The wind is blowing, and the mountains are shaking!

"Ahh

The Thousand Eyes Shangzun screamed, his eyes couldn't see, but his spiritual power could clearly perceive, he fell into a quagmire, thousands of pitch-black clutches clinging to his body, pulling his body to sink step by step, at the same time, every inch of skin on his body was cracked inch by inch, and some monsters rushed up and bit into his body with sharp teeth, sucking blood, like hundreds of thousands of bloodthirsty ants gnawing at his body, his soul no longer endured torture all the time but it was difficult to escape.

Jiang Changan didn't give up like this, a punch punched into his chest, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and internal organs were completely pulled out, smashed into meat paste, his head was concocted in the same way, squeezed into a meat patty, and the blood-colored pupils that were dug out were also pinched and exploded. Only a trace of the soul that is not even as good as a maggot is left to possess a clod of earth, enjoying the pain of endless reincarnation and eternal life.

The price of the extreme pupil is also unpredictable to ordinary people, the left eye that opens and closes like a peach blossom charm gushes blood, and the black pupils turn back to their original shape, although the appearance looks no different from ordinary people, but it has disappeared forever.

This eye, blind.

Everyone was shocked to the extreme by this scene, what kind of hatred and anger this is, making him do whatever it takes to even give up an eye, and let the other party suffer forever.

Suddenly, he turned his head, his eyes wandering from everyone, and the people who were being stared at were all cold on their backs, and it felt like they had been deprived of their lives.

"Bloodthirsty...... It's not good, Jiang Changan is crazy!"

A group of people shouted in fear and fled in all directions, but a wisp of black smoke came to them first, as if walking through the streets and alleys, and one after another the human heads turned into flying ashes, and the bodies fell to the ground and became dried corpses, and then turned into black smoke.

Killing aimlessly, just to appease the raging rage.

"Call Brother Hua!" A soft call suddenly sounded in the softest part of my heart.

This unclothed corpse was suddenly stunned, stiff as dead wood.

All around was eternal darkness and coldness, and he was always wandering in it, and it was difficult for him to reach the other side.

There are clouds and mist in all directions, as if there is no end forever, only the ancient hall of the dead, he can't feel the passage of time, millions of years, with a flick of his fingers, the bluestone ancient hall in front of him has turned from glory to decline, from the dome to the dust, he has always stared blankly.

Silence, cold, darkness, not a bit

Hope, those who died, those who were killed by him, those who died for him, came one by one through the clouds, some with hatred on their faces, fierce eyes on their faces, some smiling and waving goodbye.

One after another, they entered the decaying and precarious ancient temple.

And he has been waiting for thousands of years just for this meeting.

"What are you living for?" he said to himself.

It was for revenge, for Jiang Lingfeng's revenge, but it turned out to be just a joke.

For the sake of cultivation, what is the purpose of cultivation? Is cultivation gaining something or losing something? He kept deducing, and gradually calmed down. Eventually, he sat cross-legged in front of the temple, the golden path trail swirling around him. On the ground in front of him, there were two trees, one thick and majestic, shaking the sky, but it had rotted from the roots, crumbling, the heart of cultivation that had been destroyed.

The other plant has just broken ground, sick and weak, and the black branches have no future in sight.

He was covered in crystals, and a cyan candle flame rose in his heart, looming in the sky.

There are two choices before us. However, he turned out the ancient classics in his arms, which was deceived by the Thousand Eyes Shangzun The wordless scripture "Demon Dao Sutra", according to the thousand eyes Lao Er, the six-character proverb was once a fragment of the Demon Dao Sutra, and it was also the necessary key to the Demon Dao Sutra of the Immortal Ancestor, and the six-character proverb turned into a disc in the palm of his hand, proving that he was qualified to spy on the secret method in the book.

The golden light of the Tao Dao shone on the ancient scriptures, and slowly reflected the Taoist patterns page by page, but until the ripples dissipated, the scriptures were no different.

Still no blanks!

Jiang Changan didn't care, his cultivation heart was dead, whether these cultivation pursuits were empty for him, on the contrary, he raised his hand and closed his eyes, his fingertips slid on the scriptures, and in the blink of an eye, an ancient character was engraved on it, which was what he realized in his heart, pure and shrewd, word after word flew out, imprinting his heart, like a trickle, very soft, nourishing his gods, and replenishing his body essence. is just a few hundred words, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is as profound as a book from heaven and cannot be speculated.

The candle flame is brighter.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, got up, and uprooted his rotten cultivation heart.

"I don't cultivate immortals. ”

His voice was hoarse and no longer magnetic.

He won't laugh anymore

, the eyes are deeply depressed.

He was tired, as if he had seen all the various postures in the world, he remembered the great mountain in the bamboo house and the infinite cause and effect he said, and also remembered the old man in the fourth secret realm said that destruction is life, he was tired of listening to the beautiful sound of the nine heavens of the illusion, and he was also used to seeing the cynicism of countless mortals.

The so-called detachment is nothing more than an escape from the world after a lot of hardships, and seeing all the ugly and evil things that are unbearable.

His bright and clear starry eyes slowly became cloudy, like an old man who had entered the twilight of old age, and the snow fell on his body and his sideburns.

"Little brother......" The fox wanted to tear her eyes, and every one of his distracted expressions was a sharp blade scraping on her heart, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

"Childe ......" Yi Rou was about to take a step forward but was stopped by Su Shangjun, and said with tears in her eyes: "Don't disturb him." ”

Su Shangxuan had already cried into a tearful person, but she still listened to Su Shangjun's words and said, "Sister, I want to help him ......"

Boom –

He suddenly stood up, stood on the top of the cliff, faced with the goose feathers and heavy snow, and faced the bright moon, and shouted loudly:

Once, the cat was the old woman's cat, and the cat was very unhappy, because the old woman liked to hold the cat quietly, sit in front of the window and watch the pedestrians come and go, and so on day after day, year after year. One day, the cat did not move in the old woman's arms, and the cat died again, and the old woman cried so sadly and sadly while holding the cat, but the cat did not cry, and the cat did not like the old woman.

Once, the cat was not anyone's cat, the cat was a wild cat, the cat was very happy, every day the cat had endless fish, and every day the mother cat brought fish to it to eat. He is always surrounded by a group of beautiful female cats, but the cats don't like them. The cat always proudly says, 'I'm a cat who has lived a million times!'

Until one day, the cat met a white cat, and the white cat didn't even look at the cat, and the cat was very angry and walked up to the white cat and said to the white cat......

He couldn't stop crying.

He said...... I'm a cat that has lived a million times!' The white cat just softly 'hum!' After turning his head away, every time the cat encounters a white cat, he will deliberately walk up to the white cat and say, 'I am a cat who has lived a million times!' And the white cat just softly 'hums!' every time With a snort, he turned his head away.