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

Li Changxiao did not turn the tide, but just beat the old man who calculated the world back to his original form and threw the beast who loved to eat people back to the sea. In this way, the world, which had been turbulent for a long time, returned to its former peace.

Without restraint, martial arts and Tianji Dao flourished again, and in a few decades, they restored their former atmosphere. Later, a war broke out among the tribes. After this war, the previous strict hierarchy was naturally broken.

The so-called equality can only be won through the tempering of blood and fire. During the whole process, Li Changxiao did not intervene. In other words, from beginning to end, he just solved the old man Tiansuan.

He did not know what the world was going to do. Time changes constantly. Li Changxiao came back this time, nostalgic for the scenery of his hometown. No matter how many new things there were in the endless sea, they could not compare to an old sapling and a small mountain in his hometown.

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Li Changxiao had the world in his heart, and then he had no world in his heart, and he was free and easy. On this day, at the invitation of Zhou Shenxiao and Luo Wunan, Li Changxiao went to Yaoguang Tianxia.

Considering the past friendship. It is not a big deal to let Shahuangtian be trapped like this. The three of them joined forces to remove the seal of Shahuangtian. It was called a joint effort, but in fact it was just a wave of Li Changxiao's hand.

After Shahuangtian escaped, he was determined to kill Luotian and Mitian. She was angry and ashamed. How could she bear such humiliation. But after many parties mediated, peace was finally the most precious, and they didn't fight after all.

Only Shahuangtian and Luotian and Mitian could never reconcile as before. Luotian and Mitian each led their branches, left Yaoguang, and started their own way.

In this way, the world was rarely stable. But seeing the fireworks curling, the world was peaceful and serene. After a few years, Luo Wunan wanted to wander in the Endless Sea, and she wrote a letter to invite Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao refused. Luo Wunan had expected that after a few years, she would go to the sea alone, but she didn't know what she was planning. She didn't ask Li Changxiao for his opinion, and entrusted her niece and nephew to Li Changxiao. They became his wine-carrying boys.

Li Changxiao didn't care. He just didn't want to be served by others. The wine-carrying boy and the wine-carrying girl became his friends who played together.

A hundred years passed in a flash. The wine-carrying boy had been away for too long, and they all said goodbye and left.

Li Changxiao saw a very interesting scene. Nowadays, there are many dynasties in the world, and the Tianji Dao and the Wudao are equally important. Every year, the disputes in the rivers and lakes are magnificent.

His Qingping sword has been circulated for several times and has become the token of the so-called "Master of the Martial World". It is a first-class sword in the world.

It is said that the "sword holder" commands the world. It is very realistic. Any powerful warrior who holds the Qingping sword will definitely increase his strength several times.

It is said to be a peerless sword, and any sword in the world must bow its head when seeing it.

Li Changxiao saw that the disputes in the martial arts world were no less exciting than the battles among the immortals. He could not help but sigh that heroes died and were born every year in this world.

The years passed in the blink of an eye.

It has been ten thousand years since the spiritual energy was exhausted. Even the cultivators of the refining realm have left one after another. This year, when the last cultivator of the refining realm in Kunlun died, a feast was prepared.

But most of the invited people were unable to attend. The Kunlun Three Wonders, Ji Zun and others entered the banquet. They toasted each other and sighed again and again. The endless sorrow and loneliness were really hard to describe.

Li Changxiao watched from afar.

Liuyu, Yaoguang, Shanhai...etc. saw that almost all the cultivators of the human race died, leaving only the combined cultivators. They couldn't help but feel the grief of the rabbit's death. The desire to compete for supremacy in the past also faded.

Although these tribesmen have a longer lifespan than humans, they can’t resist the passage of time.

In the next two thousand years, they died one after another. Before they died, some of them stared at the sky blankly, their eyes were vague, but they could only take their last breath. These hidden practitioners ended in silence.

This year, there is no more Lianxu in the world.

How many combined bodies are there in the world? Even if the six worlds are added together, there are only dozens of people. Zhou Shenxiao held a mourning meeting to gather the combined bodies and Mahayana monks. Talk together to relieve the sorrow in their hearts. After all, if you keep it in your heart, it is easy to breed demons.

There were fine wines and delicious Jiayao at the mourning meeting. But they were tasteless and uninteresting. Everyone looked at each other in silence, gathered in a hurry, and then dispersed. Each returned to his own mountain and lived his own life.

The heroes of the world are replaced. There will always be many familiar or similar faces.

In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years have passed.

Fang Hou, one of the three wonders of Kunlun, has reached the end of his life. Tong Musheng, the only Mahayana in Kunlun, has been severely injured and his life span is only equal to that of a combined body. When she saw Fang Hou pass away, she thought that she would not live long.

She prepared her own coffin and hid in the Daozang Divine Peak. From then on, no one saw her come out.

When she achieved the position of Mahayana, it was earth-shaking, and people from all directions came to congratulate her. The day of her death was plain and unnoticed.

At this time. Even the combined body has reached the point of being stretched to the limit. All means that can be used have been used. What can be found has been found long ago.

Li Changxiao has traveled to many places. He has seen many combined strong men build tombs for themselves. They have predicted their own death. Luo Wunan went to wander in the endless sea, alone, wandering around, feeling bored, and came back early.

She saw this scene and couldn't help but feel sad.

Whenever a fusion master died of old age, Zhou Shenxiao, Luo Wunan, Shahuangtian and others would come together to see him off. They would share some heartfelt words. Finally, they would say, "Fellow Daoist, have a good time."

The fusion master also passed away.

Looking up, only a few Mahayana monks are still alive. All the Mahayana monks looked at the empty world, and they all had an indescribable feeling. Sometimes, a long time passed after a close of eyes, and a hundred years and a thousand years had passed.

When the spiritual energy was just exhausted, the grievances, hatreds, loves and hates, and shortcomings of each family all burst out together. It was so lively.

That group, one day is one day. The time is very long. Now that the monks have died, the Mahayana monks have returned to the past, the feeling of practicing hard and the passing of light and shadow.

Only... different from the past, there may be a few more white hairs between opening and closing eyes.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

This year. The Tsar Sky has also reached the day of exhaustion. She was sealed and calculated by the old man Tiansuan, so she couldn’t hold on first. On the day of her life, no one saw her. But she left a sentence to scold Luo Wunan as a "bitch".

No one knows where this groundless complaint comes from.

This Mahayana can live longer. Unfortunately, the old man Tiansuan caused a lot of damage to all parties. It greatly reduced his lifespan and damaged his cultivation.

After Shahuangtian, it was Zhou Shenxiao and Wang Wuqi... These two Mahayana never saw the dawn of hope. Wang Wuqi's lifespan was originally very long, but he was burdened by the old man Tiansuan, and his spiritual wisdom was worn out, and he turned into a Lingshan stone.

Luotian, Mitian... are not much different. Luo Wunan has a much longer lifespan because of the spiritual energy supplement.

Luo Wunan often invites Li Changxiao to drink. She said that in the world, only the two of them can be her companions. She had never thought that Mahayana would die of old age before. Seeing friends and enemies die one by one. She felt that this person who would not die was the most attached.

Another Mahayana Feng Xiasheng in the mountains and seas also returned to his true body, turned back into a small grass, and quietly grew at the foot of a mountain.

Li Changxiao stretched out his hand and grasped it. He had never felt that time passed so quickly. He seemed to see invisible wear and tear, eroding everything in the world.