As time passed, the roar in the nameless monk's mind slowly subsided, and the black lines on the top of his head slowly dissipated.

Bang bang bang...

In the depths of the trial tower, Shangguan Wuji suddenly clapped his hands and applauded: "Haha...... It didn't disappoint me!"

Shangguan Wuji nodded slightly towards Xing Sen, and Xing Sen on the side also bowed his head.

Li Lao on the bed got up, stretched out very comfortably, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, let me pick him up!"

After Li Lao finished speaking, he was about to leave, Shangguan Wuji smiled slightly and waved his hand to stop Li Lao. "No hurry, no hurry...... Let's see what happens next..."

......

An hour later, the black qi on the nameless monk's body disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, within his dantian, a bright black light flickered, swimming aimlessly, and the silver-white true qi was gradually approaching all around.

Suddenly, the speed of the black dot surged, rushing out of the nameless monk's dantian, and then, the silver-white true qi rushed out like a wild horse, following the black dot, this abnormal change made Jiang Huan surprised, his eyes suddenly opened, and he saw an incredible scene.

When the silver white true qi rushed out uncontrollably, Jiang Huan also opened his eyes, and Jiang Huan saw that the nameless monk was slowly transforming, and his hand involuntarily retracted.

The nameless monk's skin was rapidly aging and shrinking, his closed eyes were deeply sunken, his previously warm face was as dry as tree bark, and his exposed hands and feet were even more skinny and bone-like.

If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, letting people know that he was still alive, it would only make people think that he was dead.

When Jiang Huan's gaze was immersed in the mutation of the nameless monk, a fierce chase was unfolding in the air a few feet above the ground, the position of the black light point flashed, and a relatively thick white true qi changed its form to chase and intercept the black point.

After a while, the white true qi turned into a net, wrapping the black dots, and the black dots in the net wanted to rush out of the net hole, but they were repelled by an invisible force.

Gradually, the white web contracted evenly until it turned into a fist-sized ball of light, completely submerging the tiny black dots.

The white light cluster trembled in the void for a few times, as if digesting something, and after a few breaths, the light cluster stopped trembling, and on the surface of the white light cluster, a few slender black lines faintly appeared, the light cluster.

Then, the white light group moved, turned into a wisp of true qi again, quietly flowed behind Jiang Huan, and entered Jiang Huan's dantian.

Jiang Huan's expression began to recover, looking at the nameless monk who looked like dead wood, and said to himself suspiciously: "Hmm......? What's going on?"

As soon as Jiang Huan spoke, the waist of the nameless monk moved slightly, and the demon pestle slowly moved out from below, floating above the nameless monk, releasing a faint light, and a low wailing sound sounded in the pestle.

The voice of the wailing was low and tactful, Jiang Huan's expression was moved, the sound of the wail echoed in his mind, he looked at the demon pestle with sympathy, and said stupidly: "This ...... Is it sad?"

Jiang Huan's heart was slightly depressed, and he looked at the nameless monk and the demon slaying pestle with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, Jiang Huan gritted his teeth, his face showed determination, and his right hand stretched out smoothly and gently rested on the top of the unknown monk's head.

When Jiang Huan stretched out his hand towards the nameless monk, the demon pestle suddenly began to tremble violently, and the pestle body fluttered forward, making a momentum of attacking Jiang Huan, but when he was close to Jiang Huan, he suddenly struggled and trembled and retreated, and the wailing sound released from the pestle's body became stronger and stronger.

At this time, the performance of the demon pestle seemed to be worried that Jiang Huan had killed the nameless monk, and he begged Jiang Huan helplessly.

Jiang Huan didn't pay attention to the strange behavior of the demon pestle, and looked at the nameless monk with a calm expression, and the soft cyan true qi in the dantian began to operate, slowly flowing towards his right hand.

The blue light on Jiang Huan's right palm flashed, and the soft cyan true qi flowed from the palm to the top of the nameless monk's head, and in the nameless monk's body, it exuded a soft blue light flowing.

When the blue light flickered, the trembling of the demon pestle gradually weakened, and the sound of wailing suddenly stopped, floating calmly beside Jiang Huan.

Where the cyan true air flowed through, the nameless monk's skin fluctuated slightly, looking more ruddy and vibrant, and the previous weak breathing gradually strengthened.

......

Half an hour later, a moan sounded in the square, and Jiang Huan, who was pale, slowly opened his eyes, shook his head helplessly, calmly withdrew his right hand, and got up and looked around with a stunned expression.

As soon as Jiang Huan got up, the figure of the demon pestle flashed, and he came to the nameless monk's side, flashing with a soft light.

At this time, the nameless monk's boring skin became a little ruddy, and his dry hands and feet became more flexible, although so, his old state remained unchanged, only adding a little vitality.

"Hmm...... This... Where is this? My eyes ......" The nameless monk's hands trembled, his old face was expressionless, his eyelids twitched up and down, but it was difficult to open them, and he said with a hoarse throat.

Hearing this, Jiang Huan's eyes trembled slightly, he slowly turned around, looked at the nameless monk, and said calmly and in a low voice: "Xuanyuan Empire, Yuangong Monastery, the nineteenth floor of the trial tower......"

Jiang Huan's voice sounded, the nameless monk's trembling hands froze, and the whole person seemed very calm, and it was not until a long time that he slowly spoke: "Xuanyuan Empire... Yuangong... Monastery... What year and month is it?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Huan was a little stunned, and said in a low voice: "What year and month? Xuanyuan calendar 5,615 years ......."

After Jiang Huan answered, the nameless monk was unusually calm, but his tone revealed sadness. "Xuanyuan is great... Five thousand... Six hundred and one... Fifteen years? I've been here for more than 4,000 years... It's so sad..."

The nameless monk spoke sadly, and he didn't ask Jiang Huan why he became in this state.

Even so, his calm words surprised Jiang Huan inexplicably, breaking Jiang Huan's understanding of the life span of a monk. "What... You have been here for more than 4,000 years! How is this possible, didn't the monks in the early days of foundation building only have a lifespan of more than 1,000 years? How could you have lived for more than 4,000 years......

"Huh...... Since the Buddha became Shura, there is still a life expectancy...... I know that my life is short, but I am not sad, but I am very grateful to you! Let me tell you a story, it happened at the beginning of the founding of the Xuanyuan Empire......" The nameless monk laughed at himself, and in a hoarse voice, he told Jiang Huan a tragic story.

......

More than 5,600 years ago, the situation in the middle of the mortal continent was chaotic, and a person was born to calm the world and establish the Xuanyuan Empire, and that person was Jiang Ling, the founding ancestor of the Xuanyuan Empire.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Xuanyuan Empire, although the general trend of the world began to stabilize, the border land was still constantly fighting.

In the second year of the founding of the Xuanyuan Empire, on a sunny day, in a mountain village on the western border of the empire, the adults in the village were working hard; the gray-haired old people gathered under the trees, drinking tea and chatting, and some children were playing around, watching the innocent children laugh happily, making the old people around them laugh happily.

But the fate was cruel, a group of mountain bandits broke into the village, at first, they killed people on sight, and the methods of killing were even more cruel, although some villagers resisted, but suffered even more brutal killings.

In just a moment, the people in the small village were slaughtered, the originally quiet and beautiful mountain village, there were bloody corpses everywhere, men, women, old people, children, and the most tragic thing was that some children were actually divided and eaten by mountain bandits, at this moment, the whole village was like purgatory on earth.

Eventually, several scarred villagers and a dying boy were surrounded by seven bandits on the cliff, and the bloodthirsty eyes of the bandits stared at the villagers, but they did not step forward, as if these villagers were already dead in their eyes.

Several of the villagers looked at him in despair, but the man holding the boy had a resolute gaze, and he had only one wish in his heart, and that was to let his child live.

Later, a villager in his 40s said to the villager who was holding the boy in his arms: "He Qun! We will drag the bandits in a while, and you can take the child first!"

"No!" He Qun looked at the child in his arms with a sad expression when he heard this, but he still said firmly.

When the other villagers heard this, their expressions flickered a little, and after they glanced at the boy, their expressions became resolute again, and they all nodded heavily at He Qun.

"You ......" Seeing that a few villagers were so resolute, He Qun had mixed emotions and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

The surrounding bandits still did not move, and a scar-faced bandit stepped forward, pointed the knife in his hand at the villagers, and laughed arrogantly: "Haha...... Brothers, these sheep still want to fight the trapped beasts... Ha ha... Hahaha..."

"Haha... Hahaha...... It's all something that doesn't know whether it's alive or dead..."

"Brothers, be careful, don't let the sheep bite you...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

"That's right, that's right! Sheep are killing! I'm so scared, haha... Hahaha......"

After Scarface finished speaking, the other bandits also laughed, and kept sneering at the villagers, laughing at them for their inadequacy.

Listening to these sarcastic words, although the villagers were angry in their hearts, they did not act rashly, and the others surrounded He Qun and the children behind them, and they looked at the mountain bandits as if they were dead.

"Kill!"

One of the village names roared, and the others rushed forward, each entangled with a mountain bandit.

At the same time as the villagers rushed forward, one of the villagers also hurriedly spoke: "He Qun! Hurry up! Take the child and live!"

He Qun looked at these villagers in front of him, with tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and glanced at the arrogant mountain bandits, and rushed out to the side with the child in his arms.

"Brothers, kill me!" Scarface suddenly stopped smiling as the villagers rushed forward, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes, and said to several mountain bandits.

When the two parties met, one of the villagers grabbed a mountain bandit to the death, and let the knife in the hand of the mountain bandit chop, and refused to let go.

Seeing this, the ferociousness in the eyes of the mountain bandits was even worse, and they saw the sword light flashing on the cliff, and all the villagers were dismembered by the mountain bandits.

After dividing the bodies of these villagers, the mountain bandits were still disgusted to spit on the corpses, and then, a mountain bandit with a cold gaze walked quickly to Scarface's side, and said with an excited expression: "Brother Scar, run one, do you want to chase it?"

Hearing this, Scarface looked up into the distance, and saw He Qun who was running wildly, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile and said, "Hehe, don't chase it...... Let him go...... Our mission has been accomplished...... Let's go..."

After saying that, Scarface threw down the bloodstained knife in his hand, shook his hand, and walked towards the village under the mountain with the other mountain bandits.