Chapter 4905? Terrible Practice Road

Jian Wushuang did not interrupt his memories, and he felt that there was some connection between them.

He breathed for a moment, then continued, "I was alone, wandering in the heavens, and by chance I came to a heaven with a lot of power, where I saw an immortal who could reach the sky, opened a dojo, and talked about When the scriptures were discussed, I also sat down and listened to the sermons, and soon became immersed in his arguments."

"He assured us that as long as he joins his seat, the top cultivator with extraordinary talent will surely ascend to the position of immortal within a year, and even if it is not a top cultivator, he will give birth to immortal roots within a few Chinese years. to unimaginable heights.”

"Under that discussion, there were more than 100,000 top cultivators who followed him, and I was one of them."

"I thought that this was a bright future, but I never thought that this path of cultivation would make me doomed forever."

Having said that, Jian Wushuang and others have already been able to guess.

The person named by the top cultivator must be the black-robed Dayan Immortal Youyun. He roamed the heavens and opened up the dojo, attracting waves of top cultivators and even Yanxian to follow him.

Then he was taken to his own lair, and he sucked the source to strengthen himself.

And the result is naturally as Jian Wushuang thought. After Youyun brought them back here, he showed his fangs, bound them, and sucked the source, but the process was ten thousand times more cruel.

"After the old dog brought us here, he no longer concealed it. He directly divided us into three, six and nine."

"The lowest level, the base number is very large, there are tens of thousands, the old dog directly slaughtered them all, made each monk into a soul amber, and distributed it to the middle-level monks for them. absorb."

"And after the middle-level cultivators were forced to take these soul amber, their strength has been improved rapidly, but what awaits them are the top cultivators of the highest level."

"The old dog did the same, and after slaughtering the middle-level monks, he made a soul amber for the top-level monks."

"And I, because of my extraordinary talent, was classified to the highest level, and I had to drink 100,000 soul amber every 10,000 years."

"During this period, my realm has greatly increased, and I have successfully broken through to Yanxian. There are more than fifty people in the same situation as me."

"However, something more cruel awaits us, from then on I know,

It turned out that even if he became Yanxian, he was just a chess piece. "

There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and at the same time, the immortal body was quickly shriveled and about to die.

"After becoming Yanxian, I thought I would be able to compete with him, but I didn't expect that I would still be incapable of returning to the sky. All of our fifty-odd Yanxian were made into futons by him, and they sucked our immortal source day and night. "

"This situation has lasted for several years, and all those who have been drained of immortal sources have been made into slaves of dead immortals for him to drive, and they will never be recovered."

"And in order not to be made a slave by him, I frantically devoured the immortal source of the rest of Yanxian and lived to the end, and I also escaped from the devil's lair while he was leaving."

"I wanted to stay away from this place completely, but I didn't expect that my immortal source was completely broken, and there was no possibility of surviving. If I hadn't met the adults today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to say all these words."

When he said this, he was already weak and gradually disappeared.

"This old thing is really a beast. For his own sake, he sacrificed so many top cultivators in vain, and he deserves to be killed by a thousand swords!"

Fengshan said bitterly, and then looked coldly at Shuyang beside him.

"Look at what I'm doing, I didn't have any interaction with him at all, just heard a little," Shuyang explained quickly, "You didn't see that guy even attacking me."

"Then why are you two in the same camp?" Fengshan asked again.

Shu Yang looked a little embarrassed, and then said sternly, "I have no comment on this, but since that Youyun dares to attack me, then I will kill him by my gun!"

After Fengshan snorted, he stopped talking. In his opinion, even if Shuyang went all out, he couldn't compare to Jian Wushuang's one hand.

Jian Wushuang squatted down slowly, looked at Yanxian in front of him and said, "I've been tired for so long, it's time for a good night's sleep."

Reluctantly opened her shriveled eyelids, Na Yanxian forced a smile, "Thank you, sir, it's time to get a good night's sleep, from the day I found my wife to now, I haven't had a good night's sleep, and now I can finally get a good night's sleep. go to sleep..."

"What's the name of that sect of yours?" Jian Wushuang asked softly, and it was all he asked on a whim.

It seemed that he was opening up the dusty memories, and finally he said slowly, "Sir, it's called Shangqing Pavilion, it is located in Qingzhou in a very distant heaven. I'll never see them again for the last time."

After saying this last sentence, that Yanxian finally fell, and the immortal body that could no longer support it directly turned into a dry bone and dispersed with the wind.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and the originally peaceful state of mind seemed to recall the past.

That daring, daring and careful girl walked out of Qingzhou in Qingyu and followed him and Diqing to Da Mitian.

Her name is Xiqingchi, and she is the daughter of the suzerain in the Shangqing Pavilion.

And the dead Yanxian is also one of the twelve disciples in the Shangqing Pavilion.

Everything seems to be such a coincidence, but it seems to be in the dark.

Jian Wushuang sighed secretly, and then saw a finger-sized jade slip in the dry bone.

He raised his hand to pick up the jade slip, only to see the word "Shuhuan" engraved on it. After several years, it was still fresh.

Maybe this jade is the identity of the dead Yanxian. When he endured the torment, he must have been supported by the Shangqing Pavilion where Zeng was young when he was practicing.

Putting the jade slip in his arms, Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the dilapidated hall in the deepest part of the Heishan Mountains, his gaze reached the extreme.

"Boom!"

The hall was shattered, and even the entire mountain range could not bear the power and collapsed.

Led by Jian Wushuang, Shuyang and Fengshan, with all their strength, bombarded either side of the hall.

"Beast, get out of here and die!"

Fengshan burst into a drink, and the attacks were extremely violent, easily smashing any visible objects.

Jian Wushuang held the invisible sword and walked step by step towards the dark hall at the front.

In front of this dark hall, under the huge and towering black pine trees, there are more than ten broken immortal bodies.

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