Jing Yao's consciousness is still there, but her cultivation has fallen to the bottom, the large amount of life qi dispersion makes her not need to be modified, her appearance is already very different, her black hair has become dry like grass, three thousand green silks are like snow, and her hair is lying on the ground, extremely desolate.

In just one day, Xiu Wei slid all the way down from the out-of-body realm to the Qi Cultivation Realm, she stood up with her hands on the ground and gasped, her chapped lips cracked deep blood grooves, and her smile was a little sad and a little desolate.

Pursing her lips, a blood-red spilled from the corners of the group, and she felt hungry and thirsty, a trait that only mortals had that she felt again.

Jing Yao continued to replenish her aura, she needed a large amount of aura to fill the passing life and the fallen realm, and she had a lot of treasure pills to seal the space, but she was powerless to open the void, and the treasure medicine that hid the void could not be taken out, so she could only watch her body aging and death.

There was no sound in the silent world, Zhong Ying, who was stuck in the void, did not know where to go, as if it had cracked, and it seemed to have disappeared, Jing Yao smiled bitterly, the creation given by the village chief turned into a deadly poison, and Jing Yao, who could support a moment in the face of evil spirits, entered chaos, just like mortals in the face of natural disasters, they could only close their eyes and wait for death.

Self-help has become a luxury.

The footsteps of the god of death are getting closer and closer, Jing Yao listens and seems to be able to hear the breath of the god of death, it is so hideous and terrifying, Jing Yao has thought of all the ways to die, the vigorous battle death, or the split body to death, and then there are other major sects to seize and torture to death, but she just didn't think of such a wretched way to die.

Jing Yao has been cultivating immortals for ten years, from an ignorant little girl to a Yaoguang fairy who shocked the world of immortal cultivation, and it has long been a legend in a short period of time.

Three Mahayana monks died because of her, and dozens of combined distraction monks were killed by her own hands, even if the previous and present lives combined were only twenty-five or sixteen years old, even if the cultivation was lost, they should not be so old.

Teasing her white hair, she hooked the corners of her lips and laughed, the cracked flesh bloomed red bloodshots, some heart-piercing pain, almost self-deprecating chuckles, she looked back, and then resolutely walked into the depths of chaos with staggering steps.

Can't choose how to die, but she still has the right to die there, the skin that can be broken by the white and tender cream is crawling with wrinkled fish lines, and she moves her steps away step by step.

The village chief outside the chaos looked at Jing Yao in the chaos in a daze, and a deep worry flashed between his eyebrows.

He suddenly regretted letting Jing Yao enter the chaos and comprehend, watching Jing Yao's figure gradually disappear, and finally sighed desolately, muttering to himself: "Did I miscalculate......?" Isn't it the one who was meant to be?"

Jing Yao walked a long way with difficulty, her life passed faster, her wrinkled skin gradually dried up, she was no longer the amazing Yaoguang fairy, she was just an old man of Longzhong who had been eroded, and the fire of life was slowly extinguished......

With a choking sound, the Jiuyan Immortal Sword left the void on its own and appeared in front of Jing Yao's eyes, Jing Yao smiled deeply, stroking this fateful immortal sword that he had forged after all the hardships and dangers, and the strange fire on the Jiuyan sword body was slowly dissipating under the shroud of chaos, losing the demeanor of the fairy sword.

In the past, the years were like a river flowing backwards, flooding her mind, Jing Yao asked herself that this life was still magnificent, the top powerhouse of the pyramid in the immortal cultivation world died three because of her, although she was not killed by her own hands, but now in the immortal cultivation world, even the Mahayana monks will be terrified when they see her.

Jing Yao has wandered through life and death, proficient in witchcraft secret techniques, Huang Xiufeng can rely on witchcraft secret techniques to reverse death and return to yang between life and death, she naturally tried it.

The return of the soul to the underworld is the final destination of all living beings, but Jing Yao found that the world wrapped in the aura of chaos seemed to have no concept of time and space, which was quite unreasonable to let all living beings disappear.

Lin Tianxing, Huang Xiufeng, Zhao Shengnan, Shi Kuang, Lu Ang, Cabbage, Chu Yu, Hei Yan, Jie Ling...... A face appeared in front of her eyes, and Jing Yao couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth again.

She saw these people waving goodbye to her, both real and unreal.

Jing Yao laughed with Jiu Yan, her voice was dry and hoarse, revealing a languishing and dead air, ten years of cultivating immortals, everything doesn't seem to be so important at this moment, she and Zhao Shengnan made an appointment to fly to the immortal realm together, and achieved immortal myths, and now I think about it, they were all high-spirited when they were young.

She promised to destroy the real person to keep the star map, and she accompanied Lin Tianxing to the road of revenge...... She suddenly felt that she came to the immortal cultivation world as if she was living for others, she longed for the immortal world, but she preferred to be unrestrained and lazy, but she was forced to cheer up and face one life-and-death duel after another.

When life was short, Jing Yao inexplicably felt relaxed, as if it was an extremely pleasant and soothing thing thing to be able to control the last time, and she let go of Jiuyan, who was holding it, and felt very tired, and there was a voice in her head telling her that putting it down was great freedom, and lying down was eternal sleep.

Jing Yao bent down and sat down, closed her eyes quietly, she wanted to use the last cultivation to ignite the few remaining true elements in her body, death is the end or the beginning, whether she can pass through Jing Yao again She didn't have the heart to think about it, she didn't want to linger on her dying struggle, she felt that it would damage the majesty of the Yaoguang Fairy.

The old lady is destined to be famous for eternity, and her proud death as the creator of the legend will come to a perfect end...... Jing Yao laughed nervously, and the white life force and the black dead air bloomed faintly and brightly like a spark, igniting the physical body......

Jing Yao, who closed her eyes, seemed to see a peaceful and harmonious fairyland, and the world decorated by Qionghua and Yushu was beckoning to her......

Ten years have passed, and twenty years have passed.

The village chief would come every day to gaze at the jade that was again covered in dust and smoke, he could not feel the fluctuations of the chaotic world and life, but he could feel the changes in the chaotic division within it.

Another ten years passed in a hurry, and the village chief slowly felt the faint breath of life......

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Thirty years have passed, and there still seems to be no change in the immortal cultivation world.

The immortal tombs of Kuotian Mountain are beyond everyone's imagination, and the major sects have fought for ten years for the immortal tombs, and they have injured each other, and finally reached an agreement, and the disputes have been suspended until the immortal tombs are found.

Several major sects worked together to excavate, and finally found a clue, the immortal tomb is not in the Kuotian Mountain, the Kuotian Mountain is at best just a passage to the immortal tomb, and the real immortal tomb is in an uncontrolled turbulence.

So the Kuotian Mountain disappeared, the big demon of the Kuotian Mountain was enraged, and started a big battle with the monks, and finally escaped from the Central Domain, and the razed Kuotian Mountain floated a black hole, and none of the monks who dared to explore came back.

As the second decade passes, black holes are showing signs of bleaching.

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