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He'd lived so long that even he didn't know how many years he had lived.

It can be said that the vast majority of the immortals in the Heavenly Realm now are his juniors.

For such an old man, it is considered an ancient legend, but it is conceivable how long ago this legend was born, and even Tai Bai Xing doubted that this legend would have appeared at the beginning of the creation of the world.

If it is really as Tai Bai Xing thinks, then this legend is likely to involve the truth of the world.

This legend has been soaked in the river for too long, and it has been soaked in the river for a long time, and some of it is rotten, and Tai Bai Xing only remembers the approximate meaning - the talent in the world is roughly maintained at a fixed level, and when a cultivation genius is born, it means that another cultivation genius will die.

Immortals will not die of old age, but they will also die, in addition to the battle of life and death, more immortals are dying in those endless dangers in the vast Nine Heavens.

Despite the danger, there were still countless immortals who went to the depths of the Nine Heavens one after another.

Probably because although they have cultivated to become immortals, they still maintain their human nature in their bones, and they have an irrepressible desire to explore dangers and unknowns, even if they know that they may be shattered, they ignore it.

This ancient legend is very similar to the law of conservation of all things in modern times, because there is no way to verify it, so the legend has always been a legend.

It's not that the gods don't want to verify the authenticity, there is really no way to verify it.

Because the immortals do not belong to the jurisdiction of the underworld, and the vast majority of the immortals wander in the Nine Heavens, living in no fixed place, the Nine Heavens are vast and boundless, and the Heavenly Realm cannot understand the dynamics of each immortal in time, perhaps after an immortal falls for a thousand years, no one in the Heavenly Realm knows.

However, Tai Bai Xing has always believed in this legend - in fact, it should be called a conjecture - in his heart, and even he himself can't say why he believes it, maybe it is because of some kind of intuition?

Tai Bai Xing's demeanor is very quiet and serene, which is very different from the way he looks when he plays games on weekdays.

He looked at Song Qiu's appearance of cultivating the Burning Sun Technique, thinking about his own thoughts.

If this ancient legend is true, then in the past few hundred years, geniuses like Su Baixian, Daozhen Monk, and Song Qiu have emerged, does it mean that in that endless Nine Heavens, there are at least three of their old friends who have fallen? And among those fallen immortals, will there be a big man standing at the top of the Heavenly Realm?

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Jiang Fenghan sat under a big tree, enjoying the rare sunshine in Jiangcheng in winter.

He looked at the trees above his head that remained lush in the cold weather, squinted at the light of the sun shining on his face through the intersecting branches and leaves, and his mind flew away for a long time, not knowing where he went.

The murderer who killed and then committed suicide Jiang Fenghan knew.

It's because of the knowledge that it's tricky.

That person is Qin Hanye, the inner disciple of the Shangqing faction of Maoshan Mountain, and he is also the most favored disciple of Ouyang Dispelling Evil Sect, the head of the Shangqing faction of Maoshan today, and he is very popular among the sect.

Maoshan Shangqing School is one of the five major sects of cultivating immortals in China today, and Kunlun Tiangong is known in the world, and has always had the title of "East Maoshan and West Kunlun".

Although it was difficult to imagine the reason why such an immortal cultivator committed suicide, Jiang Fenghan never doubted Song Qiu's testimony.

He has personally seen the scene of the two murders, the nine deceased all died under the swordsmanship of the Maoshan faction, and Qin Hanye's death method is also a definite suicide, if according to the police's closing procedures, these two murders can already be closed, because the murderer has been found, and the murderer has also committed suicide, so in the eyes of the police, if you are irresponsible, this matter can be regarded as completely over.

Jiang Fenghan is different, he is not a policeman, he has no interest in whether the police close the case, he only cares about the reasons for two things.

There will never be love for no reason, there will be no hate for no reason, and there can be no murder and suicide for no reason.

What is it for, exactly?

Is it to make the Maoshan faction and Song Qiu enemies, so as to force Song Qiu's hole cards?

Jiang Fenghan frowned and thought to himself, and then he shook his head again.

He always felt that this conclusion was wrong, it didn't make sense why Qin Hanye would commit suicide willingly, and in this conclusion, it was inevitable that the opponent would take Song Qiu too seriously, right?

Old man, you really have the courage to play a good chess hand, and you dare to abandon such a key chess piece. However, no matter how clever a chess player is, when he personally plays as a chess piece, it means that he can no longer stand on a high place and think about problems from an objective point of view.

This means that there will always be flaws in some places where you fall, and there will always be a place to break the game.

Jiang Fenghan thought in silence.

In fact, the police and "Yuanlong" should also know like him that the whole thing is strange, very wrong, and very problematic.

In fact, anyone with a brain knows that there is something wrong with this matter, but no one has a way to prove it.

Because the roar before death turned all explanations into weak confessions.

This is not even a conspiracy, Qin Hanye used his life to arrange an upright and unbreakable conspiracy.

Jiang Fenghan sighed, stood up, looked up at the winter sun on the forest leaves, and said with emotion: "It's difficult. ”

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Qin Hanye's roar before he died made Jiang Fenghan feel a headache and felt very tricky.

But he didn't know that there were more headaches and tricks to come.

Qin Hanye's shouting was very loud, and his voice drifted far away, and as time passed, he even drifted to Maoshan Mountain, thousands of miles away.

The night covered the top and bottom of Maoshan Mountain, and dozens of palaces were lit with oil lamps.

In fact, for immortal cultivators, they are not opposed to the convenience of life brought by technology, most immortal cultivators already have mobile phones, and many immortal cultivators are even the most fanatical technology enthusiasts.

But the palace in Maoshan still retains the ancient lighting method.

Not because the Taoists of Maoshan are stubborn and old-fashioned, but because their oil lamps are attached to the unique Taoism of the Shangqing School, each with its own use, there have been practitioners of other sects who joke about this, Maoshan might as well change its name to Dengshan, because the mountain is full of all kinds of oil lamps.

In a palace on the top of a hill, the oil lamps crackled and burned, and a young Taoist was looking at the one hundred and sixty-eight oil lamps in front of him.

Qin Hanye's dying cry was like a ripe fruit hanging on a tree, when someone was thirsty and hungry and wanted to pick, he could easily take it off.

And now, this young Taoist is about to pick this fruit.