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

They chatted for a while.

Chang Yue's neck was already stained red, and she suddenly felt very thirsty. She knew that this was a sign of too much blood loss.

Her life had come to an end.

Chang Yue was not afraid of lying, her mouth was too dry, she could not stand it, so she could only ask for another glass of wine.

After drinking a few glasses, she had already adapted to it.

It seemed that this wine was not so bitter.

So she asked Li Changxiao what the name of this wine was.

Li Changxiao patted the wine gourd, unscrewed the cork, and the aroma of wine wafted out.

He put his nose to smell it and smiled: "Drunkenness and dreaming of death."

Chang Yue was stunned, and immediately felt that this wine was a perfect match for her!

She pinched her nose and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. She still didn't think it tasted good, but she could bear it.

She drank a few more glasses.

One glass after another.

Li Changxiao asked her why she suddenly drank so fast.

She said she wanted to get drunk before she died, so that after death, she would have a beautiful dream, which lived up to the name of this good wine. She was drunk and dreamed of death.

Hearing this, Li Changxiao was stunned. For the first time, he confronted his senior sister, saying that her illness was not completely healed and her brain circuits were still very strange.

But he did not stop her.

The ninth cup was drunk.

Chang Yue was really drunk. The smell of alcohol on her body covered up the dirty smell on her body.

Life gradually came to an end.

She leaned back.

Her hands supported the ground.

Looking at the top of the cave, she was in a daze. Li Changxiao asked her why she didn't continue drinking.

She waved her hand and said that she was drunk enough, and she was in the clouds and fog, just like flying in the sky.

Speaking of which.

She wanted to fly again.

Like a real cultivator.

Fly to the sky, fly to the blue sky, unrestrained, and have no regrets even if she dies.

Unfortunately, she is only refining qi now, and she is about to die, destined to die in this dirty land.

She murmured.

But suddenly, he found that Li Changxiao stood up.

Li Changxiao shrugged helplessly, pinched his fingers, and the Qingping was unsheathed and suspended in the air.

The white-clothed swordsman had a faint smile on his face.

He just turned back and asked, is it enough to go straight up three thousand miles?

Chang Yue nodded and shook his head in a daze.

The white-clothed swordsman murmured, I'll try my best.

So, the swordsman pulled the woman, who was in tattered clothes and dirtier than a beggar, and stepped lightly on the long sword.

The woman's face was very moved.

The word "junior brother" had not yet come out of her mouth.

The long sword soared into the sky.

The white-clothed swordsman pointed his finger and directly blasted a big hole in the Panlong Cave.

The swordsman pulled the woman, stepped on the long sword, flew out of the dark cave, and swept towards the sky.

Only then did he realize that it was already night.

A full moon was hanging high.

"Dad, I seem to have seen the immortal again."

It was hot and humid at night, and Niu Xiao was sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool air, fanning the bamboo fan he had woven.

I thought it was an ordinary night.

It was impossible to meet the immortal in white like I did some time ago.

However, at this moment.

A loud noise suddenly came from a distance.

Then, a flying sword flew high into the sky, elegant and sharp.

On the sword, two figures stood.

A man in white.

A woman in gray.

If this is not an immortal, what is it?

Niu Xiao shouted hurriedly, and Niu Da, who had fallen asleep, hurried out of the yard, but it happened that the immortal flew away with the sword and had already entered the depths of the clouds, so where was his figure?

The old man looked around, but he couldn't see any figure. He was so angry that he picked up a short stick and wanted to beat this stinky boy to death.

He is so old, and he still dares to play tricks on me.

Niu Xiao shouted that he was wronged, but he didn't hide. After a few hits without any pain, he laughed to himself.

He woke up the lights in the neighbor's house, and he was not satisfied, so he laughed unscrupulously.

He felt that he had finally fulfilled the saying that the disciple is better than the master, and his fate was far better than his father's!

However.

His fate was better.

His rowing skills should also be better! He made up his mind to hone his rowing skills tomorrow.

When Niu Da heard his son's laughter, he realized that he might have missed something.

...

In the sky.

The swordsman stepped on the flying sword, his long hair fluttering, and went straight into the sky.

The moonlight shone.

The strong wind blew away the dirt on Chang Yue's body.

Her eyelids gradually sank, and then she immediately lifted them up, widened her eyes, and held the gradually enlarged full moon tightly.

"Senior sister..."

"Is three thousand miles enough?"

At this time.

A hearty voice came.

The long sword broke through the clouds.

Before Chang Yue could answer, the swordsman answered his own question, "Hahahahaha, a cultivator of my generation..."

"How can three thousand miles be enough?"

The words fell.

The speed soared.

The swordsman was flying the sword with all his strength, trying to break through the cage of heaven and earth.

The height soared.

Soon, it reached a height of three thousand miles.

It continued to rise in a straight line.

Four thousand miles... five thousand miles...

Until nine thousand miles, it seemed to have arrived at the foot of the full moon.

"Thank you..."

Chang Yue slowly closed his eyes, uttered half a word of thanks, and completely lost his breath.

This day.

Li Changxiao killed a man.

...

The top of Panlong Mountain.

Li Changxiao's clothes fluttered.

Sitting on the top of the mountain.

I don't know what he is waiting for.

A few days passed.

The swordsman drank and slept, and didn't go anywhere.

Another month passed.

The swordsman finally took action.

This day.

Dark clouds gathered, and dark clouds pressed down on the city.

There is thunder power inside.

What Li Changxiao was waiting for was this heavy rain. He used his magic to add bricks and tiles to the thunder in the clouds, add fuel to the fire, add fuel to the fire, and make the thunder bigger and bigger.

Refa!

The most powerful and masculine technique in the world.

Although Li Changxiao himself was not affected by the chronic disease, it did not mean that he would not carry the disease.

Moreover, even if the Panlong Sect is dead, they cannot just let it go.

This chronic illness is too terrifying and is extremely contagious among monks. When he encounters it, he will take action to eliminate it, both emotionally and rationally.

And his method of cleaning up... is to rely on the most powerful thunder in the world!

Unfortunately, Li Changxiao didn't know how to use thunder. There were only a handful of people in Fuyao who knew how to use this kind of magic.

And even if they know it, most of them are by no means orthodox. In the world of spiritual practice, knowing the art of thunder is enough to become famous.

So Li Changxiao could only wait for the natural thunder of heaven and earth to condense.

A month passed.

He waited.

The rain fell in torrents.

There were bursts of thunder.

The mortals couldn't avoid it, and the white clothes slowly stood up.

A fierce thunder struck into the mountain forest, and at that moment the lightning made the surrounding area look like day.

Then came the dull thunder.

Rumble——

Like a giant beating a drum in the dark clouds.

The top of the mountain was a little white, and he raised his sword high, and then thrust it into the top of the mountain.

Two-finger pinch.

The thunder, which is extremely yang and extremely strong and can clear the heaven and earth and slay evil spirits, is attracted to hit the long sword, and then is conducted by the long sword into Panlong Mountain.

Come down several times.

The stone wall of Panlong Mountain collapsed.

Lead thunder into the mountains and drive away the evil spirits!

The black Buddha statue in the Hall of Eternal Life was blown to pieces.

It seemed that this move made the giant in the sky furious, and he rained down more than forty thunderbolts before he could stop it.

And the once secret fairyland was in tatters.

The fire of thunder spread in the mountains.

Li Changxiao also took advantage of the dark clouds not completely dissipating.

Rushing fiercely into the dark clouds.

This time.

He draws the thunder from the sky to cleanse his body, and eliminates all the chronic diseases he may be carrying!

A few minutes later.

A figure, emitting black smoke, fell from a high altitude and slammed into the woods.

Li Changxiao was seriously injured.

Invoking thunder to cleanse the body is a dangerous move no matter how high one's cultivation level is. Li Changxiao relied on the resilience of his body to dare to do this.

At this time.

The clouds faded.

The sky is clear and the earth is bright.

Li Changxiao looked around, recalling some miscellaneous books he had read, trying to find a good Feng Shui treasure spot.

He erected tombstones for the leader, Sheng Daren, Uncle Zhou, and Chang Yue one by one.

It's not a tomb, because the clothes on their bodies are not clean, and they may not like it, so they simply put up a sign with the names and cultivation levels of several people on it.

After patting the dust off his body, Li Changxiao drank and left.

Not to mention sad.

There is not much friendship at all.

But the sentiment is true.

…

(This chapter is quite important, so I have spent a lot of time on it, almost a hundred chapters. So far, the plot of this book has not yet unfolded, or in other words, it is already on the way to unfolding.

According to the current timeline, it has only been more than three hundred years since the spiritual energy was exhausted, and there will be another five hundred, one thousand, and thousands of years to follow. Each stage has its own story, different worldview, and different people. , the survival and transformation of the monks, whether they have developed the method of immortality..., and the motivation that supports me to continue writing is the support of the handsome monks!

Therefore, if you like this book, please support it, give it a good review, send a free gift, or help promote the book. )

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