In the secret land, the people who were still struggling in the Yellow Springs world suddenly felt unusual, and some changes were taking place in the secret land. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The yellow spring water boiled, and all the unjust souls on the White Bone Bridge dissipated, allowing the surviving people to get a respite on the White Bone Bridge.

Everyone stood on the bridge of bones, but they couldn't see each other. It's a multi-dimensional space.

Long Aoqing woke up from that tiredness, looked up at the dense place where even the sky began to change, and muttered: "It seems that someone broke through, I don't know who it will be..."

The female leader of the elven clan, Asaring, also raised her head: "What doesn't belong to me can't be forced after all. ”

The Phoenix Clan's Tianhuang stood on the White Bone Bridge and snorted coldly, on the other side, Zhu Ling of the Vermilion Bird Clan's face was not very good-looking, and his eyes inexplicably didn't know what he was thinking.

Lan Jiyun, one of the four major families, pursed his lips and snorted.

Xiu Ye stood in the middle of the bridge dressed in white, smiling with a lot of style: "Interesting, really interesting, is the master of the secret land still alive? Huh.."

Everyone who survived had different reactions after discovering this change, including regrets, haters, surprises, helplessness, and joy.

Outside the secret land, the Tianyin Peak of the Wanshan Sect, the peak main immortal master looked at the opening and closing of the ancient battlefield, his eyes were vicissitudes, and one of his eyes was gradually covered with black, which looked weird.

A voice that did not belong to the Venerable Immortal sounded: "Immortal, what are you worried about?"

The Venerable Immortal didn't answer, his eyes looked at the foot of the mountain, and with his eyesight, even a single grass and ant thousands of miles away were clear.

His eyes swept over the nearest village to the foot of Wanshan Sect, where there were young children running around the village, reciting a song that they did not understand the meaning of:

The demon world is now, the fairy world is in danger,

The ancestors of the ages sighed and mourned.

A thought of immortals, a thought of demons,

Thousands of talents have lost their own talents.

Who said that the immortals were chased,

Even a hundred generations are sad.

Don't ask where the road lies ahead,

The heavens distinguish between wrong and right.

...

This kind of ballad is spread out of nowhere, the entire Tiantian Continent, and even the entire mortal world of the fairy world are circulating, maybe for these children or mortals, the meaning of this ballad is far away from them, mortals are only a hundred years, and the invasion of the demon world will take thousands of years.

When the peerless geniuses of the entire immortal realm were working hard to improve their strength in the ancient battlefield, and when the many old monsters in the outside world were preparing for battle, these mortals had already changed generation after generation.

That voice didn't get a response from the Venerable Immortal, and he wasn't annoyed.

Said: "Hehe, the ignorant are worry-free, so it seems that the mortals in this world are much happier than us." Speaking of which, this world has been able to breathe for thousands of years, I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, Liuxian, I have a hunch that this time the attack of the demon world will be more fierce than the one in ancient times, but unfortunately, the strength of this world is not as good as in ancient times, sad and crying..."

Liuxian's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "So what, the worst outcome is not just death, I and other cultivators can live longer than mortals, what is there to be dissatisfied?"

"Heh, Liuxian, you can see it..."

Hearing this, the Venerable Master did not speak again, and after the conversation ended, the blackness of his other eye gradually receded, and the Liuxian turned back into the real person who was as gentleman as jade.

Liuxian looked at the green mountains and beautiful waters under the peaks of ten thousand mountains, and muttered the words of the song he had heard: "... Who said that the immortals were chased,

Even if it is a hundred generations, it is also sad..."

Who's to say otherwise, although mortal life is short, it is peaceful, happy or wonderful, and although the cultivator has a longer life than mortals, he has too much less love, hatred, hatred, happiness and serenity as a mortal.

What if a cultivator has lived hundreds or thousands of lives longer than mortals, and now his future is at an end, making the supreme path pursued by a cultivator a joke, which is extremely sad. Perhaps, mortals are really happier than monks...

Liuxian blocked the distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and turned to walk into the bamboo forest, a sarcastic smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Oh, if the world is overturned, I should be buried with it.

[ps: Liuxian is a character I like a lot, a gentleman, gentle as jade, although there are few appearances at present.. 】