Whether it is the mortal world or the fairy world, there is no real Pure Land of Bliss in this world, and no matter where you go, it is the world where the strong are respected.

If you think that once you cultivate immortals, you will ascend to the sky in one step and be happy from now on, then the cruel reality will definitely be disappointing.

For the weak, no matter where they go, they are the lowest level of the world, and they are all stepping stones for others.

Even if you are the master of a faction, even if your cultivation has almost reached the pinnacle of this world, you will still be trampled under the feet and wantonly humiliated.

Unless you can really cross that threshold, ascend to the sky in one step, and build a monument, you are just an ant in this world!

The monument is cast, which means that life has just begun.

It's not scary to be an ant, the scariest thing is to be an ant with self-esteem.

Lingguang Immortal Monarch is such a self-respecting ant, he has a ball of anger in his heart, and he does not express his unhappiness.

His father was tortured and killed to death, he didn't want revenge all the time, the disciples in the door only knew that he was silent, but no one knew Lu Dao, he had to stab himself every night when there was no one, only such a sore spot, such a feeling of blood release, can make him feel a trace of pleasure, can make him continue to endure and suppress his anger, so that he will not immediately rush into the Nine Knock Immortal Gate to kill himself.

Being alive is the closest road to revenge, and being quick is the farthest road to revenge.

This world is for the successful, and the senseless suicide of the weak will not be respected, but will become the laughing stock of others. In the absence of strength, the so-called revenge is to seek death, and to avenge death is to take revenge?

Therefore, Lingguang Xianjun has always chosen to be silent, just as he showed when he saw his father being dismembered into ten pieces and hung on the lintel of the Gathering Spirit Gate with a hook for hanging pork.

At that time, everyone up and down the Spirit Gathering Gate despised the silence shown by the Spirit Light Immortal Monarch, thinking that it was a sign of cowardice.

Silence does not mean no resistance, on the contrary, silence is the most powerful burst of anger in the heart of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, and it is the strongest sound of the roar!

In the eyes of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, the anger without the support of strength is just a wild dog barking, which is useless.

At that time, Lingguang Immortal Jun felt that he still had a chance to take revenge, he had cultivated faster than others since he was a child, and when others were still struggling in the fractal realm, he had already become a Dan, and when others were still struggling in the fractal realm, he had already begun to cast a stele.

There is no doubt that Lingguang Immortal Monarch is a genius, and for geniuses, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved, so Lingguang Immortal Monarch disdains to let out a wild dog-like roar, he gritted his teeth, and once he opened his mouth, he would eat people.

However, two hundred years have passed, and the cultivation of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch has not entered the realm at all, and the so-called genius has become a mediocre talent step by step, but the anger in his chest has been expanding all the time, swelling to the point that the small body of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch cannot accommodate it, not only the anger of the Nine Knocking Immortal Gate, but also the anger of the self who is not angry.

But Lingguang Immortal Monarch has never given up his self-esteem, wanting revenge is his last dignity, when even the idea of revenge is extinguished, when, Lingguang Immortal Monarch doesn't even have his own dignity.

The sound of the stele crystal shattering was like a heavy hammer striking the heart of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch.

For more than two hundred years, the seventy-three thousand nine hundred and fifteen swords that pierced the heart of the chest in the middle of the night every day were not as painful as the sound of the broken stele.

Lingguang Immortal Jun has always hoped that his cultivation can go further and reach the realm of casting a stele, as long as the "Gathering Spirit Formula" of their Gathering Spirit Gate is successful, they will be able to recruit the world's spirit medium, gather the ghosts of the wind and clouds, and it is a means to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

As long as he can cast a monument and give him thirty years of development time, Lingguang Immortal Jun is sure to challenge the authority of some Nine Knocking Immortal Sects.

At least after the stele was successfully cast, it would not be so easy for the Nine Knocks Immortal Gate to kill him. It's a big deal, as soon as he leaves, after the successful casting of the monument, the demand for resources is very small, he can sneak into those extremely evil places where life is cut off, slowly lick his wounds, accumulate strength, recruit psychic ghosts and ghosts to make them his own disciples, one day, he can swell into a behemoth, and ask for his dignity from the Nine Knock Immortal Gate!

However, as the stele crystal cracked, one of the hearts of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch was completely shattered!

The initial sound of the stele crystal cracking, Lingguang Immortal Jun was still able to deceive himself, thinking that he still had a chance, and the stele crystal crack was only temporary and could be bridged, however, with the second stele crystal cracking, Lingguang Immortal Jun knew very well that his cultivation would retreat thousands of miles, and it would be difficult to reach the realm of casting the stele again!

The Spiritual Light Immortal Monarch is desperate!

Looking at the four corpses of the disciples who were stunned inch by inch, and only a pile of skeletons remained, the disciples of the Gathering Spirit Sect all showed angry expressions.

One of them suppressed his roar and said: "Door Master, I can't bear it any longer, let's kill the Nine Knocks on the Immortal Gate, and I will bite those damn Nine Knocks on the Immortal Gate if I die!"

The other one also roared with a stern face: "Sooner or later, it will be death, both horizontal and vertical, Lao Tzu can't stand this nest anymore, the master of the door, if you don't have the courage to go to the Nine Knock Immortal Gate to take revenge, then continue to be a shrinking turtle, I won't wait!"

"Yes, yes, the master of the door, I have said a long time ago, you can be a turtle with a shrunken head, but you must not shrink your head when you cultivate immortals, once you retract your head, you can no longer stretch it out, just like you are now, you can't go further, but you start to regress, if it goes on like this, it won't be long before our Gathering Spirit Gate will be finished!"

The more than thirty disciples of the Gathering Spirit Sect were filled with righteous indignation one by one, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring, originally they were angry at the silence of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, and they had been suppressing it all along, but at this time, they finally found the flashpoint, and all of them burst out of anger at once. At this moment, the cultivation of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch who has regressed one after another, there is not much to be feared about, who in the world does not know that cultivating immortals is a boat against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and it is still a thousand miles away?

When you have the strength, it is natural for everyone to carry it, but you don't have the strength? Sorry, it takes effort to carry someone on your shoulders, and if you are beaten down with a stick without stepping on two feet, it is enough to be interesting.

Everyone has grievances in their chests, everyone is fed up with the silence or cowardice of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, everyone can step on the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, a cowardly and speechless guy who watched his father being dismantled, everyone can stand in a higher position than the Lingguang Immortal Monarch and look down on the cowardly and useless Lingguang Immortal Monarch, and one by one they all spit out the words in their hearts, shouting to kill the Nine Knock on the Immortal Gate.

Only the middle-aged man in the long robe, like a scholar, pursed his lips tightly, did not spit out a word, and looked at the surrounding fellow disciples with a pair of eyes a little cold, ignoring the roar.

The Lingguang Immortal Monarch in the storm whirlpool seemed to have heard the noisy sounds, stretched out his slender fingers, and touched the cracked stele crystal on his chest, although this crack was only three inches long, but it ran through the inside, all the way to the heart of the Lingguang Immortal Monarch, the Lingguang Immortal Monarch knew very well that this crack was incurable!

Lingguang Xianjun's expression began to change gradually, and the teeth that were originally clenched slowly loosened at this time, and with a mouth, Lingguang Xianjun spit out a sentence.

"Everyone, don't bark here, if you have the guts, you will kill that dog mongrel with me, eat meat and drink blood, and indulge in pleasure, how about it?"