn out on the monk's back in an instant.

The monk let out a muffled snort, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, staining the white snow beneath him red.

"Damn it, how dare you be lazy!" A prison soldier came up with a fierce face, raising his whip to whip again.

"Master Prisoner, be merciful, if you whip again, his life will be lost!" An old man begged beside him.

"So what if you can't keep it? Anyway, you guys are born with low lives, and you have to be resurrected on this planet obediently after you die, and then you will be slaves forever!"

Speaking of this, the prison soldier couldn't help laughing strangely.

"What? You want to intercede for him? That's good, then you will take the rest of the whip for him, how about it?"