He stood in the distance and watched the fire spread everywhere. The scorching fire was scattered by a cool breeze. However, he saw that the phoenix fire was like a broken mirror that fell apart. Just as the breeze slowly brushed away, the flames swayed away, and the dark forest, which was pressing against the thick night, returned to silence and sorrow.

Another gust of wind blew, which brought about neither anxiety nor mourning. The sound of the wind passed by his ears, and he sang and wept softly.

He squeezed out a sneer from his throat and turned around, but he still felt empty.

What if Yi Yuanguang is driven crazy? What is painful is that Yi Yuanguang has nothing to do with the ghost star...

But what else can he do if he is helpless?

Nothing can last forever - that's what it is...

The so-called "eternal life" is the only way for living beings to long for greed when they are initially shallow and ignorant.

In fact, there has never been any "eternal life". Every change is a cycle of reincarnation. Since you have entered "reincarnation", you cannot be called "birth".

Nothing will not be changed by time, but as long as it changes, it will be "dead"...

But no matter how many changes are, there will always be something that cannot be ignored.

He walked alone in the deep forest at night, and vaguely felt a long-standing familiar breath on the land here. He paused in a daze and raised his eyes. He saw the moon shining in the gaps between the branches and leaves, hitting the ancient Jiaoze into his eyes.

This ray of clear light had existed here as soon as the first creatures in the world appeared, as if it were the only eternal thing in this world. No matter how it changed or rotated, its bright luster remained unchanged.

Rushou looked at the wisps of silver moonlight in the gaps in the leaves in a daze, and savored the familiar breath carefully. After a long time, he came back to his senses.

"Nothing will not change. Obsession will perish and life will disappear, but there are always some things that will remain. Otherwise, how can we maintain the rules of "no absolute"..." He raised his hand gently, caught a warm and cool breath, but he felt the breath that made him reluctant to leave in the wind.

"Just like our ties, no matter how long it takes, it will not change, right? Zhurong..."

No matter what, he will not stop until all this is over.

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Since the disciples of the Immortal Sect were released by the Marshal's "kindness" ten years ago, the Jueshengya area has become their last stronghold. It happened that the Tang Sect in the middle of Shu was also supported by the Immortal Sect's people in the southern area, so they lived in seclusion these days.

Stability is stability, but it also feels a sense of shame of living a life of silence. As the wind in the world gradually turns to the Tielin Army, the immortal gate that has protected mortals for thousands of years has gradually fallen into the dust. In just ten years, there are not even a few mourners left...

But who is the real use of the ghost star in the immortal gate?

People only saw a tragic incident that arose from Kongtong, and those helpless figurines who were able to do so clearly determined that the gold and jade of the Immortal Sect was in a shady and fragile manner. Seeing the momentary prosperity brought by the merger of demons, they determined the old-fashioned and pedantic nature of the Immortal Sect—

But I didn't see that the Immortal Gate had sheltered the wind and rain for mortals since the beginning of the world. I have been walking on blood and licking my blades for thousands of years. Every day, my companions were killed by the demon clan. I have not seen that the Immortal Gate has only given the Immortal Gate a vicissitudes and sufferings in order to maintain this belief that has been based on the world since ancient times, and I have never seen that the Immortal Gate has banned human desires, practiced the mind method, tried my best to eliminate all chaos in the hearts, and forged forward against the turbid currents of the world...

However, all this misery has only become a method of abstinence in the eyes of the world as "for the sake of immortality", but I have forgotten how many real people and immortals are eventually tired of immortality and choose to become oneself.

Immortality is just the inevitable result of practicing spiritual methods. People in the Immortal Sect only use their spirit to defeat enemies and protect the mortal world. Every "Eternal Life" has seen countless things and changed things throughout her life, and has tasted too much separation from life and death. The taste of life has long been washed into bitterness by the sea of ​​blood...

However, others only saw envy, but no one had ever really explored the real pain contained in the immortal gate.

Chunanling has produced many poisons since ancient times, but there are many rare herbs. However, most of these rare medicinal materials grow in extremely dangerous places where poisons are gathered, and most people usually cannot pick them.

Only those immortal disciples who lived in seclusion in the mountains had the ability to pick these precious grasses born in the cluster of poisons to the market to sell.

There is a Wudu Town outside the southern mountain of Chu. As the saying goes, it is said that it relies on the mountains and rivers to eat water. This town is as its name says, relying on a poison mountain to support it.

Anyone born with a hundred poisons has a degree of devotion to the internal organs, so the lifespan of people in this town is mostly shorter than that of ordinary people. It is normal for those who die early in their twenties and thirties. No matter how long they live, they usually only have fifty.

Who makes people and heavenly lives in this small town where even licorice is rare? Even if you suffer from a minor illness of wind and cold, you have to use highly toxic medicine to drink it.

As soon as the sky was white, a straight but thin figure walked out from the shadows at the foot of the mountain, carrying a basket, but her appearance was not like the ordinary poisonous man in a small town.

As soon as this person stepped into the town, his eyes around him instantly frozen. They all looked at the figure of the lonely squid, as if they were covered in snow and frost. Occasionally, a few people started to talk in a low voice.

The mountains are full of poisonous substances, and the area near Juesheng Cliff is particularly steep. Generally, the people in Wudu Town will never enter the mountains at night. Those who can come down from the mountains early in the morning are the old immortals who live in seclusion in the shameful world for many years.

Although this town is blocked, it still has some knowledge of the situation outside. The first batch of figurines collected by the Tielin Army are things on Shushan not far away. In order to cover up, the marshal specially borrowed a road from this town.

People in Wudu Town are naturally particularly sensitive to poisonous diseases. Many people in this town have passed the Tang Sect's medicine trial. Although they still have a life left, they have lost the consciousness of most living people and are still conscious, but they cannot eat or see the color. They live a life rather than death. Therefore, the people in this town hate things like "puppets" from the bottom of their hearts.

As a result, the Immortal Sect smashed their taboos and had to stay here afterwards. It would be fine if they were not showing up, but they would still sway into the town from time to time and poke their eyes.

Perhaps there are still many people outside who stand up for the Immortal Sect, but in these Five Poison Towns, nearly 80% of people have lost their favor to the Immortal Sect.

The one who came out of the mountains and forests early was a young man with a look of only a twenties. He was as handsome as morning mist and cold frost. He had a lot of revealing beads hanging between his hair, and he looked like a misty shadow that had come out of the painting.

However, this misty shadow entered the streets of the town just like the plague god entering the market. Most pedestrians avoided it with a hiding look when they saw it from afar, like a clear and turbid current, or a grey squirrel crossing the street. In short, they were not welcomed.

However, he didn't care much, probably used to it, so he lowered his head and turned his eyes to the ground, trying not to pay attention to the awkward eyes of the people around him.

He traveled all night and picked these herbs that were rare in the Five Poison Town in the mountains.

In Chunanling, even the most common medicinal materials often gather clusters of poisons, just like guarding treasures. Those poisons will not easily obtain these clean herbs, so even the people in the town who are best at fiddling with poisons dare not pick these treasures easily.

Therefore, the value of these herbs should be very precious.

He silently picked up a small corner of the street, and then sat down as a chair with a short stone landing by the river, laying a coarse cloth on the ground, and took out the herbs from the baskets and neatly listed them on the cloth, and then continued to sit silently into a stone statue.

"Everyone comes out, and the goods are delivered according to the rules!" A very loud noise came from the streets and alleys. He subconsciously raised his eyes and saw three or five big men with knotted muscles surrounding a thin strip like a bamboo pole, knocking on the door and asking for debts, both houses and houses - what he wanted were either the old and refined poison treasures or real money and silver, in short, it was a group of robbers.

The head of that group of people—that is the bamboo pole—is the best person in the Five Poison Town.

In fact, the best person in this town is not a human, but a centipede demon who has cultivated into a human form. Of course, most people cannot see the real attributes of that thing. Only the immortal disciples who have practiced spiritual skills can see the demonic aura on the body of the man at a glance.

He looked at the little centipede that was radiant and powerful, and if it were not even qualified to sacrifice swords in the past, there was a faint fire in his heart.

This seems to be the hostility towards the demon clan embedded in the bone marrow of the Immortal Sect.

The gentle and suppressed elegant look in his eyes was gradually covered by a restrained murderous intent, but his body was indifferent and there was no sword in his hand. Therefore, this murderous intent could only be used as a wisp of old hatred, either hidden or dispersed.

However, as soon as he checked, the guy shouted: "Oh, the one over there is not the master of our immortal family. Why do you have to use his own treasure to make a living?" The centipede spirit, which looked like a bamboo pole, held a poison cup in his hand, and walked over leisurely with the old man's steps. As he approached, he leaned his neck and looked at the herbs with clear dew on the list of coarse cloth, and smashed his mouth, "What are these things..."

The young man from the Immortal Sect frowned, but lowered his head and said nothing.

These herbs have been cleaned in the streams in the mountains, but they are still covered with clear pearls and dew, which shines on the sunshine in the sky, making them crystal clear.

This centipede demon has a "dog-responsible attitude". With the support of a half-demon marshal in the court, he dares to unscrupulously humiliate the immortal sect who would tremble all over when he heard the sound of the wind.

The centipede spirit who bullies people pretended to be careless and stepped on the clean coarse cloth lined with herbs, turning the poison cup in his hand, "Oh, don't take these rags out and embarrass you, hurry up and put some rare goods, like spiritual swords, fairy treasures, etc.," he said in a cold and tactful manner, and then looked at the strong man who followed him to mock him. "It just so happened that my family lacks hatchets. Is your sword strong enough?"

"Take your feet away." He said in a deep voice.

The centipede demon pretended to be on his back and lowered his body a little, pretending to be deaf, "What, what do you say is like a mosquito."
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