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

The scenery of the cave master's mansion is miserable.

The strong smell of blood covered up most of the stinky smell.

Li Changxiao stepped into it gently.

Take it all in sight.

She laughed wildly for a long time, laughing like crazy.

She also cried bitterly, crying heartbrokenly.

The old body in front of her was no longer human.

The back was cut open with a knife, revealing the white bones.

But the strange thing is.

The leader's face, which had become colder, also had an imperceptible smile.

Compare with that.

At this moment, Chang Yue, who was holding her arms and crying, looked more like the one who was suffering.

Li Changxiao watched quietly.

The words "long illness" reached his ears.

He was not calm. For the first time in this dark cave, he opened the drink and took a sip.

Wine enters the liver and intestines.

Sword Emperor Ginger gives Zui Sheng Meng Death its unique spiciness.

Ordinary people really can't drink this kind of wine. Only an old drunkard like Li Changxiao can adapt perfectly.

he…

Suddenly I understood something.

It turned out that he was sick.

I was born with a disease called "Eternal Sickness".

Chang Yue cried bitterly. She might have felt the presence of the person behind her, or she might have guessed it all along.

Li Changxiao didn't come close, just watched from a distance.

Chang Yue slowly stood up, laughing, with tears on her face, and a ferocious smile. She kicked the leader one after another, cursing the old man.

After kicking the leader, she went to kick Master Sheng again.

…

The next day.

early morning.

Gather in the Changsheng Hall and worship the evil god as usual.

On this day, Li Changxiao passed away for the first time.

Followed Chang Yue.

No one noticed him, not even Chang Yue, who was just practicing Qi now. As long as Li Changxiao didn't want to, no one would notice him.

He watched with his own eyes as hundreds of believers frantically worshiped the evil god. Their pious looks were slightly funny.

His eyes scanned the people below one by one.

"Changes" have occurred in these people.

When the worship reaches its climax.

In front of everyone, Chang Yue changed into the leader's clothes, which were dirty and mixed with feces and urine.

Whether it was because the leader was old or because of "changes", he had long been unable to control his excretion.

This suit stinks.

The thick smell of sweat and body odor mixed together.

There were still specks of blood on it.

Chang Yue first took off her original dress, then walked up step by step to the high platform where the leader used to stand, and put on this set of clothes under the statue of the evil god.

All the disciples below watched this scene quietly.

This set of clothes is a little loose for Chang Yue.

After replacement.

Chang Yue announced that the third version of the longevity method has been researched. By practicing this method, you can obtain eternal life!

She promulgated the third version of the Immortality Law.

Hundreds of people couldn't wait to open it.

There is only one sentence above: Offer your life to the evil god.

"Hey, me first!"

A disciple's eyes lit up and he wiped his neck instantly.

In the process of his breath gradually disappearing.

People gathered around and asked how they felt.

But at this moment, how could the disciple, whose mouth and trachea were filled with blood, be able to speak?

You can only die slowly.

"laughed..."

"He laughed!"

"It's true! The third version of the longevity method is true!"

Someone pointed at the disciple's face.

The smile that gradually appeared when he was about to die was so eye-catching.

Smiling means being happy. If you are so happy, what else is it but eternal life?

There was a sudden roar in the Changsheng room.

One of the disciples had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed the knife and quickly wiped it off his own neck, and then smiled.

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then.

The believers went crazy, snatching the knife one after another.

I am afraid that if it is too late, I will lose my share.

In less than a stick of incense, hundreds of disciples all committed suicide.

All dead.

Only Chang Yue is left.

Wearing the clothes of the leader, she looked at this scene with joy.

Li Changxiao saw pride on her face?

Are you proud that under your leadership, all the people in Changsheng Cave have achieved eternal life?

Or something else?

Li Changxiao shook his head.

Trying to figure out their inner thoughts is pointless and foolish.

"Junior brother."

"I know you've been watching."

"I know everything."

Chang Yue spoke towards the darkness.

After a while, Li Changxiao walked out, no longer hiding his aura.

Chang Yue's eyes were fixed on him.

I couldn't move it away at once.

How wonderful.

Even in this filthy hole.

Also spotless and handsome.

"We are all sick." Chang Yue smiled at Li, as if repeating these words.

"I thought you would also give birth..." Chang Yue looked at Li Changxiao, "But why didn't you!"

"Why aren't you sick?"

"Why?"

Chang Yue covered her head, feeling very painful.

Li Changxiao could feel her pain.

You can even vaguely feel that she is resisting something with all her strength.

"Long-term illness?"

"What kind of disease is this?" Li Changxiao murmured to himself.

He walked up to Chang Yue and pointed his finger on Chang Yue's forehead.

Then pull back.

Pull out a large ball of black mist.

This is the embodiment of Chang Yue’s memories, thoughts, etc.

It was very dark and a mess, and it was almost impossible to pull out any useful information.

Li Changxiao was not proficient in medicine, and it was the first time he heard about the "longevity disease", so he naturally didn't know how to treat it.

But he had many doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Chang Yue. Even though Chang Yue looked crazy and numb, Li Changxiao guessed that she might be the most sober existence in this longevity cave.

He tried to help her regain clarity.

He loosened his fingers, and the black mist lost its pull and instantly drilled back into Chang Yue's eyebrows.

Then, Li Changxiao pinched his left hand, and his fingertips flashed with blue light, and he pointed at Chang Yue's eyebrows.

Planted a dream fruit that he had just woven into the other person's mind.

Chang Yue's expression paused.

He fell into a daze.

Li Changxiao wove the highlight moment that Chang Yue had experienced into a dream, letting Chang Yue experience it again in the dream, to see if this could make Chang Yue sober and regain her original consciousness.

Fortunately, Chang Yue was once very famous. As soon as Li Changxiao entered the sect, he heard many legends about her, and he had caught a glimpse of her from afar at several large-scale events.

He had a deep impression of her. There was a lot of material that could be used to weave dreams.

But dreams are dreams after all, and there must be some discrepancies with Chang Yue's real experience.

Li Changxiao took two steps back and quietly observed the changes in Chang Yue.

After a big dream, Chang Yue woke up.

Her eyes were indeed a little clearer.

But soon, they began to change back to their original state little by little.

Li Changxiao witnessed this transformation with his own eyes.

He had a more intuitive feeling, but perhaps his cultivation was not enough, and he could not figure out this disease.

Even...

He felt more closely the horror of this "longevity disease".

He sighed and felt helpless.

At this moment.

Chang Yue suddenly laughed miserably.

"Hahahaha."

"I understand! I understand everything!"

"Longevity, longevity, only death is the antidote."

Speaking of this.

Chang Yue looked at Li Changxiao firmly.

He said word by word: "Junior brother, kill me!"