When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

During Li Changxiao's seven hundred years of cultivation, he only stayed in Lingtian Continent for less than a hundred years.

When the Lingtian Dynasty was strong, it was actually a dazzling presence in the entire Fuyao world and even the entire cultivation world.

After all, there are only two dynasties that can rule a continent in the entire cultivation world.

However, Li Changxiao didn't like the Lingtian Dynasty.

So he left the Lingtian Dynasty, left Lingtian Continent, and traveled around the world of Fuyao.

Even later, he left Fuyao World and went to several worlds as famous as Fuyao World...

His cultivation level is low.

But I have been to many, many places and met many talented people.

Just talk about the evil dragon that I killed some time ago.

Fuyao is a famous talent in the world.

But Li Changxiao had seen existences that were a thousand times more terrifying than him. He had seen the holy son and saint in Fuyao Holy Land who were so dazzling that people could not look directly at them.

I have seen the perverted genius who came out of the Wanli Snow Mountain, and the handsome monk in the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.

There are too many stars in the sky.

It was so spectacular when all the heroes competed for glory.

Li Changxiao had come into contact with quite a few big figures, and of course, most of them came into contact with them in lowly capacities such as handymen, servants, chess pieces, cannon fodder, etc.

No one will remember him, and no one will ever think highly of him.

Li Changxiao sometimes thinks.

Now the spiritual energy is exhausted.

How would those big shots react?

Then he laughed at himself.

It has nothing to do with yourself.

Li Changxiao continued to walk, no matter whether his spiritual energy was exhausted or not, his steps might be bigger and smaller, but his rhythm never changed.

The sun and moon alternate.

Li Changxiao finally realized that his money had bottomed out.

Without money, I can’t drink, eat meat, or taste delicious food from all over the world…

Really boring.

So, when he passed by a small town, he wanted to stay here for a few days and earn some money.

He saw that the town had a canal.

It is a resting place for passing boatmen.

So, he volunteered and performed a gorgeous-looking sword move in front of a merchant shipowner, saying that he was a relatively famous swordsman in the world.

The boatman was out doing business, and he made money by being friendly. Seeing that the swordsman was handsome and not like a bad guy, he hired him to look after the boat for a few days.

A few days later.

The boatman left.

Li Changxiao had more than a dozen copper coins in his hand, and he happily walked deep into the alley to find a tavern.

He came up with new ways to drink.

When I came to a restaurant, I asked the waiter for a big white bowl, three slices of ginger, a small amount of sugar, a small amount of coarse salt, a small bottle of vinegar, and a sauce-flavored duck leg.

Li Changxiao first put the duck legs aside.

Rub the bottom of a large white bowl with ginger slices and squeeze out the ginger juice.

Then, pour "Zui Sheng Meng Si" into the bowl, and then add vinegar, sugar, and salt in sequence.

Mix well with chopsticks.

When the waiter saw it, he quickly found the shopkeeper and said that a weirdo had come to the inn. The shopkeeper slapped the waiter on the head and cursed, just make the customers comfortable and stop gossiping behind their backs.

Otherwise, if someone cuts you with a sword, I can't stop him.

The waiter nodded repeatedly and continued busy with the work at hand, but he still couldn't restrain his curiosity and peeked at the swordsman's drinking method from time to time.

The swordsman took a sip of the strange wine and a sip of the sauce-flavored duck leg. He ate it with great pleasure, and the waiter was so excited that he thought it was weird. Could this really be delicious?

After the swordsman dropped a few coins and left.

He immediately went over, dipped his finger into some wine, put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it.

He murmured in his mouth that it didn't taste good. The swordsman was obviously handsome and his white clothes were spotless, but the taste was really weird.

Wait until he comes to his senses.

The swordsman has already entered the forest.

After leaving the Long Laixiang Dining Hall, Li Changxiao no longer deliberately calculated the time.

Therefore, he didn't know how long he had been gone.

Just know.

When he walked to Hengtianyuan.

It was a night, and the breeze was gentle, but it was mixed with a fishy smell that could not be resolved.

He rubbed his drunken eyes and saw two groups of people fighting not far away.

One black and one white, one evil and one righteous.

Impassioned speeches from righteous people.

It is bound to destroy the demon sect and bring peace to the world.

Li Changxiao only thought that he had seen this scene before.

It seems that there once was a massive siege in the world of spiritual practice.

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The people of the Demon Sect are very murderous and would almost trade their lives for their lives.

But the Demon Gate lost.

Viewed from the scene.

The Demon Sect seemed to have been trapped here by righteous people for many days, without food or water. It was out of desperation that they launched the final breakout.

But it didn't work out.

The leader of the Demon Sect, wearing a Rakshasa mask on his face, was forced to retreat to the edge of Hengtian Abyss.

I heard him laugh loudly and leap into the Hengtian Abyss.

Li Changxiao was not interested in the so-called battle between good and evil, so he did not pay too much attention to this battle.

He was looking for the entrance to Hengtian Abyss.

At the same time, he recalled the legends about the dangerous place here.

Hengtianyuan was one of the eighteen dangers in the past, and it had buried many talented people.

At the same time, it is also the whetstone for many geniuses.

It is said that there are thousands of ghosts in the abyss, and if a monk steps into it, he will be torn to pieces in an instant.

Belonging to the former Baiyou Dynasty and now the Lingtian Dynasty.

Some practitioners regard this abyss as the pass of the great road. Only those who step through this abyss can fish jump over the dragon gate.

Talking about physical training.

The depletion of spiritual energy actually has a greater impact on physical cultivation than ordinary monks.

Physical cultivation requires sealing the body, otherwise the spiritual energy in the body will be quickly consumed.

Just like, people with big muscles consume much more energy than ordinary people every moment.

Li Changxiao found the intersection.

A rugged path, crooked, leads to the bottom of the abyss.

He climbed down along the path, and what he found interesting was that there were large and small words engraved on the stone wall beside the path.

It was various vows made by the monks.

He climbed for a day and a night.

The sun seemed to be unable to enter, and it was pitch black all around.

After drinking the last sip of wine, he leaned against the stone wall and fell asleep.

The wind was blowing.

Li Changxiao fell sideways from the narrow and rugged path to the bottom of the abyss.

With a bang.

Hitting the bottom of the abyss, the huge impact made him yawn, stretch his body, and continue to sleep.

When he woke up naturally, he saw that it was pitch black all around, so he lit a fire, held a torch, and recalled the location of Baiyoushu.

"Go east for a few days and you will see the altar. The blood of the royal family can obtain the Hundred Ghost Techniques."

After determining the direction, Li Changxiao set out. During the journey, he did not forget to enter the dream space and fill the wine gourd with wine.

He walked at the bottom of the abyss with a torch and saw scattered bones.

"If the spiritual energy is strong."

"The genius who died here can be transformed into the soul of the abyss."

"Take the path of ghost cultivation, which is a rebirth."

"But the spiritual energy is exhausted and the ghosts have disappeared, which means that the path of ghost cultivation is still inseparable from spiritual energy."

Li Changxiao was thoughtful.

Suddenly.

There was a sound of rolling stones on the left.

He turned his head and looked.

Seeing a tall figure wearing a Rakshasa mask, staring at him.