Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's eyes trembled, and the sadness in his eyes already overshadowed the physical pain.

However, when he heard that the old man in front of him was not bribed by Han Xiang and Yao Ji, he felt strangely relieved.

"Long Yuan... It seems that the reason why you were not bribed by Han Xiang and Yao Ji is not because of how loyal you are to my master, but because the bargaining chips they gave you are not enough!"

Uncle Zhong shook his head again: "Young master... you still don't understand me! Before this, I never thought of betraying you... It's just that many things have happened in the past hundred years!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his withered hand: "Although heavenly beings are not as good as mortals, hundreds of years are like reincarnation... But if the power of the bloodline is exhausted, the cultivation level has been stagnant, and the spiritual energy is deposited in the body, although the longevity

Even though the primeval period is not over, the body will age before it is old! Since the death of the master, the old slave’s cultivation level has not improved for a long time! I am about to die..."

Uncle Zhong's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of madness: "I thought that nothing in this world could make me betray my master... Who would have thought that there would be great horror in life and death! The old slave has lived for a thousand years, and I still can't.

I don’t want to die! None of the elixirs in this world can save me! But Long Yuan can! This treasure can help you survive a desperate situation, and it can certainly bring an old slave back to life!"

Feng Wuchen gave a sad smile and sighed: "Sigh... I understand your difficulties, but why don't you explain to me that I don't necessarily think I can't find a way for you to break through your shackles?"

"It's useless...it's useless..." Uncle Zhong kept shaking his head: "Ahem! I have tried everything the master left! The master of Fuyao Palace also took care of the old master.

Come on, bring me the miraculous medicine, but those things will dissipate completely after entering my body in just one night! This is because the old slave came from a humble background, and after cultivating to this day, the power of his bloodline has been completely exhausted! Moreover,

...If you were still the Wuchen Tianzun of yesteryear, I might still ask you to save me, but your current cultivation level is not as good as mine, and you can't save me!"

After saying that, Uncle Zhong's eyes were full of ruthlessness and determination, and he suddenly exerted force on his palms, injecting countless heavenly spiritual powers into Feng Wuchen's body, crushing his spiritual veins and destiny.

"I'm sorry, young master! If there is an afterlife, I will dream about you again!"

"Boom!"

As his spiritual power surged crazily, the next moment, Feng Wuchen's body suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist, flying all over the sky.

And in the center of the blood mist, there is a majestic nine-fold sword tower.

The old man's eyes were full of obsession.

"Long Yuan...Long Yuan! As long as I have Long Yuan, I can live! Long Yuan!"

"Um...ahem..."

Just when he was approaching madness.

At a certain moment, his voice suddenly stopped, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His cloudy eyes blinked, only to find that the Longyuan Sword Tower in front of him was getting lighter and lighter.

"No...no...my Long Yuan..."

When the shadow of the sword tower completely disappeared, a sudden black light flashed in his eyes, and he was completely brought back to reality.

In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing began to become extremely heavy.

After nodding with all his strength, he saw a bloody long sword thrust out of his left chest.

"The soul of a cultivator has long been integrated into the soul and destiny! If the destiny is destroyed... then everything is destroyed. How can there be an afterlife?"

After hearing this indifference and helplessness,

At the sound of the voice, Uncle Zhong's weak and muddy eyes trembled: "No...impossible...I have clearly killed you!"

"You...you cast an illusion on me? When did it happen?"

"When you said my master had something left for me!"

"You...you knew I wanted to kill you? Did you doubt me from the beginning?"

Feng Wuchen sighed softly: "When I first met you, I didn't doubt you! Otherwise, I wouldn't have confessed my identity to you! But when you asked about Long Yuan, your eyes... flashed

I felt a trace of desire, and that trace of desire was something you would never have had in your eyes! From that moment on, I realized that the loyal uncle I once knew may have changed..."

"But even so, I only took all precautions against you, but did not use illusions on you. Until you said that my master had something left for me and wanted to hand it over to me, the murderous intention emanating from you! The murderous intention in my body was

The evil-repelling agency has sensed it!"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhong was stunned, and finally sighed in despair: "It was Long Zi who warded off evil spirits... Ahem! Young Master! You are still the same as before... Ahem, you will never be ordinary!

That's fine...it's better to die in your hands than to watch my body decay day by day! Young Master, send this old slave on his way!"

"..."

There was silence in the wooden house for a long time. Feng Wuchen took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the sword energy surged wildly, and a white light shot straight towards the old man's heavenly spirit. In an instant, the old man's expression was frozen.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuchen closed his five-fingered hand again, Long Yuan trembled slightly, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared, turning the old man's body into ashes almost instantly.

"..."

After doing all this, looking at the empty room, Feng Wuchen's eyes became a little sad.

"..."

The night quickly receded until the next morning, when the east was just white as a fish, Feng Wuchen knelt on his knees in front of that lonely grave without saying a word.

"Boy! Do you now know why I don't recommend you to reveal your identity?" The voice of Jiuyou Sword Demon was faint and pleasant: "When you live again, not only your appearance and aura have been changed, but your fate has also been changed, as well as your enemies.

, people who covet Longyuan, even if they use deduction techniques, they can't find you! But if you tell others your identity, there will be an extra layer of hidden dangers! Time is the most ruthless, it will carve a person's

Appearance can even change a person's heart. Even an innocent heart cannot withstand such erosion..."

"Alas..." Feng Wuchen looked sad and sighed: "I thought that I had achieved calmness in my heart, but I never thought that after I killed Uncle Zhong with my own hands, my heart would still be in chaos... What if Master was still alive?

, if he learns what I did, will he blame me?"

"Haha! The way of heaven is ruthless, and the world of mortals asks questions... Only when you are in it, experience the struggle and sadness, and experience great joy and great sorrow, can you realize it! You will feel guilty for killing that old man, but it is just the "goodness" in your heart

" is causing trouble, and this kind thing is hypocritical. It is not only useless to you, but will only become a stumbling block in your pursuit of the road, and may even make you miserable! If you understand it well, killing the three corpses will have a great impact on you.

the benefits of!"

"Goodness?" Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with confusion, and he murmured: "So this is the 'goodness' that I want to cut off... It's just that the price paid is too heavy."

At this time.

"rustle……"

Behind him, there was another rustling sound of swaying weeds. Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's pupils trembled, and the sadness in his eyes had already overshadowed the physical pain.

However, when he heard that the old man in front of him was not bribed by Han Xiang and Yao Ji, he felt strangely relieved.

"Long Yuan... It seems that the reason why you were not bribed by Han Xiang and Yao Ji is not because of how loyal you are to my master, but because the bargaining chips they gave you are not enough!"

Uncle Zhong shook his head again: "Young master... you still don't understand me! Before this, I never thought of betraying you... It's just that many things have happened in the past hundred years!" .?

?.

As he spoke, he stretched out his withered hand: "Although heavenly beings are not as good as mortals, hundreds of years are like reincarnation... But if the power of the bloodline is exhausted, the cultivation level has been stagnant, and the spiritual energy is deposited in the body, although the longevity

Even though the primeval period is not over, the body will age before it is old! Since the death of the master, the old slave’s cultivation level has not improved for a long time! I am about to die..."

Uncle Zhong's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of madness: "I thought that nothing in this world could make me betray my master... Who would have thought that there would be great horror in life and death! The old slave has lived for a thousand years, and I still can't.

I don’t want to die! None of the elixirs in this world can save me! But Long Yuan can! This treasure can help you survive a desperate situation, and it can certainly bring an old slave back to life!"

Feng Wuchen gave a sad smile and sighed: "Sigh... I understand your difficulties, but why don't you explain to me that I don't necessarily think I can't find a way for you to break through your shackles?"

"It's useless...it's useless..." Uncle Zhong kept shaking his head: "Ahem! I have tried everything the master left! The master of Fuyao Palace also took care of the old master.

Come on, bring me the miraculous medicine, but those things will dissipate completely after entering my body in just one night! This is because the old slave came from a humble background, and after cultivating to this day, the power of his bloodline has been completely exhausted! Moreover,

...If you were still the Wuchen Tianzun of yesteryear, I might still ask you to save me, but your current cultivation level is not as good as mine, and you can't save me!"

After saying that, Uncle Zhong's eyes were full of ruthlessness and determination, and he suddenly exerted force on his palms, injecting countless heavenly spiritual powers into Feng Wuchen's body, crushing his spiritual veins and destiny.

"I'm sorry, young master! If there is an afterlife, I will dream about you again!"

"Boom!"

As his spiritual power surged crazily, the next moment, Feng Wuchen's body suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist, flying all over the sky.

And in the center of the blood mist, there is a majestic nine-fold sword tower.

The old man's eyes were full of obsession.

"Long Yuan...Long Yuan! As long as I have Long Yuan, I can live! Long Yuan!"

"Um...ahem..."

Just when he was approaching madness.

At a certain moment, his voice suddenly stopped, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His cloudy eyes blinked, only to find that the Longyuan Sword Tower in front of him was getting lighter and lighter.

"No...no...my Long Yuan..."

When the shadow of the sword tower completely disappeared, a sudden black light flashed in his eyes, and he was completely brought back to reality.

In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing began to become extremely heavy.

After nodding with all his strength, he saw a bloody long sword thrust out of his left chest.

"The soul of a cultivator has long been integrated into the soul and destiny! If the destiny is destroyed... then everything is destroyed. How can there be an afterlife?"
To be continued...