Wang Wushu locked onto the fleeing fox and followed it closely.

Feeling the dwindling aura in his body, he let out a long sigh.

He reminisced about the past.

When Wang Wushu began to practice, it was in the age of the end of the Fa, and his aura was exhausted.

If ordinary monks want to practice, they need to run to the mountains that are inaccessible.

Because only in these places, the aura content in the surrounding environment will be slightly higher, and the monk can barely breathe in.

In his time, not to mention becoming an immortal, just building a foundation was already an insurmountable difficulty.

Many of the brothers and sisters who practiced with Wang Wushu had cultivated all their lives, and in the end, they were only in the realm of Qi cultivation. There is no chance at all, to see the scenery from above.

But he is different, in terms of cultivation talent, Wang Invincible is worthy of his name.

He's an absolute genius.

In that era of the end of the Dharma when his aura was exhausted, he overcame all the obstacles along the way and walked out of a path of his own cultivation.

From practicing qi to building a foundation, to Jindan, to turning into a god, and finally to crossing the tribulation.

Step by step, Wang Wushu cultivated penance for most of his life, paid a price unimaginable to ordinary people, and finally touched the threshold of the position of human immortals.

However, there are no immortals in the end of the law, this is an iron law.

In an incomprehensible sense, compared to the brothers who have only been in the Qi cultivation realm all their lives, Wang Wushu may be more unlucky.

On the top of the high mountain, you can see the river rushing.

He had seen the scenery halfway up the mountain, how could he not be curious about the superb beauty of the mountaintop.

In this life, he is not an immortal, and the king is invincible and unwilling.

So, in the opposition of everyone around him, he chose to forcibly cross the catastrophe.

Wang Wushu wants to reopen the road to immortality in the era of the end of the law.

However, manpower was sometimes exhausted, and under the terrifying human immortal tribulation, he finally failed.

With the help of the treasures that have been passed down from generation to generation, he survived.

But half of his life was gone, and the catastrophe also left a wound on his body.

I have to say, God is really vicious sometimes.

After the failure of the tribulation, every time Wang Wushu used the Dao technique, even the most basic Qing Shui Duel, the scars on his back would make him extremely painful.

What's even more terrifying is that the aura in his body will be permanently reduced, and it cannot be replenished by breathing or other means.

In other words, every time he used the spell, while enduring severe pain, Wang Wushu would become a little weaker.

For a monk like him, there was probably no more terrible punishment in the world than this.

Therefore, in recent decades, Wang Wushu has been sitting firmly in the Yuqing Palace and rarely makes a move.

Fate is so good at playing tricks on people, and after a few decades, the aura is revived and the road to immortality is reopened.

The era of the end of the law has completely passed.

If he hadn't forcibly crossed the catastrophe back then, now, he should be the only human immortal in this heaven and earth.

Whenever he thought of this, Wang Wudi would always make a cup of strong bitter tea and then drink it down.

Thinking of this, he came back to his senses from his memories.

Wang Wudi is a little eager to drink tea.

At this time, the fox's hoarse voice came, and I have to say that its desire to survive is really strong.

"You have a wound on your body, and it won't be easy to kill me, so why can't we get along with each other."

Feeling the weaker and weaker breath in his body, the old man let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, that's it, I want to go back to tea."

The fox in front of him had already touched the threshold of the beast fairy, and if he didn't try his best, Wang Wushu couldn't kill it at all.

The old man made a decision in his heart, and his gaze became firm.

Stopping the pace of chasing, he slowly spoke: "The avenue is ruthless, running the sun and the moon." ”

When the fox in front of him saw him stop, he thought that Wang Wushu had given up, but when he heard what he was saying, he cried out in horror.

"Are you crazy! Don't you want to cultivate this body? ”

Feeling the aura surging around the enemy, the fox's eyes became a little desperate, and then he attacked a little frantically, and a wind blade slashed out towards Wang Invincible.

In the face of the swift wind blade, Wang Wuving's face did not change and completely ignored it.

He made a decision, and the aura in his body flowed wildly, and the aura around him became extremely terrifying.

Wang Wuving's gaze turned to the fox, his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

Then he tapped it lightly with his finger, and the old man opened his mouth and gently spit out a word.

"Extinguish."

In the next second, this fox that had the opportunity to become the first immortal in this world disappeared, leaving no trace.

On the other side, Wang Wushu sat on the ground with some weakness, panting heavily.

With the blow just now, he almost exhausted all the aura in his body.

After resting for a long time and calming down his breathing, the old man took out his mobile phone from his pocket with some difficulty and made a phone call to go out.

Wang Wudi told the layman his location and asked him to pick him up.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Wudi, who was infinitely tired, simply lay down.

Feeling this long-lost feeling of weakness, he closed his eyes.

It may be that the morning air is too humid, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes, and then let out a long sigh.

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

"I hate not to give birth to the great world of cultivation."

…………

In Nanjiang City, when they learned that the palace master of Yuqing Palace had killed the enemy and triumphed, everyone was in a good mood.

So, after searching the city for the last time in a carpet style to make sure that there were no fish that slipped through the net, Gu Changsheng and the others got on a helicopter and rushed towards Yuqing Palace.

By the time I got back, it was already afternoon.

After glancing at the time, Gu Changsheng directly pulled Li Xuanan and walked to the familiar room, preparing to accompany Wang Wudi, who had returned from killing the enemy, to rub mahjong.

Walking outside the house, Gu Changsheng raised his voice to say hello, and directly pushed the door and walked in.

As he expected, the old man was sitting at the mahjong table, lying flat next to him, and the two of them were drinking tea.

was about to speak, but Gu Changsheng was suddenly stunned.

The old man in front of him had white hair, his breath was weak, and there was still a little bit of the momentum of the world's immortals.

Except for his unusually bright eyes, Wang Wushu is no different from ordinary old men.

Gu Changsheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The old man was still wearing a Mao suit, his clothes were clean and tidy, and there was not a trace of wrinkles on them.

Taking a sip of tea, Wang Wudi said in a calm tone: "What are you doing in a daze, my cultivation is gone, and I will rely on mahjong to make a living in the future, come and open a table." ”

Then he happily put on a posture and beckoned everyone to sit down.

After a little hesitation, Gu Changsheng sat down.

Wang Wudi has good luck today, and he won alone as soon as he came up, and he kept talking when he was playing cards.

But the remaining three people had mixed feelings and remained silent.

After a while, feeling the strangeness of the atmosphere, Wang Wushu happily reprimanded them.

"What are you doing with a sad face, I'm not going to die, at least I have more than ten years to live."

Gu Changchang breathed a sigh of relief, touched a card and came back, and then doubted his eyes a little.

He looked at the four whiteboards that Wang Wushu had dropped, and then looked at the whiteboards he had touched, and his brows furrowed.

……

Good guy, you old man is ready to use all the aura in your body to play cards and cheat, right?