The flow rate of time in the dream is different from that in the outside world.

It should have been a moment for Ah Qing to get Yaoguang, but in the dream, he left enough things for Chen Qiu to listen to the stories told by Dong Lingjun in the past.

Not to mention, this kind of experience of listening to others bragging in the first person is actually quite fun.

Especially this secret matter of the immortal family, people were very interested in it, so Chen Qiu naturally ignored Dong Lingjun's ridicule.

He said:

"Immortal Lord will talk about it again.

Although there will be a battle after you and me, and the fate of you and me will be a life-and-death end, it is rare that the Immortal Lord is interested at this time, so it is better to say more."

Chen Qiu sat cross-legged and leaned on his chin with his hands:

"Just take it as, tell me the stories of the Immortal Age of the Immortal Spirits to me. Those stories are buried in the hearts of the Immortal Lord, and no one can tell them. Just like the brave things of the Immortal Lord back then, they were buried in the loess, which is too a pity.

I think the Immortal Lord is probably very lonely too.

It’s not me that I’m bragging, Chen is definitely a very good listener, and he’s very strict. Immortal Lord doesn’t have any worries, start your performance.”

"You want to persuade me to surrender?"

Dongling Jun said coldly:

"Don't even think about it!

I have cultivated my true lord’s ability. I have never suffered such humiliation in thousands of years. As you said, there is only a life-and-death end between you and me.

With you.

I have nothing to say!”

"The Immortal Lord has revealed his bottom just now, so don't pretend."

Chen Qiu bounced his fingers and said with a smile that he deserved to be beaten,

"What the Immortal Lord said just now was that the alternation of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period happened 1,500 years ago.

At that time, the Immortal Lord was just a transcendent monk. In other words, the Immortal Lord's ability to become a true Lord is the event in the past five hundred years before the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Catastrophe.

For us mortals, five hundred years have been long, but for the Immortal Lord, even if it’s just a blink of an eye.”

Dongling Jun's expression changed slightly.

I want to stop Chen Qiu from continuing to talk.

But he was like a prisoner at this time, and he could not use any wonderful methods at all. He could only listen to Chen Qiu uncover the most painful scar in his heart.

"This is the ability of an immortal king who has just cultivated himself to become an immortal king. Before he could be free in the world, and before he could enjoy the wonders of the immortal path, he was hit by a punch in the Dharma-Ending Tribulation.

My head is about to be hammered."

Chen Qiu squinted his eyes and said jokingly:

"This is equivalent to a poor boy who finally worked hard and saved up a fortune from his family. He was thinking of getting himself a beautiful wife and enjoying the joy of the boudoir.

I was planning to build a big mansion for myself and return to my hometown to show off my gloriously.

As a result, the money I earned was hard, and before I could spend a penny, I encountered natural disasters and man-made disasters. It was a trivial matter to lose my pants, but I even lost my life."

He looked at Dong Lingjun's face, which was as cold as death, and knew that he had made the decision.

He smiled and said:

"Tsk tsk, if Chen is an immortal king, if he had such an experience, he would be very angry and uncomfortable, complaining about the injustice of heaven and the ruthlessness of the earth, and wishing to destroy all the world, so that the evil spirit in his heart would dissipate.

No wonder the immortal king gave up his conscience and wanted to make such a thousand-year plan with Penglai.

It turns out that I feel depressed and uneasy in my heart.”

"Shut up!"

Since he was trapped in the sword jade, Dong Lingjun, who has always been very calm, will be as angry as anger, and there will be no more outrageous energy on his handsome face.

With a few twists in his eyes, he was like falling into the devil's way.

He scolded coldly:

"You ignorant mortal, don't understand my thoughts! I will kill you Chen Qiu! No one can save you in this heaven and earth!"

"whispering sound."

Chen Qiu stood up, carried his hands on his back, and looked at Dong Lingjun who was in a crazy tone, and he said:

"Maybe a thousand years ago, you, who could cultivate the power of the True Lord, was a stunning and admirable person. But now, Dongling, you are just a poor worm who has lost everything and has been swallowed by delusions in your heart.

You're already dead.

The moment the Dharma-Ending Catastrophe arrived, the real Dongling Lord was already dead.

The one who survived was just a walking corpse whose soul was torn to pieces by resentment and fear, and who was pieced together by dark evil thoughts, a pale pitiful worm.

Just an incompetent coward.

Do you still dare to say that you are practicing the immortal path?

Wrong."

Chen Qiu hugged his arms and said:

"You have been swallowed by the inner demon and fell into the devil's way.

Not only you, but all the people in Penglai are already evil ghosts!”

"Ignorance mortals, you have never seen the Dharma-Ending Age, what do you know?"

Dongling Jun was aroused by Chen Qiu's anger. He knew that Chen Qiu was messing with his words, but he still couldn't help but feel angry and retorted:

"Do you think the troubled times you see are the worst in the world?

madness!"

"A thousand years ago, the Dharma-Ending Catastrophe arrived and lasted for a full ten years. There were more than ten thousand monks in this world, but after ten years, no one will exist!"

"Did you tell me how I died? You can't even think of it!

You want to know what these four words mean in the Dharma-Ending Age? OK! I will tell you!"

The immortal king seemed to recall the nightmare scene a thousand years ago, and his tone became quiet, talking about the memories that he never wanted to recall forever.

"Real energy is a natural thing that is nourished by heaven. As this world is born in chaos, the clear energy rises and the turbid energy falls, and spiritual energy will be dispersed in the world, making people's minds clear and helping all living things grow and reproduce.

Our cultivators, guided by spiritual energy, stepped into the vast path of immortality, took spiritual energy to strengthen themselves, and continued to climb through heavenly tribulation, just to achieve the separation of life and death, to realize the great way, and to obtain great freedom.

But not all monks have that fate, and can see the mystery of the immortal path.

There are always people who fall in the fairy path.

When the monk dies and the spiritual energy he has lived in his lifetime, he will return to the world.

One pecking and one drink, like the flow of yin and yang, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be balanced. Our monks are definitely not what you, the insect, think of, but those evil people who are greedy for heaven and earth, seize fortune, and conceive themselves."

The immortal king's voice became hoarse.

He said:

"But the Dharma-Ending Calamity descends, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will no longer be born overnight. The balance will be broken. The heaven and earth that have been nurtured and moistened by the spiritual energy is like a dry pond.

And our monks are the small puddles around the pond, and are born from spiritual energy.

I ask you, Chen Qiu, if the pond suddenly drys up, and the puddles around it are like stars, what will happen?"

Chen Qiu's face also became serious.

He said:

“Reverse extraction?”

"Haha, you're so smart."

The immortal closed his eyes and said in a silent tone:

“Yes, reverse extraction.

The world that nurtures the path of immortality, and the world that should be as tolerant as the parents of monks, changed their faces overnight and became ferocious.

Overnight, just a normal night, the cultivators in the world were sucked away their spiritual energy and died 30% of them!

In the next ten years, every day, we felt like we were suffering in hell.

Often, a sound of thunder will cause a sect to shatter the mountain protection formation. When we go to rescue, there is no one left, and the mountains and fields are covered with dust.

That dust is our lives!

Not only do we have to take away the spiritual energy, but we also have to crush the flesh and bones together!

Just like a greedy beast, eating us all out!

Spit out the last dust.

ten years!

Such a hell lasted for a full ten years!
To be continued...