Fang Zixuan practiced day and night, forgetting sleep and food, and he didn't notice that his originally black and shiny hair was turning white little by little, and even a shallow wrinkle began to appear on his forehead, and in the end, even his hands began to wrinkle.

Inadvertently, Fang Zixuan finally noticed his hands.

Hey, before I knew it, I didn't know much time left. Fang Zixuan cultivated the Five Holy Techniques of the Heavenly Rank, and his body was far stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, but even so, his body still showed signs of aging.

Fang Zixuan didn't use aura to eliminate these wrinkles, because it was completely meaningless.

Then, Fang Zixuan continued to cultivate day and night.

One day, when Fang Zixuan woke up briefly from his cultivation state, he suddenly felt a faint feeling of tiredness coming from his body.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but look at his hands.

It was clearly an old man's hand, with skin like the bark of a dead tree.

Then, Fang Zixuan took out the mirror.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Fang Zixuan was still startled by the person in the mirror, because what appeared in the mirror was the face of a dying old man, his hair was gray, his skin was wrinkled, and his eyes, especially his eyes, had begun to be a little cloudy.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that Master's prediction is right, even if he cultivates to the realm of Wuhou Perfection, he will not be able to live for a few years. Hey, that's it, hurry up and cultivate.

So, Fang Zixuan took out the pill and the medium-grade spirit stone again and continued to cultivate.

One day, Fang Zixuan exhaled a long breath of turbid breath as he had finally cultivated to the realm of Martial Marquis Perfection. However, Fang Zixuan had clearly felt a heavy feeling of tiredness in his body at this time.

Not only the appearance, but also the internal organs have aged. If it weren't for the Five Holy Techniques and the Vermilion Bird Fist, the Xuanwu Fist had refined his physical body strong enough and maintained the artistic conception of life, I was afraid that he would have been unable to cultivate normally, and his aging body would not be able to withstand the impact of such a large amount of spiritual energy.

Wang Wenguang looked at Fang Zixuan and was silent.

As early as more than ten years ago, Wang Wenguang had already come to Wusong Mountain to watch Fang Zixuan's cultivation, because he was really worried that something would happen to Fang Zixuan.

Ji Qianqian was also looking at Fang Zixuan on the side. She still had a hard time believing that the old man in front of her who was dying in the twilight could be the peerless genius Fang Zixuan who killed two Martial Kings one after another?

"Master, I have finally cultivated to the fullest realm. Fang Zixuan looked at Wang Wenguang with cloudy eyes.

Low, hoarse, and weak, this is Fang Zixuan's current tone of speech.

"Well, originally ordinary martial artists or demon beasts would consolidate for a period of time after cultivating to the complete realm, but it seems impossible for you now, not to mention that time does not allow. A month, a month later, you are ready to break through, although you are in a hurry, but this is also a helpless thing, otherwise if you drag on like this, your body will get worse and worse. Wang Wenguang said calmly, it seemed that Fang Zixuan was breaking through the realm of the Martial King normally, rather than breaking through in a state of dying like he was now.

Fang Zixuan hummed weakly.

Walking away from afar, Ji Qianqian said worriedly: "Wen Guang, Zixuan is like this, can he do it?"

"If you can't, you have to do it. Wang Wenguang said.

"But, just in case. Ji Qianqian said.

"Nothing in case. Others may not be able to, but that kid is not an ordinary person. Wang Wenguang said.

Ji Qianqian thought about it, and it was right, ordinary people and demon beasts could have Fang Zixuan's realm and strength in the Hou Realm?

"Old Ruo, do you think I can succeed in my current appearance?" Fang Zixuan asked.

"Maybe you succeed, maybe you fail, do your best. "Lao Ruodao.

"Well, do your best. Fang Zixuan said.

So far, he has to do his best, and there is no other way, unless there is a little longevity pill for him to take now.

Fang Zixuan staggered to the side of the stone bench and sat down, there was spiritual food and water on the stone table in front of him, which Wang Wenguang had prepared for him.

Fang Zixuan slowly ate the spiritual food and drank the water, and it took a long time to finish all the spiritual food on the table.

After eating these spiritual foods, Fang Zixuan actually felt that he felt a little better. Fang Zixuan couldn't help but show a wry smile, it seemed that his body was really not good, and he actually began to crave food like a mortal.

Then, Fang Zixuan staggered back to the room, and then fell asleep.

Since Hu Yuexian left, Fang Zixuan hadn't slept once. If it was before, this was naturally not a problem, but now his body was extremely old, so that he clearly felt a wave of exhaustion coming from his body.

This sleep is ten days.

Fang Zixuan walked out of the room, and then he saw Wang Wenguang and Ji Qianqian.

Fang Zixuan didn't speak, he just walked under a big tree next to him, then sat down against the big tree and closed his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of Ximen Rou, Fang Ziguang, Fang Zixi, Fang Ziming, and then, what happened in the Five Elements Continent came to his mind one by one.

After a long time, Fang Zixuan remembered the events in a dream for a thousand years, so the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Gradually, Fang Zixuan's heart seemed to have a certain understanding.

I thought that I could not worry about longevity when I came to the Five Elements Continent and became a martial artist, but it seems that I am too self-righteous, and my cultivation is really based on the premise of longevity. Without the strength of life, everything is in a flash. If you have a future, you must learn a lesson.

Fang Zixuan has always believed that it is not terrible to make mistakes, and that people who are not saints and sages can make no mistakes, as long as they learn from the lessons and do not make the same mistakes in the future.

Before I knew it, twenty days had passed.

"Boy, it's time. Wang Wenguang said softly.

Fang Zixuan opened his eyes.

Looking at Fang Zixuan's cloudy eyes, Wang Wenguang still couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he didn't show it.

Fang Zixuan didn't reply, just blinked. It's not that he doesn't want to speak, it's that he suddenly feels that he's really tired, so tired that he can't lift up the slightest strength to speak. If it weren't for the support of the artistic conception of life, Fang Zixuan doubted that he would be able to sit like he was now. No wonder ordinary people break through the realm of martial arts decades in advance, this is by no means untargeted, those people have no artistic conception of life, if they really wait until the end to break through, it will undoubtedly fail.

Wang Wenguang patted Fang Zixuan's shoulder lightly, and then said softly: "Boy, you will definitely be able to do it, don't let my hard work go to waste, and don't waste your amazing qualifications." ”

Fang Zixuan blinked again.

In these cloudy eyes, Wang Wenguang clearly saw a trace of perseverance.

"Good. After Wang Wenguang finished speaking, he took out a large pile of medium-grade spirit stones and laid out a spirit gathering array around Fang Zixuan.

After arranging, Wang Wenguang walked away, and Ji Qianqian followed Wang Wenguang.

Mei Zimiao and the others were all breaking through the realm of the Martial King, originally she was going to watch at Qingxiufeng, but she was worried about Fang Zixuan, so she couldn't help but come in the end.

Fang Zixuan took a deep breath, and then began to break through the Martial King realm.