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

The leader of the Demon Sect, wearing a Rakshasa mask on his face, appeared in the dark abyss like hell, looking more terrifying than a ghost.

Especially he was full of blood and tall.

The two looked at each other.

Neither of them moved.

Li Changxiao quickly retracted his gaze and continued to move eastward.

The light emitted by the torch illuminated the surroundings.

The bottom of the abyss was dark and damp.

He walked for a whole day.

After finding a relatively flat place, Li Changxiao stuck the torch into the ground, and then went around to look for branches, hay and other combustibles.

After a lot of effort, a fire was made, and Li Changxiao lay down beside the fire.

He looked behind him and signaled the leader of the Demon Sect who had been following him to come over and roast the fire together.

He left an empty seat for him.

The mask on the face of the leader of the Demon Sect was still terrifying, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all. He just looked at Li Changxiao, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

Did he suspect that he was a righteous person who was besieging him?

It doesn't look like it.

Li Changxiao fell into a deep sleep with doubts.

He woke up the next day.

Li Changxiao continued to carry the torch and walked eastward.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, took out a coarse cake from his arms, broke it into two halves, kept one for himself, and threw the other to the leader of the Demon Sect behind him.

The leader of the Demon Sect didn't want to pay attention.

But he was really hungry.

He took the coarse cake, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and then took a bite.

"This cake is delicious with coarse salt." As he said, Li Changxiao took out a small cloth bag from his arms, carefully opened a corner, pinched a handful of salt with two fingers, and sprinkled it on the coarse cake.

He immediately looked at the leader of the Demon Sect and asked him if he wanted it.

The leader of the Demon Sect shook his head.

After eating and drinking, Li Changxiao continued to move eastward.

When the torch burned out, he changed another one.

The bottom of the abyss was pitch black, and there was really nothing to see.

There was a dangerous person like a demon behind him.

Time passed.

The fourth day.

When Li Changxiao lit a fire and prepared to rest.

The leader of the Demon Sect, who had been following behind him, finally came over.

The two strangers sat opposite each other around the fire.

"Two more days." Li Changxiao, who was adding firewood to the fire, suddenly said.

The leader of the Demon Sect's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked up at Li Changxiao.

"You can only live for two days." Li Changxiao's voice was calm, just like a normal chat.

If a normal person heard this, he would definitely refute angrily, but the leader of the Demon Sect not only did not refute, but also nodded gently.

"You go east, and I go east too." Li Changxiao was silent for a moment, "I have a purpose, you should have a purpose too, right?"

The leader of the Demon Sect nodded again, and this time, he actually took the initiative to speak, "There is a treasure left over from the ancient times on the east side. Only by obtaining the treasure can I have a glimmer of hope."

The Tianyuan Sect is located just above the Hengtian Abyss, and it must have explored the bottom of the abyss long ago.

He once found an altar on the east side of the bottom of the abyss.

"Well..." Li Changxiao said, "If I'm not mistaken, you were hit by the extremely evil Poison Palm, which is said to be incurable."

Li Changxiao learned a lot of martial arts knowledge from Zuo Qiuye.

The Poison Palm is famous, and he has heard of it.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked calm, but there was some inexplicable emotion brewing, "For the mortal world, it is naturally incurable, but the treasure I am looking for is very likely to be left by the immortal."

Hearing this.

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Li Changxiao roughly understood.

The destination of the two people is very likely to be the same place.

Li Changxiao's expression became serious, and he told the other party very seriously and responsibly that the treasure left by the immortal was nothing more than a useless spell.

But there is no panacea to cure the disease.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked at the flames, and the face under the Rakshasa mask was unknown.

"Regret?" Li Changxiao blinked and suddenly said: "I mean, you had a better choice before."

It's not that he deliberately entered the other party's dream and pry into the other party's privacy.

But this person's obsession is too deep, and the dream is almost manifested.

He saw a little and knew some of the other party's past.

This Demon Sect leader is also a miserable person. He is obviously a martial arts genius. Any martial arts technique can be learned at a glance, but he has come to this day step by step.

"You are really extraordinary." The Demon Sect leader smiled bitterly, "Regret, why not regret it."

At this point, the Demon Sect leader suddenly covered his chest, and blood accumulated in his mouth.

She tore off half of the mask and spit the blood on the ground.

Revealing her delicate red lips and white chin.

She put the mask back on as if nothing had happened.

She lost interest in talking.

The next day.

Li Changxiao continued on his way.

The leader of the Demon Sect followed behind him as usual.

Another day passed.

The leader of the Demon Sect fell to the ground, barely breathing, and the poison had spread all over his body.

It was still a long way from the immortal treasure.

She couldn't reach it anymore.

The poison penetrated into her bones, as if thousands of needles were running around in her body. She was breathing rapidly, and blood kept oozing out of the edge of the Rakshasa mask.

She forced herself to sit against the stone wall.

She watched Li Changxiao's back as he walked away.

She quietly accepted her fate.

Suddenly, the white-clothed swordsman who should have walked away appeared in her sight again.

He was walking towards her.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked up and saw the swordsman in white stopping in front of him.

He poured a small half cup of wine.

He gently placed it in front of him, then turned and left.

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Li Changxiao only gave her a small half cup of wine and half of the beautiful dream in the wine.

He could cure this worldly poison with just a wave of his hand.

But he had spied on the other party's dream and knew his past.

This leader of the Demon Sect was not a good person at all, at most he could only be considered a pitiful person.

It was really hard to tell whether saving her was right or wrong.

So the grudges of the secular world should be resolved by the secular world.

He did not intervene.

After walking for another whole day.

Li Changxiao finally arrived at the destination.

It was an altar with a diameter of about 500 meters.

There was a circle of mysterious inscriptions around it, which looked very advanced.

If Li Changxiao was not mistaken, this should be a hidden formation. When the spiritual energy was exhausted and the formation lost its effect, this altar naturally emerged.

He dripped the collected blood into the center of the altar.

Then he urged it with spiritual energy.

On the surface of the altar, light surged, and white silk threads emerged from the ground, interweaving in the air.

Finally, it turned into a scroll.

On the surface of the scroll, three ancient characters "Bai You Shu" were written in the ancient characters of the Bai You Dynasty.

Li Changxiao naturally couldn't understand the ancient characters of the Bai You Dynasty.

He took out the music score of "Qu Shui Lan Ting" from the dream space. Fu Tao told him in the letter that he could use the music score to decipher the content of Bai You Shu.

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