"Strength, what kind of power can make these immortals become wastes?" The white-faced scholar keenly captured the key point in Lin Tian's words, and raised the doubts in his heart with this......

The rest of the people also nodded, looking forward to Lin Tian's answer, hoping to get a satisfactory answer, staring at Lin Tian with a pair of hot eyes, hoping that they could give them a very satisfactory answer, if they really found a way to deal with the immortals, they would no longer need to be oppressed, they could rise up and resist, and they could end the rule of the immortals......

Although people are still ruling on the surface, they now know deeply that it is impossible for people to survive under such a brutal rule, the wheels of history are rolling forward, and mortals can only enjoy the last time before the wheels roll in front of him, and when the wheels roll, they become history, and new emperors, new forces, and new dynasties will appear......

But now there are immortals who have intervened in the wheel of history, stagnating, mediocre, miserable, and boiling with resentment, and for a time the whole world seems to have turned gray and black, and everything has become heavy and depressing......

Everybody wants to resist, everybody wants to change, everybody doesn't want the current life, they are terrified, like a rat living in the shadows, afraid to see the light, afraid that someone will kill him, afraid of all kinds of things, they cower, because in front of them, there are many people who try to resist, but what is the result? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, the rebellion gradually stopped, slowly disappeared, until now, for many years, people are still accustomed to this kind of life, began to live silently, endure, no longer because of blood to stand at the head of the village raised arms and shout, no longer in the stormy night, holding the long sword in the hand, conquering one city after another, no longer standing in the bloody palace, standing in the seat of the emperor, who once sat the most noble person in the world, announcing to the world the end of an era, a new era is coming......

When the blood is sprinkled, when the disappointment again and again, the despair again and again, impacting the boiling blood, they are like a basin of cold water, a basin of cold water to the extreme, constantly extinguishing the burning fire, so that the river of blood flowing, slowly lowering his temperature......

Until now, the blood has become cold-blooded, and there is no longer a long river cast by blood, only lonely and drifting cold-blooded, in the dry riverbed, like a pool of stagnant water, there is no possibility of flowing, unless the surging river water washes this dry riverbed again, so that the dead and cold-blooded, hot again, the hot blood needs to be washed by the flood, and the irrigation of hope is needed......

How many years, there is no more blood, cold-blooded is already the norm, at the end of the riverbed, an immortal, like a devil, blocked the surging river, once it appears, it will be killed, ruthlessly killed, no one can survive......

Even the nectar of heaven was killed......

When he insists on shining the world for three years, then within three years, the dark clouds will no longer appear, and his light will be sprinkled in the world for three years, and there will be no rain in the world, drying up, except for the powerless scolding, it seems that he can only expect the black clouds to gather and cover the sun, looking forward to the long-lost nectar......

Immortals are like this, the sun is like this, the heavy shackles fall on people's heads, unable to resist, unable to resist, unintentionally resisting, in the face of heavy shackles, many people choose to kneel on the ground, many people stand up strongly, but the reality is like an abomination executioner, cutting off the legs of those who are standing, beheading the unyielding, no one can stand under his sword and axe, and no one can stand......

Oppression, long-term oppression, endless oppression, when countless people with lofty ideals stand up, when countless people who do not know the truth stand up for the ideals in their hearts, only to find that what awaits them is not a storm or a storm, but a more miserable despair......

There was no struggle at all, all the efforts came to naught in an instant, the pain in the heart, the fire in the chest, was pressed by a heavy shackle, so that they could not breathe, when they tried their best to stand up, only to find that it was not a rain that passed the sky, but an endless rainstorm, torrential rain, and torrential rain......

The kneeling man could not understand their pain, whether it was the bleakness of giving all his strength or despair, the misery of giving everything and getting nothing in return, the indignation, the aggrieved, the depressed of standing up with his life and finally falling without knowing who the enemy was!

Why can't the gods of heaven open their eyes, why can't they see their efforts, why do they always die in despair, why do they stand up with hope, but this is the result? No one can accept it, and they can't accept that standing up is the result of death......

But what is the use of begging? Only the terrible thunder and the roaring rain will wash away their efforts, their efforts, their all, their lives, and their blood......

The blood is no longer surging......

Loss of enthusiasm......

The congealed blood, the dead river, the blood-stained earth......

Everything, everything is gloomy......

People live in a world without brilliance, children born see no hope, dead old people don't know what color is, no one cares about lonely corners, buried blood-boiling pioneers, no one will stand in front of their graves, no one will burn paper money for them......

No one remembers them, maybe some people know their efforts, but they failed, the losers, surely they cannot be remembered forever, and they are still hateful rebels, some rioters who try to rebel!

No one dares to commemorate them, and no one wants to spend money to burn incense and paper for them......

The kneeling people, accustomed to kneeling, they can't stand up, and they don't want to stand up, and the people who stand up, seeing despair, fall down, and they are even more "humble" than the kneeling people! They at least kneel, and those who try to stand up, but they fall to the ground forever, and they are not even qualified to kneel, they are pathetic people, poor people......

Anyone who kneels in any way with the person trying to stand up will be laid down, forever, with their eyes closed.

And so, the kneeling people began to hate, they did not hate the people who made them kneel, and they hated the people who should have been kneeling but now there are people who stand up and even burden them with the qualifications to kneel, they don't want to lie down, they kneel at least to live, and to lie down they die, and to stand up means to lie down, so no one wants to stand up, on the contrary they hate the person who stands up, and they make the person who wants to stand up, and no one wants to be inexplicably harmed......

In the face of such a general trend in the world, no matter who it is, it cannot be changed, because the immortals are like mountains pressing on everyone's body, making people breathless.

Of course, they didn't know if there were immortals on it before, if they hadn't seen the countless corpses in the basin and Lin Tian's sudden narration, they wouldn't have believed that there were so-called immortals in the world.

But now that they believe it, they have to face a completely new problem, that is, the power of immortals is too powerful, unimaginably powerful.

From the mythological stories, it may not be possible to know the real power of the immortals, at most it is some gods who pretend to be ghosts, and only exist in myths, although it is said to be mysterious, but for thousands of years, it is impossible not to even see the shadow, there is only one legend, one by one seems to be foggy legends, these legends are true or false can not be verified, of course, more people regard him as a story to intimidate children, or a story to educate people to be good, rather than admiring, rather than worshipping piously, because it seems to have no meaning at all。

But now they have found that there are really immortals, they are real immortals, not the existence of false things in myths, nor false stories, when the real thing happens in front of their eyes, they can't help but break out in a cold sweat behind their backs.

Now, the real truth is happening in front of his eyes, in his time, the immortal really exists, but he doesn't seem to show up, always hiding in the shadows, manipulating everything, and all of this is so chilling.

Was the previous emperor because there were immortals standing behind him? And when the new immortals began to foster new forces, did it also mean that the old immortals were beaten? This was the era of the immortals, was this their era?

They were confused, at this moment, they were a little overwhelmed, if this was the case, then what were they? Are they just pawns to be manipulated by the immortals? No! Absolutely not be! It can't be a pawn that is arbitrarily manipulated by the immortals, he doesn't want to be a pawn, he has his ambitions, he wants to be a strong man above ten thousand people and under one person! A real strong man!

However, now it is a floating cloud, even if they are incredibly powerful, even if they are so powerful that they are suffocating, even if they can kill in tens of thousands of troops, but what is it?

Immortals, born strong, their strength lies in the fact that no one can match, and in the face of tens of millions of troops, they can also sweep the clouds, kill them without leaving a piece of armor, kill them and scatter their military hearts, and kill them to lose their armor......

It's not to kill and kill in the tens of millions of troops, because they don't need to kill and kill inside, they are high, they can exterminate countless people with a wave of their hands, this is a height that they can't reach and will never be able to reach!

When they kill with their blades, they can talk and laugh in high places, and even point out the country, they can do anything, they can think about anything, they can say anything, and they must surrender to their feet in heaven and earth, because they are noble immortals, because they are powerful immortals......

In the face of immortals, there is really no one who has the courage to resist them, since ancient times, there are no stories and legends that mortals can defeat the immortals who are high above, nothing......

Now, Lin Tian just said it so simply, it made their blood almost coagulate, if they could really defeat the immortals, then they could really stand alone, and when the time came, who in the world could compete with him?

Therefore, he was looking forward to, expecting Lin Tian to have a way to deal with those immortals who were high above.

If it can really be dealt with, it means that the general trend of the world will change, and they will no longer be pawns of immortals fighting for power.

When the time comes, this situation will also be completely changed, everything will start again, and then it will be the real world heroes, not some immortals behind the control, no one likes their efforts in the eyes of others is just a joke, no one likes to be ** The chess pieces that are controlled, that is the life of a puppet, that is the sadness of not knowing that you are a puppet and still enjoying it, but now if there is no way to defeat the immortals, then the situation will not be able to change, this is inevitable, the immortals exist, the immortals are invincible, then there are some things that will not change, and they cannot be changed......

Therefore, the white-faced scholar asked his question, which was not only his problem, but also the problem of the other three, and of course, the question of the countless people who were persecuted by the emperor and wanted to stand up, defeating the immortals, no matter how heavy the price was......

Lin Tian paused, he promised that they would think so much, just casually, but since the other party wanted to ask, he was not stingy with his answer and said: "The way to turn immortals into waste is actually very simple, it is to extract the source of their power, and it is also the fundamental thing that their strength needs, that is, the immortal qi that swims in the air! As long as there is no immortal qi, there will naturally be no power......

The white-faced scholar listened quietly, and after listening, he immediately asked, "How can I extract the immortal qi!"

This is the most urgent question he has now, and it is all the question he wants to know, so he does not hesitate, or he has wanted to ask for a long time, he actually doesn't care what power it is, but what can be extracted to make the immortal lose his power!

Lin Tian furrowed his brows, and said helplessly: "Immortal qi is not something that can be extracted if you want to, you must know that above the immortals are actually the real immortals, only they have the ability to extract the immortal qi, even if they are immortals, it is impossible to extract ......"

"How can this be...... The white-faced scholar seemed to be struck, and he was a little sluggish for a while, as if he had aged for decades all of a sudden!

"However, the immortal qi is gradually decreasing, and it may all dissipate soon," Lin Tian then added......

The white-faced scholar's eyes ignited a spark of hope, immortal energy, although immortal energy can make immortals strong, but he doesn't like it, because he is not an immortal, but a real mortal, the dissipation of immortal energy, did not make them have a little frustration, on the contrary, they are very excited, yes, if the high immortals lose the immortal energy they rely on for survival, maybe it is really just like a lamb to the slaughter......

"How long will it take?" asked not the white-faced scholar this time, but the patch man......