Chapter 315 Immortal Venerable, Enchanted 62

To put it eloquently, the first time he came to himself, and when he finally died, all his feelings.

Feng Yu sealed Su Yan's body in a huge ice cellar.

She was given an elixir that could immortalize a corpse.

He held her, day by day, day by day.

Like sick, like crazy, like crazy.

Su Yan was floating in the air, and accompanied him, listening to what he said, watching his despair and madness.

There was no change in the expression on her face, but sometimes, her hand was gently clenched, then released, released and then clenched.

This companionship is a hundred years.

in the fifth year.

There is a rumor in the world of immortality that "there is a magic pill, which is made by gathering the souls of thousands of people, and using the blood of thousands of people as a guide, it can have the effect of bringing back the dead. "

And these words reached Feng Yu's ears.

Since then, the entire world of immortality has ushered in a century of what is called the dark catastrophe.

The souls of these ten thousand people have requirements, and they must be at or above the Jindan stage.

What kind of scene is purgatory on earth?

What is the scene of first experiencing unprecedented joy and then experiencing hellish ordeal?

In the tenth year, a practice method appeared in the world of immortal cultivation.

It can quickly improve the cultivation base, and it can make the immortal cultivator who has just started to enter the Golden Core Stage within three years.

And this method has no side effects.

Tried it from the first person and found that there are really no side effects, to the second, the third, the fourth.

Since there is a shortcut, who would like to practice for decades?

Soon, the entire Immortal Cultivation World seemed to fall into a state of frenzy.

This state lasts for five years.

In the fifteenth year, the disaster of the world of immortals came.

Those who practiced this type of practice died one after another.

The method of death is almost the same, all of which are Jindan being dug to death.

This kind of thing makes people panic.

But the number of cultivators is still increasing as always.

Ten years have passed, ten years have passed, and ten years have passed.

At the sixtieth year, tens of thousands of golden pills were finally collected by Feng Yu.

At this time, Feng Yu had long since lost his noble and cold appearance.

He took off his white coat.

He was dressed in black, but he still had the same face.

He was obviously still the same person, but Feng Yu 60 years later was cruel and ruthless. Even if he laughed, his calves would tremble and he would not dare to take a step closer.

At this time, the Demon Sect had already fallen into his hands.

With an absolutely arrogant attitude, it expands infinitely.

Demon Cultivation, Qing Cultivation, no matter what kind of cultivation technique you cultivate, as long as you are not a member of the Demon Cult, kill them.

That kind of heart-pounding slaughter, no one dared to take a step within ten meters of where Feng Yu was standing.

His master once said that if he falls into a demon one day, it will be a disaster for the immortal world.

Looking at it now, his master was really right.

He is a disaster, and wherever he goes, there will be rivers of blood.

When, in the 100th year,

Thousands of golden pills and thousands of people's blood have been collected.

He used the blood of thousands of people to make medicine, and used thousands of golden pills to refine it.

Simply insane.

Medicine day.

It actually caused a catastrophe.

After all, such a brutal existence that violates the Tao of Heaven is absolutely intolerable.

He ignored it and fought against the calamity with his own body.

For Feng Yu, it doesn't matter whether you die or live.

Su Yan is dead, then in this world, he has nothing to cherish.

The soul-shaped Su Yan followed Feng Yu's side and witnessed his step-by-step madness, killing, and madness.