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Chapter 1962 The Prodigies in the Rolling Time

The time in the world of Yunxian passes slowly, without stopping for any reason.

Before we knew it, a hundred years had passed.

This period of time is an extremely short period of time in the lives of Taoists. They just practice for a while, comprehend the original ancient sutras of all things, and deal with some research and development issues, and the time passes.

For most foundation-building monks,

This life is over.

Years of hardships and dangers, many lonely nights, many thrilling moments, many life-threatening moments, many dull moments, many glorious moments, many grudges and hatreds... I have experienced all of these.

These first moments of life are enough to influence a monk's entire life and will never be forgotten even after many years.

Qi training number one dream sword world.

The Great Dream Sword Realm, which was first created by Da Ri Jian Zi, has gradually become desolate over the years. It used to be bustling with tens of thousands of Qi training geniuses at its peak, with many Taoist friends preaching enthusiastically, but now it is deserted and no one has been seen for a long time.

I do not know how long it has been.

A barbarian man with tiger tattoos all over his body appeared here. He glanced around, walked to the pulpit with a big sword, closed his eyes and waited.

Compared to a hundred years ago, this barbarian king of the Eastern Wilderness Mountains has changed a lot.

His aura was as steady as a mountain, and he had an aura as deep and as vast as the sea. He was filled with black and red evil spirits, and was a strong one among the Jindan cultivators. He was no longer the immature man he was many years ago.

Chonglimo closed his eyes and rested, just wait here quietly.

A few days later, another Jindan sword cultivator came here. He glanced at the barbarian man, then looked for a place to sit down without saying anything.

Over the next month or so, Jindan cultivators appeared here one after another.

They have different demeanors and auras. Some have the aura of poisonous insects, surrounded by thousands of insects. Some have the aura of an indestructible body. Some are even more ghostly and have long since shed their physical bodies and turned into ghosts. They sit quietly with a cold ice crystal sword in their arms, and their icy pressure spreads in all directions.

These are all geniuses in swordsmanship.

He has found a way out of the dark fog. Even if he stops here in the future, he is worthy of the title of the human race's sword prodigy.

Finally, the thirteenth Jindan sword cultivator appeared here.

This Jindan sword cultivator had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and was born with a sword body, but he had lost the graceful demeanor of a handsome young man a hundred years ago. Instead, he became a sinister sword cultivator, with images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood looming around him, and the smell of blood was tangy.

Bloody Sword, Li Mingyuan.

Since the appearance of this Jindan swordsman, everyone has been waiting for three years, but no one has come.

In an instant, everyone knew.

The fellow Taoists who had made promises in the past will never show up again.

They have already left, either because they went insane in their practice, or died at the hands of their enemies, or because they were unlucky, died in a natural disaster. In short, we will never see them again.

Everyone looked sad.

For hundreds of years, they have relied on each other, encouraged each other, preached without reservation, and shared their understanding of the Tao. Sometimes when they were so excited, they would draw their swords, sing while fighting, and dance... Aren’t such fellow Taoists true confidants and friends of the Tao?

In a hundred years of life, how many fellow Taoists like this can there be?

But now, all these fellow Taoists have gone away.

There were ten thousand fellow Taoists, all of whom were Qi training geniuses from all over the place. But now, after a hundred years, there are only thirteen left.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"My condolences, Fellow Daoist Li."

Chong Limo paused and said.

As he was promoted to the Golden Core stage, his magical powers grew stronger, and his status and mobility increased significantly, so he learned information from farther away.

Twenty years ago, the Yudaihe Li family and the Huashen Li family were all wiped out, with only the young master of the Li family escaping.

It was heard that this was because the young master of the Li family practiced forbidden scriptures privately, which angered the monks of the upper sect, and thus he suffered a great disaster. This attracted the wrath of the monks of the upper sect with great supernatural powers, and they massacred the Li family, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, leaving no one alive.

The Li family was destroyed?
The Jindan sword cultivators around looked at Li Mingyuan in surprise, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how to say it.

Who hasn’t experienced a lot of misfortunes over the years?
The words of comfort in my mouth would make me sad even if I said them, so it’s better to keep them in my heart. “My condolences…”

"Where is the condolence?"

Li Mingyuan's voice was hoarse, with a look of regret and pain: "If I hadn't insisted on practicing this scripture, my Li family would never be destroyed, never..."

This person looked at this dream and felt resentment.

"Immortal Lord!"

"You have the ability to put an end to this chaos, right? That must be the case, right?"

Li Mingyuan growled, "Why must we go through such pain? Why must we be torn apart from our wives and children, and our entire family be killed? Why must you be so ruthless?"

"why?"

“Why do you have to do this?!”

The Jindan monk roared angrily.

The rumbling sound echoed in the Great Dream Sword Realm, spread far away, and gradually disappeared.

The Jindan monks around had calm expressions.

Let him vent.

After a long while, when Li Mingyuan calmed down, Chong Limo sighed and said, "Daoyou'd better change your mind, otherwise you will die soon and die of demonic possession."

"No one owes you anything, everything is your own choice."

"Moreover, if the Immortal King wants to end the chaos, do you think the Li family can escape?"

Chong Limo asked back.

"Why?"

Li Mingyuan was stunned.

He actually didn't know.

"Ha ha!"

"It seems that you really have a good family. Your family members love and protect you, and don't let you see the filth outside. It's really enviable."

Chong Limo sighed and said, "Don't you know what your Yudaihe Li family does for a living?"

"The business that your Li family relies on to make a fortune is to find many cultivators with excellent talents, refine them into Dao fruits, and offer them to the upper sect. This will please the strong people in the upper sect, and that's how you have been rich for so many years."

"Your Li family's business is doing very well. It's very famous. I've heard of it in the Eastern Wilderness."

"If someone really wants to end the troubled times, your family will not be able to escape. The annihilation of the entire clan is commonplace and nothing surprising."

"My home is like this, like this..."

"This is impossible!"

Li Mingyuan was completely stunned and immediately retorted.

"These things are well known to everyone. You can just check them out. I have no reason to deceive you."

"Brother Li,"

"You and I have known each other for many years, so I advise you to tell me the truth."

Zhong Limo stared at Li Mingyuan and said seriously: "Don't use the so-called righteous way to kidnap the strong. This is useless."

"What's more, you are far from being a good person. All the food and clothing you have worn over the years, the silks and satins, and the treasures of heaven and earth, were all bought with the blood and bones of geniuses. You are far from being as kind as you think."

"That's all."

After Chong Limo finished speaking, he walked deeper into the Dameng Sword Realm.

Deeper in this dream world, there is a further inheritance of immortal scriptures.

(End of this chapter)