"The general and we were in Duantian River to block the enemy for nearly a hundred years, and the army of the 19th century was 34,600. The last soldiers and soldiers were still unyielding."

After being silent for a long time, Zhang He's words were extremely dry.

"I am a deserter. After being bombarded by the opponent's attack into Luoyang Mountain, I no longer have the courage to go out to meet the enemy. I only remember the last thing I saw was the divine general who was bathing in blood and faced hundreds of millions of enemies alone."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hehu's eyes were filled with tears.

"Zhang He has been practicing diligently for thousands of years, and has a clear conscience in his own thoughts about what he has done, but he did not expect that he was so afraid of death when he was dying. It really made the human race lose face."

He looked at the cave with slight pleasure.

"I can't remember how long I have been here, but my mind is becoming more and more blurred, and my soul is becoming weaker and weaker. I know that I am about to die. If I stop practicing and cannot break through, I will watch my soul dissipate and return to the world in my later years.

I was a little unwilling, but I could do nothing. My injuries were too serious, and my origin was broken and there was no way to repair it."

Zhang He raised his head, his eyes as if he was traveling through the long river of time, from thousands of years ago to reality, staring at this latecomer.

"Maybe I did this in vain. Maybe my human race has completely disappeared in the universe. Later generations, I will leave everything I have to you. I hope you can make good use of it. If the human race continues, I will be very comforted."

His eyes moved upwards, as if he had traveled across the mountain, staring at the outside, and whispering.

"If there are really immortals... how could the human race be destroyed..."

The image dissipated, turning into light and dissipated in the air, leaving only a blue bead with a slight flash of unseen light.

Boom!

Wang Teng's brain exploded, as if he was struck by lightning.

Perhaps what Zhang He said before is still within the scope of acceptance. After all, the vast land is broken, and it is definitely a terrifying enemy. It is a scene of broken mountains and rivers that have long since appeared.

But Zhang He's last words made Wang Teng almost unable to do so, and his face was full of disbelief.

If what Zhang He, the ancestor of the human race, said was true and there were no immortals in that era, then what are the monks today still pursuing the ascension and becoming immortals?

I am tirelessly seeking immortality and transcendence, and the goal of becoming an immortal seems extremely ridiculous.

Are there immortals in the world?

So what is the banished fairy who carried it back from Penglai Fairy Mountain and placed it in the Beilun Land Temple?

The banished fairy has been silent for thousands of years and is even approaching to awakening. How can she explain this? It is an extremely incredible thing to be able to live quietly until now.

If this is not considered an immortal, then does a real immortal really exist?

Wang Teng was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt that all his luck was cleaned by Zhang He's last murmuring.

In the heavenly palace in the vast land, the gods who sprinkled blood on the spot, or the giants who were dragging the sky with both hands at the extreme of the sky, these amazing wonders that only immortals can achieve are not real immortals?!

He shook his head with the wall beside him, and a hint of self-mockery appeared on his face. He had not even touched the threshold of a monk, but he was still thinking about his goal for such a long time, which was completely arousing his troubles.

He wanted to find the truth of all this, and to follow the steps of these ancestors of the human race millions of years ago to find the truth about the vast land, and at the same time verify whether there is really no immortal in the world.

Even the generals in the Heavenly Court cannot determine whether there are immortals in the world.

Wang Teng showed a hint of laughter. This news is really a big deal.

I just feel that everything in the world has become dispensable, and I just want to step into the vast land and find the truth of destruction.

Wang Teng, who had calmed down slightly, also found many questions worth discussing.

Perhaps Zhang He died too early. When the human race's life and death crisis is at the end of the crisis, there will be supreme beings who will take action to end the turmoil. At the same time, he will use the supreme supernatural power to isolate the endless vast land and separate the real world from this pure land for humans to rest and recuperate.

Otherwise, how could he say clearly what he is seeing now?

The vast land has been broken, and the heaven and earth's essence has turned into extremely violent energy and raging, and there is no way for humans to practice. Even the earth veins on the Water Blue Star have been forcibly trapped in silence.

Do you intend to cut off your practice?

Looking at the blue bead in front of him, Wang Teng showed a thoughtful look. Since that supreme existence can use his great power to isolate the vast land, leaving a steady stream of vitality for the human race should be just a matter of turning things around.

What kind of qualities are they in?

Perhaps Wang Teng was just thinking too much. After all, the monk has survived by relying on the secret realm of the cave and has been living in the new martial arts, and the new martial arts are like a chick that has just hatched and has not been long covered with feathers. She is about to spread her wings and fly high with the help of the great world that is about to change.

After a lot of thoughts, he couldn't figure out the meaning. He looked at Zhang He's body that had never been corrupt for thousands of years.

This problem of speaking halfway through the word is really a bit tickling. You are introducing the whole story clearly.

Only one scattered murmuring word was left behind.

After a while, Wang Teng, who was cheering up, bent down and picked up the blue bead. A large amount of information suddenly surged out from the blue bead and rushed into his mind.

"The Nine Refinings of the Imperial Qi."

"Three Questions on Eternal Life."

"The Code of the Thunder Ministry."

At the same time, the usage of this blue bead was also introduced to Wang Teng's mind.

Wang Teng breathed a sigh of relief, his face a little strange. Finally, he bowed to Zhang He's body, and then he stretched out his hand and gently touched the other person's body.

"Ding, I discovered that "The Nine Refinings of the Imperial Qi" can consume 300 energy points to pick up."

"Ding, I discovered that "Three Questions on Immortality" can consume 300 energy points to pick up."

"Ding, discover the "Leak Code". It can consume 500 energy points to pick up."

“…”

Looking at the message prompted on the glasses, Wang Teng looked calm and silently estimated for a while before he silently thought about it in his heart and picked it up.

Just kidding, he is now making great progress in his qi, blood, spirit and true qi at this stage. His energy value increases by an average of dozens of points under his daily practice, and now he has nearly two thousand energy value.

I believe that if you break through to the Martial Saint stage, you will definitely have a burst of improvement.

I don't know what the value in the end will do.

"Successfully picked up the "Nine Refinings of Qi in the Lord", "Three Questions on Eternal Life", and "Leak Department Code", with a total energy consumption of 1,100 points."

After spending nearly five hours to digest this huge amount of information, Wang Teng, who became a little thin, browsed. It was a good harvest. Although it was not the path of body refining he took, the Nine Refinings of Qi and the Thunder Department Code are similar to the path of body refining, and there are many things to learn from.
Chapter completed!