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

Li Changxiao continued to follow the leader's steps.

The leader had a bad temper, as if to show his dominance. He put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and took long steps. From time to time, he would turn back and tell Li Changxiao to keep up.

Chang Yue's eyes followed the movement of the two people.

Li Changxiao walked. As the distance got closer, the evil god statue became taller and taller, as if it was looking down at him.

His eyes were quickly attracted by another person.

is a man.

There are only a few hairs, which are scattered on the scalp.

My eyebrows are almost gone.

There was a large purple-red pustule on the left side of his face. It was bulging and seemed to contain a lot of pus.

There was also an eye-catching long black hair on the big pustule. The man looked at Li Changxiao curiously and played with the long black hair on the pustule with his left hand.

"Uncle Zhou"

Li Changxiao thought of this name in his heart.

Take a few more steps.

One by one, the famous names from the past appeared in my mind.

Sheng Daren, Fang Qingming...

These people are not only famous in the Panlong Sect, but they are also famous among their peers in the Lingtian Dynasty.

Why has everything turned into this now?

What on earth did they go through?

"Gululu..."

Was walking.

Suddenly there was a strange noise in the crowd.

Everyone turned to look.

I saw only one disciple holding his stomach and giggling.

Under his body, filth flowed out.

What followed was a fresh stench.

Everyone looked away, and the disciple had no intention of changing his clothes.

The already stuffy stone room suddenly became even more smelly.

The leader stepped onto the high platform in front of him, moved two steps sideways to make a space for Li Changxiao, and motioned with his eyes for him to come up.

Li Changxiao walked onto the high platform and stood side by side with the leader, feeling out of place with his surroundings.

The painting styles are all different.

He didn't know.

What is it that turned the people of Panlong Sect into this state?

Even if he is possessed by a demon.

There is no need to live in this dark cave and sleep with feces and urine, right?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart.

The leader spoke passionately on the stage, his voice hoarse, shouting that they will be the last immortals in this world!

The evil god lives forever!

The moment the words fell, they caused a violent response.

Hundreds of people responded in unison, and the loud voice echoed in the stone chamber, repeatedly shaking the eardrums and causing pain. The fire suddenly went out due to the change in air flow.

The leader yelled, it was that bastard who blew out the candle.

He was so angry that he jumped to his feet and ordered people to light the oil lamp quickly.

Soon, firelight filled the space again.

The leader started talking about business, congratulating Changsheng Cave on having a new member.

Immediately, he motioned to Li Changxiao to take a few steps forward.

After Li Changxiao did as he was told, the leader took his hand and said a lot more.

It's all the same routine, the same rhetoric.

It is nothing more than praising the greatness of the evil god. The future is promising. As long as you are sincere enough, you will have longevity and everything will be possible.

This chicken soup was of no use to Li Changxiao, but some of the disciples below became extremely excited.

Seeing this, the leader grinned, and under the dim light, his face became even more distorted.

Li Changxiao felt that the master's hand was extremely sticky. He pulled it out with great discomfort, took out a coarse cloth from his arms, and wiped his palm.

The leader glanced at Li Changxiao lightly.

He felt very unhappy with his actions, but he ignored it and called Uncle Zhou who had a pustule on his face. He took Li Changxiao around the cave to familiarize himself with the environment.

He stayed and had something to say with these believers.

"yes!"

Uncle Zhou stood up in one step, the thin strands of hair on his scalp floating slightly.

Sheng Daren glanced at him unhappily, muttering something about being a flatterer, and felt very unhappy with Uncle Zhou's behavior.

At the same time, a glint flashed in his eyes and he smiled maliciously.

…

Uncle Zhou led Li Changxiao and walked out of the stone room through another cave entrance.

"Junior brother, congratulations."

Uncle Zhou smiled crookedly. He didn't mean to be cool, but the pustule on the left side of his face was too big, and that side of his face was already numb.

Li Changxiao responded with a forced smile, and Uncle Zhou led the way.

And at the moment when Uncle Zhou turned around.

Li Changxiao's figure was erratic and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, he appeared outside the secret realm.

He took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

The cave was really smelly. Even though he wasn't mysophobic, he couldn't accept such a dirty environment.

Before going back, he took a swig of wine and then tightened the mouth of the gourd, fearing that the stench inside would contaminate his mellow wine.

His figure was erratic.

The figure appeared in the narrow stone path again.

Uncle Zhou, who was leading the way, didn't notice at all that Li Changxiao had just been out for a while.

He walked like this for a long time.

Uncle Zhou suddenly remembered something and told Li Changxiao that the stone chamber just now where Lord Evil God was enshrined was called Changsheng Hall.

This is the gathering place every day.

Li Changxiao was very curious about the structure of this cave and guessed in his heart that this cave should have existed before the spiritual energy was exhausted.

The leader just uses it.

Li Changxiao intentionally or unintentionally asked Uncle Zhou for information.

Among them, he was most curious about why they became like this.

Why must they live in this dirty, stuffy, smelly cave?

Uncle Zhou was once a genius.

He even had the title of Jade Young Master.

But now he has this big abscess on his head and his hair is sparse. Where is the glory of the past?

Of course, Li Changxiao always used indirect methods to inquire.

Uncle Zhou was really tricked out of some useful information.

It turned out that they believed.

Only under the protection of the evil god can they be free from the erosion of time.

And the evil god's protection range is only this cave.

Uncle Zhou said, suddenly grinning, telling Li Changxiao, but he couldn't stay in this cave forever.

In the future, the people of Changsheng Cave will go out to educate the people.

When the evil god's territory expands, they can leave this cave.

When Uncle Zhou said this, a light flashed in his eyes.

Li Changxiao remained silent.

At this time.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

A skinny man came running all the way. When he saw Uncle Zhou, he immediately said, "Elder, it's not good!"

"I saw... Elder Sheng and Elder Chang Yue, they... they... hid and got together again!"

The skinny man didn't finish his words.

Uncle Zhou stopped with a snap, shaking with anger.

"Fuck, that's my Taoist partner!"

"Master Sheng, I'll kill you!"

"Chang Yue, you bitch!"

He roared and ran in the opposite direction.

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