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They are already immortals, at least, they have cultivated.

However, it seems that even immortals are not without their distress.

The girl was very distressed and mad.

Faced with the girl's crazy appearance, the boy did not look worried, but smiled narrowly.

He knew what she was worried about, he knew what she wanted, what she wanted, he could give her, and he, only wanted her!

Who said that the way of joy must be carried out without affection? Who said that the road of immortals can only be walked alone?

If you have realized a way, but you have missed the rest of your life, then it is okay not to understand this way!

It doesn't matter what way he goes, no matter what way he goes, I hold my head high and do my own thing.

I'm not alone!

Turin thought, and his body gradually filled with an aura that made the earth immortals tremble. The girl who was originally full of annoyance and hated iron but not steel was stunned in an instant.

The so-called genius, that's it.

What I do best is to break all conventions and make people jaw-dropping and have nothing to say!

"There are as many geniuses as dogs, and immortals walk all over the ground. ”

There is a bear country, a barren mountain, and in the dilapidated Taoist temple, a little Taoist boy walked out.

He held the wooden sword in his hand, his mouth was broken and read, learning the appearance of an adult, shaking his head and sighing, looking really happy.

In the country of Arikuma, only warriors can be respected, and those who practice the Dharma must at least reach the level of high-level monks in order to obtain the status they deserve.

And that kind of character is not a small number in Nanzhou, but it is definitely not too many, at least ordinary people will not see it in their lifetime.

A little Taoist priest like this is the norm in the world of cultivation, he looks like he is a teenager at most, although he has some spiritual energy, he is not prosperous, he may not even have a glimpse of the Daomen, and he can barely be regarded as a cultivator.

Such a low-level monk, in the country of bears, is not much stronger than ordinary people.

In this way, it is not surprising that he will appear in this barren mountain. After all, as a cultivator, as long as you complete the 100-day foundation building, even if you don't have much power, your own survival ability will be raised to a very terrifying level, which is very suitable for seclusion in the deep mountains.

As long as you don't encounter monsters, even if you are a jackal, a tiger and a leopard, it can be solved with just a piece of rune paper. If it weren't for such famous mountain resorts, how could the world be full of monsters?

Because he was oppressed and obviously embarked on the path of transcendence, he was treated as a layman, and it was better to stand on his own.

Loneliness in the mountains is loneliness, and loneliness is loneliness, but if you can't even stand this, what kind of Fa can you cultivate, what kind of Tao can you understand!

This little Taoist priest does not have much surprising about him, he is a standard Qing monk with a heart to the path.

It's just that what he said just now sounded very not simple, and it was very wild.

"Hmph, just mortals, how dare you talk about my generation of true immortals!"

In the sky, a voice fell, like thunder.

"Forget it, senior brother, that's just a child, you and I still have important things, don't delay the hour. ”

Another beautiful female voice came, like a warbler crying, and the beads fell on the jade plate, as if it was fairy music.

Then, the terrifying aura from before disappeared in an instant, as if the heavens were no longer angry with those wild words.

Or maybe all this didn't really exist, just an illusion.

The little Taoist priest seemed to be frightened and stood still.

After a long time, he turned back to Guanzhong.

"It's terrible, it's terrible. ”

"Two little guys, how could they provoke such a horrible thing. ”

"Forget it, it's none of my business, left and right, but it's just a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks. ”

"The end of the catastrophe is coming, and this southern continent is in chaos first. ”

"Alas~ I can't avoid it, I really can't avoid it..."

The voice in the Taoist temple came out, sometimes young and immature, sometimes with vicissitudes.

In every troubled world, there will be more geniuses like lackeys.

At the end of the calamity, ordinary geniuses were even worse than ants, they were the last struggle of the will of the Heavenly Dao, and they were the brilliant gems born from the power of the entire world.

The will of Heaven will do everything to invest, in order to select the brightest star or stars from among them, so as to reverse the destiny of heaven with human power.

The strong people who used to make people tremble will inevitably emerge one by one, competing for that glimmer of opportunity, this is the human catastrophe.

At this time, the heavenly machine is no longer controlled by the will of the Heavenly Dao!

The last catastrophe is a catastrophe, and even the will of heaven cannot be avoided, let alone people.

And the first calamity is often the human calamity, which starts from people and moves because of people, just because people's subjective initiative is the strongest, so they are most willing to take the lead and fight with heaven, earth and man. ！

Until the real catastrophe and the catastrophe of the heavens comes, the human catastrophe will dissipate.

At that time, only the children of hope who have been baptized by human calamity will be able to reverse the destiny of heaven...

Suppose, this is just the fate of one world...

In the Temple of the Gods, on the Throne of Chaos in the corner, the figure of a young man slowly emerged.

It can be seen that he is not sitting upright, as if he is carrying a sandbag, and is carrying a rather stout man, like a kidnapper.

The surrounding gods quickly cast curious glances, and after a moment, they looked away again.

That's not something that can be easily contemplated.

"You're back?"

Ling Qi's voice sounded in Ling Xu's heart.

"Yes, by the way, I also brought back what you called 'chance'. ”

Ling Xuan said nonchalantly, and threw the man who had changed his name to Kui Wood Wolf to the ground at random, as if what he had thrown away was not a big chance, but a pile of garbage.

Ling Qi was a little speechless, this was not his purpose of letting Ling Xuan go to the Tianluo World.

It's just that the matter has come to this, and he really has nothing to say about Ling Xu.

Ling Qi's gaze crossed over to Ling Xuan and stared at the Chaos Throne.

His vision seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, and he could see through the Throne of Chaos to another world hidden behind it.

This situation was not normal, because Ling Qi was originally unable to see through the Chaos Throne, even if he was already at the peak of an ordinary saint.

But now, he could easily see through the fog that shrouded it. It was as if with Ling Xu's actions, it had become a channel, a channel that communicated the two worlds of Tianluo and Primordial.

At this moment, on the other side of the passage, another puzzled gaze was also watching it.

On the other side, it is not a chair, but a black hole above the nine heavens!

The owner of the gaze is a golden skeleton sitting in the broken heavens, even if it is dead, it still gives people a sense of majesty and hiding, and beside it, at this time, a wolf-headed war knife is erected higher than the skeleton.

"He was your chance, so why should you spoil his chance first. ”

"Forget it, that's it, but that's it. ”

Ling Qi was indifferent, knowing that this was not just Ling Xu's problem.

After all, he couldn't see through the future, because he was still based on the present.

So even if he saw more than Ling Xu, it was still not enough, because it was vague and unintuitive after all.

He doesn't actually have Ling Xu's kind of talent, but his strength is stronger, he has more adventures, and more importantly, he seems to have some kind of hidden potential, which makes him have such extraordinary powers!

That kind of potential has been buried under a certain aura. It was only at this point that it was revealed little by little, and gradually turned into a terrible instinct.

Ling Xuan heard Ling Qi's words in his mind, looked up at the throne faintly, and only thrust his hand into the back of the chair, and all of them were submerged in it.

When he withdrew his hand, he already had a skeleton with a broken neck in his hand, and the skeleton was still holding a huge wolf-headed war knife, as if he wanted to resist, but at this time it looked so pitiful.

There was a small commotion around, and the golden skeleton had lost its spirituality, and there was still a breath that belonged to a sub-saint-level powerhouse, but it was enough to make more than ninety percent of the gods in the temple retreat.

It's not that the gods in the temple of gods are too weak, it's that the sub-saints are close to the peak of evolution in the usual sense of the word—saints, they are too powerful!

In addition, these gods are still too young to compete with the kind of existence that is already at the top of the food chain.

Of course, among these young gods, a large part of them, even if it is another 100,000 years, their strength will not be qualitatively improved!

There is a limit to the number of strong people that can be accommodated in each world. And human potential is also extreme.

It is impossible to say that if a hundred people are immortal, they will all become saints at the end of the world. Time can change everything, but it can't create an outcome that is not destined to happen out of thin air.

"It's not easy..."

Under the end of the calamity, it is not easy for everyone who can feel its existence, especially those who do not even have a slight advantage in strength, the former powerhouses.

Ling Qi's voice was flat, without emotion, without sighing, as if he was just stating a fact.

Ling Xuan listened, but nodded, as if he really agreed, he had just casually pinched to death a guy who was already pitiful enough.

His performance fell in the eyes of the other gods in the temple of gods, but it also confirmed the relationship between this person and the supreme saint. At the very least, it was known that he was now talking to the Supreme Sage alone.

It's no secret that Ling Xuan is different because of Ling Qi.

He has a completely different status from a certain genius god who is too curious and sometimes neurotic to talk to himself.

"I know, but I don't like him. ”

Ling Xuan smiled, raised his right hand and gently shook it at the bone, this golden skeleton that could even be used to refine the Divine Weapon Treasure was directly wiped out!

That's not all, after doing this, he actually lifted the wolf's head war knife that fell aside, weighed it, and slashed it at Kui Mu Wolf!

Ling Qi didn't stop it, he understood that Ling Xu's so-called dislike was not just referring to Kui Wood Wolf Jun.

Sometimes, there are some things that you really don't have to worry about too much. The result is always more important than the process, because it gives the process* real meaning. What's the use of a meaningless process, no matter how wonderful it is?

What Ling Xuan wants to do now is a kind of venting, but also an attempt.

And what Ling Qi had to do was to wait for him to complete this attempt.

As a result, it may not be important to Ling Xuan itself, but it still has some reference value for Ling Qi, even if this is Ling Xu's willful and reckless move!

Sometimes, things are just that much fun.