"Who can never die in the world?" Jiang Han was silent, he could not answer

He once discussed the truth with Luo Yi and others, knowing that there were saints from ancient times, who opened up all directions and established a glorious civilization of the human race on the earth.

The human saints are transcendent and comparable to the immortals and gods, but they also have a time when their life span is almost gone and the day when they die and die.

He also practiced in hell, and once observed the reputation of the Kings of the Ten Palaces, trembling with all realms, but he also knew that they were not the creators of the underworld, nor the first masters of the underworld.

He remembered the ancient book where the demon king who recorded the medieval era, ups and downs and enslaved human race, disappeared?

At this moment, Jiang Han felt cold.

Among the heavens, the strongest generations of those generations are invincible to the present, but after eternity, only their legends and relics were left in the world. Where did they all go? Are they all dead?

"Senior, can it be that in this world, if one practices to become an immortal god, he will not be able to live forever? He has been ups and downs in the world, struggled hard to become an immortal and a saint, but in the end he is still a handful of loess. Why is cultivation?" Jiang Han spoke slowly.

At this moment, his heart was touched. Once upon a time, he only knew that the saints could not live forever, but in his heart, the palace king of the underworld should be an immortal existence, but today, this perception seems to have been broken.

He had a intuition that he seemed to have touched one of the biggest secrets of ancient and modern times, which made him feel scared. He knew that with his current cultivation level, he was not enough to touch such taboos, but he still couldn't help asking questions.

"Why is practicing? If there is death, why is practicing?" The ancient creature murmured to himself, as if thinking, and seemed to be asking Jiang Han.

After a long time, the ancient creature looked at Jiang Han again. His withered face seemed quite calm, no longer as crazy as before, and he spoke softly:

"People in this world will eventually turn into dust. No matter whether they become saints or immortals, what is the difference between this vast world and floating world? We struggle in this world and die, but the struggle process proves that we are still alive. Practice is not to prove anything, but to ask ourselves why we practice!"

"Ask yourself why you practice?" Jiang Han felt something in his heart. He seemed to understand why the ancient creatures in front of him were both lonely and the ghost of the Forgetful River for billions of years, but his mental state was very different.

"Senior, no one in the world can live forever, how can you last for billions of years until today?" Jiang Han said softly: "Is the departure of those strongest people a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?"

"Natural disasters? Man-made disasters? I have forgotten them." The ancient creature lowered his head and pondered, but then said calmly: "I have lived for billions of years, not escape, nor persistence, nor obsessed with the glory of passing. I just want to one day get out of this darkness and tell the creatures under the starry sky that the white-haired figure as snow as the last, and the pride of the lonely shadow."

Jiang Han couldn't help but remain silent. He thought of himself. He had been almost desperate for ninety thousand years in hell. He was alone to protect billions of years. These long years are enough to make people feel heart-shaking. Loneliness is sometimes far more terrifying than pain.

Billions of years, the three simple words tell how many years of vicissitudes are, and the world has changed so far. The outside world has already risen and returned. The withered creature in front of me is just waiting under this eternal and unchanging blood moon for the persistence in my heart.

What is guarding is not this cemetery, but the faith in the heart.

A figure with white hair like snow?

Jiang Han guessed that it should be this Yongyue Immortal Emperor. I believe that in the era of billions of years ago, the reputation of this immortal emperor was just like today's Taoist Martial Ancestor, who was famous for this millions of worlds, but the long river of time has long been buried in the ruins. Even the legends of a few words have not been seen in ancient books, leaving only this quiet cemetery, sleeping in a corner of the world.

"Little guy, you are not the one I want to wait for, what do you think?" The ancient creature suddenly spoke.

"I accidentally broke in and disturbed Senior Immortal Emperor's rest in peace. I hope to forgive my sins. I hope I can tell you how to leave." Jiang Han bowed and said, feeling nervous in his heart, and he had to speak.

"Want to leave? Actually, wouldn't it be better to stay with me?" The ancient creature showed a strange and invisible smile. He pointed to the dozen murals on the first floor: "At that time, we, a group of twelve generals, were under the Immortal Emperor's throne, became the guardians of this burial place, but to this day, they all died silently, leaving only me, I am really lonely."

"Wouldn't it be better to be with me and chat?"

Jiang Han was shocked, and he suddenly realized that the aura emitted by the ancient creature in front of him was just like the gloomy feeling he felt when he first entered this dark starry sky. The other party was not a good person.

"Boom!" The ancient creature stretched out his upper right arm, and vaguely blue blood vessels and a black stream of light could be seen on the withered arm, which came out of the arm and penetrated directly into Jiang Han's body, but Jiang Han did not react at all.

"What?" Jiang Han suddenly became nervous. He felt an extremely terrifying force restraining, and rushed into the inner realm of his body like lightning, directly entering the great sun of his own realm.

Everything happened too quickly and Jiang Han could not resist.

Suddenly, the golden color in Jiang Han's body converged and came out from the original core of his body, and purple lights were shot out. The light seemed subtle, but had magical effects. In an instant, it drove away the dark erosion in his body, directly shaking the withered arms of his ancient creature.

"What?" the ancient creature exclaimed, as if it had encountered something extraordinary.

With a sudden bang, the ancient creature had retreated, stood up, staring at Jiang Han.

"I feel that your body has a huge force protecting you, but that force does not belong to you." The ancient creature curled his smile and pointed at Jiang Han's chest. That place was where Jiang Han's Yuan Realm was.

"Indeed." Jiang Han said in a deep voice. He knew that the other party was talking about purple blood in the core of his Yuan Realm.

"That power is helping you practice." The ancient creature held his hands and looked at the dark starry sky in the distance, saying, "I can feel that that power is not a dead object, it has spirituality, and it nourishes itself with the help of your body."

Jiang Han smiled bitterly. This idea was created since he broke through the Tianyuan Realm and still could not control the power of the purple blood in his body. It was only impossible to confirm it. He did not expect it to be confirmed by this ancient creature today.

He remembered the powerful man who inexplicably appeared when he was reincarnated, and suddenly gave him this drop of purple blood. Why?

"Is it the continuation of the game ninety thousand years ago, or my enemy? The enemy of those people in the heaven?" Jiang Han thought in his heart. He understood that no matter which one, he could only bear it at that time.

"Senior, can you see the source of the power in my body?" Jiang Han spoke, wondering who this drop of blood came from, so that he could infer it again.

"That power merges with the origin of your life. If I hadn't explored your body, I wouldn't have noticed it at all." The ancient creature showed a strange smile: "The person who lays out his body is far more powerful than me, and I can't have detected it."

However, in the hearts of this ancient creature, he was thinking: "Is this the message to tell us? What does it mean? Who is this little guy?"

On the other side, Jiang Han was silent and he didn't know what the other party said was true or false.

If it is true, even this god and demon who have lived for billions of years said that the person who has made arrangements is far stronger than him, then who is behind all this? Or is it really like the Spirit of Order in the Divine Abyss said, is it the legendary "emperor"?

As his thoughts flowed, Jiang Han put his eyes out of the corner of his eyes on the ancient creature. After he withdrew from his power from himself, he never talked about forcing himself to stay. He didn't know what his attitude was now.

It took a long time before the ancient creature stared at Jiang Han again: "Little guy, do you want to leave here?"

"Seniors know my wishes. As long as I can get back, what instructions do I have? Just speak." Jiang Han was uneasy and said slowly.

"There is no request, I will send you away. I just hope that one day, if you know the news about the Emperor of the Underworld, you can come back here to tell me." The ancient creature said: "If I were still there at that time."

"Why don't you leave here for me? With your strength, it must not be difficult." Jiang Han said softly.

"I cannot leave. Only in this deadly burial place, with the help of that dead energy, can I survive to this day." The ancient creature shook his head gently, his voice a little desolate.

"If I learn the news about the Emperor of the Underworld in the future, how can I come here again?" Jiang Han was about to respond temporarily and leave here first.

"I will see you again if you are destined to be together. As long as you have thoughts in your heart, you can do this." The ancient creature said this, which made Jiang Han unable to touch it.

"Let's go, I'll send you away from here." The ancient creature suddenly stepped forward and came to the most edge of the base of the temple. Below was the endless abyss of darkness. He stretched out his withered arms and slashed towards the starry sky.

"boom!"

In an instant, a huge space crack appeared directly in the originally quiet space, which stretched for hundreds of miles, with colorful streams of light, which looked colorful and dazzling in this darkness.

"Go!" The ancient creature stretched out his other hand and slapped Jiang Han's body. A blood-colored air flow wrapped around Jiang Han's body, wrapping him up and flew out toward the huge crack in the space.

Everything happened too quickly, and Jiang Han had no time to react. He didn't even notice that a tiny gray-green light had already slapped his arms along the ancient creatures, along his muscles, bones, and flesh, directly into the core of the inner world of the body, gathering with the drop of purple blood.

"Little guy, if you can come next time, bring some good wine, and I haven't drunk for a long time. I miss you very much." Jiang Han heard the voice transmission when he was swept by the blood-colored airflow.

"Senior, then." Jiang Han reacted very quickly. A space ring was thrown into the direction where the ancient creature stood like lightning. In the space ring, there was the bamboo wine he carried.

The next moment, Jiang Han had entered the crack of time and space and disappeared into this dark starry sky.

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ps: The fifth volume ends, and the next volume is "Dragon and Snake Rises on the Land". I hope the book friends will continue to support it!
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