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

At the same time, the battle on the other side also entered a white-hot stage.

A big man laughed loudly, looking up to the sky, "I, Fu Nantian, will use my cultivation to exchange for the emperor's life of 800 years!"

As he said, he shook off the enemy with a palm, burned his cultivation, and rushed towards Li Shanhe, who was wearing a robe and full of dragon energy.

Then...

Self-explosion!

"Boom..."

Dust rolled all over the sky.

Li Shanhe's face was extremely ugly.

This is not over yet.

A woman also shouted to the sky, "I, Fu Yue, will exchange for the emperor's life of 700 years!"

As she said, she also ignited her cultivation and life, and flew towards the real dragon emperor like a moth to a flame.

Boom...

The violent explosion sounded again.

"I, Fu Lie, will exchange for a life of 1,000 years!"

"I, Fu Jiu, will exchange for a life of 5,000 years!"

...

Figures, burning their lives, flew towards the emperor of the dynasty.

This tragic scene, combined with the long-lasting "Qushui Lanting", is particularly tragic.

Longyue, no, maybe it's more appropriate to call her Fu Tao, she stood in the center of the river, her eyes soaked.

Li Shanhe was suspended in the air, intact, but every explosion consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.

"What a Baiyou Dynasty! What a Fu family, they are really brave!"

Li Shanhe suddenly laughed, "Come on! How much you have, I will take it all!"

"Good! You are worthy of being the emperor of a continent!" The man who had been restraining Li Shanhe before, his eyes were full of golden light, "I, Fu Rang, today, exchange for 40,000 years of life!"

The voice fell.

He was wrapped in golden light and rushed towards Li Shanhe, bursting with earth-shaking noise.

The mountains and rivers were shocked.

Li Shanhe spit out a mouthful of blood.

The dragon energy on his body also dissipated a little.

Li Changxiao sat on the top of a tower, watching this scene quietly.

All he could do was drink.

I just want to drink.

The song "Qushui Lanting" ended.

The voice of the last Fu family member sounded between heaven and earth.

"I, Fu Tao, will live three thousand years today!"

Then, the famous courtesan in Lingtian City, Longyue, whose beautiful legs attracted millions of men, resolutely rushed towards Li Shanhe.

Li Shanhe looked ugly, his temples were gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were already very obvious.

With a loud bang, brilliant sparks resounded through the sky.

The fragrance disappeared and the beauty died.

Li Changxiao drank silently, sighing in his heart that the only person in Lingtian City who remembered him was also gone.

He couldn't help but hum the song "Qushui Lanting".

This sudden attack, which had been planned for hundreds of years, ended here.

It was just a song "Qujiang Lanting". Just like the fireworks last night.

Brilliant but short.

Li Shanhe landed on the river bank, and countless ministers, generals, and concubines surrounded him at once.

"Your Majesty, I failed to save you. Please punish me!"

A man in iron armor knelt on one knee.

"It's not your fault." Li Shanhe shook his head helplessly, "I didn't realize that the times have changed."

"They launched a charge at the cost of their lives and cultivation. In this era when spiritual energy is exhausted and magic weapons cannot be used, you can't stop them."

"And if I want to hide, I have to use my body skills, which will still consume a lot of spiritual energy, and the result will be the same."

If it was in the era of the heyday of spiritual energy, this assassination would undoubtedly be an absolute failure.

But, now.

It is a step that cannot be resolved.

The fundamental purpose is to consume Li Shanhe's spiritual energy.

"I'm tired." Li Shanhe was exhausted physically and mentally. There was not much spiritual energy left in his body. Without the warmth of spiritual energy, his life span would decline rapidly...

That's why the Fu family said it was "changing life".

In this era, even ants biting people would hurt!

...

It's snowing.

Another year of snow.

There is snow every year, and there is blood every year.

Li Changxiao sat on the top of the tower, drinking alone, watching the river surface gradually returning to calm, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually wrapped in a layer of silver.

Yesterday, Li Changxiao asked Fu Tao the same question again, why did he remember him, this time, he wanted to hear the truth.

Fu Tao told him that she felt that Li Changxiao at that time was pitiful, he had no cultivation, but was exiled 30,000 miles in the winter.

He was almost certain to die on the way, and such a prince died on the way of exile, and most likely no one knew, no one mourned, and no one remembered.

At that time, Fu Tao thought, it would be better for me to remember him.

So, I remembered it.

That's all.

Li Changxiao laughed at that time.

She also told Li Changxiao that Baiyouhua was a rare flower in her hometown, which only bloomed in winter and could gather the fragrance of hundreds of flowers, and could not be raised elsewhere.

She also deliberately told Li Changxiao her real name. She said that in return, Li Changxiao had to remember her real name.

That night, Fu Tao seemed to open up and talked a lot with Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao could hardly interrupt.

"Fu Tao, I remember." Li Changxiao smiled lightly and splashed the remaining wine into the air.

The spiritual energy was exhausted, some were happy, some were sad. For the cultivators in the world, the road to immortality was cut off, but for the Fu family lurking in Lingtian City, it was a good time to take revenge.

Speaking of which, I am somewhat similar to the Fu family.

If I didn't have the immortal body, I might do the same.

Li Changxiao is not a free and easy person. Many times, he is just pretending to be free and easy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have so many things that he couldn't let go of during the first seven hundred years of his cultivation.

Wine enters the heart of sorrow.

Li Changxiao was not drunk for a long time.

His figure flashed and appeared on the Lingtian River.

Qingping Sword was unsheathed.

Snow was falling heavily, he held the hilt of the sword and roared like a river python.

A giant python took shape behind him.

He waved lightly.

The river water poured back, like a fierce python crossing the river, overwhelming the mountains and seas...

Then, thousands of waves were stirred up.

And in the waves, a touch of green flashed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and in his hand was a green bamboo flute, the bamboo flute played by Longyue.

His figure was like a dream, and he traveled a thousand miles in one step.

When the officers and soldiers arrived, they could only see the surging river and the snow.

Li Changxiao had already appeared on the street, with a green bamboo flute on his waist.

The bamboo flute in hand was as warm as jade, and Li Changxiao smiled.

Actually, Fu Tao was right about one thing.

During his 30,000-mile exile, Li Changxiao really wondered if anyone would remember him if he died on the road? Although he had an immortal body, he was only immortal, not immortal.

30,000 miles was too far, and there were too many surprises.

The fear and frustration of the past were still vivid in my mind. If I had known at that time that a woman who had only glanced at me would remember me for nearly a thousand years...

It seemed not bad.

So.

Li Changxiao wanted to repay this favor.