Jian Wushuang did not interrupt his memories. In the dark, he felt that there was some kind of connection between them.
He took a breath for a moment, then continued, "I was alone, wandering in the heavens, and accidentally came to a heaven with abundant power. There I saw a powerful immortal who could reach the sky, opened a Taoist temple, and gave lectures.
The scriptures discussed the Tao, so I sat down to listen to the sermon, and soon I was immersed in his arguments."
"He promised us that as long as we join him, top cultivators with extraordinary talents will surely ascend to the position of immortal within a few years. Even if they are not top cultivators, they will develop immortal roots within a few years.
Reaching unimaginable heights.”
"Under that seminar, there were more than 100,000 top cultivators who followed him, and I was one of them."
"I thought this was a path with a bright future, but I never thought that this path of cultivation would make me irreversible."
At this point, Jian Wushuang and others can already guess the general idea.
The person mentioned by this top cultivator must be the black-robed Dayan Immortal Youyun. He wanders around the heavens, opens a wide range of dojos, and attracts waves of top cultivators and even Yanxian to follow him.
Then he was taken to his lair and absorbed the source to strengthen himself.
The result was naturally as Jian Wushuang thought. After Youyun brought them back here, he showed his fangs, bound them, and sucked the source. However, the process was ten thousand times more cruel.
"After the old dog brought us here, he no longer concealed anything. He directly divided us into three, six or nine grades."
"The lowest level, the first level, had a huge base of tens of thousands, and there were tens of thousands of them. The old dog directly slaughtered them all, made every monk into soul amulet, and distributed it to the middle-level monks for them to use.
absorb."
"After the middle-level monks were forced to absorb these soul amulets, their strength has been rapidly improved. However, what awaits them is the highest-level top monks."
"The old dog followed the same method and slaughtered all the middle-level monks, then made soul amber and supplied it to the highest-level top monks."
"And I, because of my extraordinary talent, have been classified into the highest level, and I have to absorb 100,000 soul amber every ten thousand years."
"During this period, my realm increased greatly and I successfully broke through to the level of Immortal Evolution. There are more than fifty people in the same situation as me."
"However, what is waiting for us is something even more cruel. Only then did I realize that even if I become an Immortal, I am just a pawn."
There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and at the same time, his immortal body was rapidly drying up and about to die.
"After I became an Immortal, I thought I would be able to compete with him, but I didn't expect that I still had no way to save myself. More than fifty of us Immortals were all made into futons by him, sucking our immortal source day and night.
"
"This situation has been going on for several years. All those who have been drained of their immortal sources have been made into slaves of the Death Immortal for him to drive, and they will never recover."
"And in order not to be made into a slave by him, I crazily devoured the immortal sources of other immortals and survived until the end. I also took advantage of him to leave and escaped from the devil's cave."
"I wanted to stay away from this place completely, but I didn't expect that my immortal source has been completely shattered, and there is no possibility of survival at all. If I hadn't met the adults today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to say all these words."
When he said this, he was already weak and gradually dying away.
"This old guy is really a beast. Just for himself, he has ruined so many top cultivators in vain. He deserves to be cut into pieces with a thousand swords!"
Fengshan said bitterly, and then looked coldly at Shuyang aside.
"Look at what I'm doing, I have no interaction with him at all, I just heard about it a little bit," Shu Yang quickly explained, "Didn't you see that guy wanted to attack me?"
"Then why are you in the same camp?" Fengshan asked again.
Shu Yang looked a little embarrassed, and then said seriously, "I have no comment on this, but since You Yun dares to attack me, then I want him to die under my gun!"
After Fengshan snorted, he stopped talking. In his opinion, even if Shu Yang tried his best, he couldn't compare to Jian Wushuang's hand.
Jian Wushuang slowly squatted down, looked at Yanxian in front of him and said, "I've been tired for so long, it's time to have a good sleep."
Reluctantly opening his shriveled eyelids, Na Yanxian forced a smile, "Thank you, sir, it's time for me to have a good sleep. I haven't had a good sleep since the day I found my mistress until now. Now I can finally
Go to sleep..."
"What's the name of your sect?" Jian Wushuang asked softly. This was just a question he asked on a whim.
As if he was opening up the long-lost memories, he finally said slowly, "Sir, it is called Shangqing Pavilion. It is located in Qingzhou, a very far away place in the sky. The scenery is very good. My master and my wife are very good to me. It's a pity that
After all, we will never see them again for the last time.”
After saying these last words, the Immortal Yan finally fell, and the immortal body that could no longer hold up turned directly into a bunch of withered bones and dispersed with the wind.
Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and his originally calm state of mind seemed to recall the past.
That girl who acted recklessly and was bold and careful came out of Qingyu Qingzhou and followed him and Di Qing to Damitian.
Her name is Xiqingchi, and she is the daughter of the patriarch of the Shangqing Pavilion.
The current dead Yanxian was also one of the twelve disciples in Shangqing Pavilion.
Everything seems to be such a coincidence, but it also seems to be happening somehow.
Jian Wushuang sighed secretly, and then saw a jade slip the size of a finger among the withered bones.
He raised his hand and picked up the jade slip, only to see the word "Shu Huan" engraved on it. After several years, it was still new.
Perhaps this jade slip is the identity of the dead Yanxian. When he endured the torture, he must have been supported by the Shangqing Pavilion where he practiced martial arts and sat in the Shangqing Pavilion when he was young.
Putting the jade slip in his arms, Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the dilapidated hall located in the deepest part of the Black Mountain Mountains, his eyes extremely serious.
"Boom!"
The main hall was shattered, and the entire mountain range could not withstand the power and collapsed.
Led by Jian Wushuang, Shu Yang and Fengshan used all their strength to bombard any hall.
"Beast, get out of here and die!"
Fengshan shouted loudly, and launched a series of extremely violent attacks, easily smashing any visible object.
Jian Wushuang held the invisible sword and walked step by step towards the dark hall at the front.
In front of this dark hall, under the huge and towering jet-black pine trees, there were more than ten broken immortal bodies stationed there. As far as the eye could see, everything was filled with deathly silence and desolation.