Coiled into the edge of trance and darkness, wandering between wakefulness and lethargy, surrounded by dense, mountain-like souls, crying, shouting, roaring, whispering, praying, begging for death, complex and harsh sounds intertwined densely, piercing the ears and hearts, drilling into the brain and calming the soul. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's all soul refining.

Pan Xuan felt the cold, the cold came from the heart, spread all over the body, as if to stay away, but turned back like a play. Pan Xuan wanted to resist, but he couldn't resist it, he wanted to endure it, but it was too cold.

He knew he was in captivity, but he forgot where his body was. He was floating in this sea of souls, and he shouldn't have felt lonely, but none of his souls paid attention to him, as if he didn't exist at all.

You came here of your own free will, didn't you? Isn't it a feast that you're waiting for?

I have seen such a scene, this cold is very familiar, it is a cry of a sad soul, a chill from the bottom of my heart.

Where was that? When was that?

The vast thoughts are like ropes, pulling and winding to swim into the depths of memory. He remembered the Black Blood Pool in the Cold Fire Country, and there was a water gate under the Black Blood Pool, which would pass the coil to the miserable and desperate cave, where he saw circles and layers of children, those trapped soul worms.

Why is it the same now as it was then?

You've already guessed the answer, haven't you? Chaos guides you, madness foreshadows you, and you've been trying to find the entrance to this Mantou Mountain. You want to be the master of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect, and you only hope that Bodhi can confess this secret to you, right?

The person he wants is you, and he longs for your soul refining to maintain his glory, his hard work, and his Ten Thousand Immortal Gate.

Pan Xuan condensed his mind, and gradually moved freely, and there was a soul refining to pay attention to him and answer Pan Xuan's questions.

Who are you, why are you trapped, why are you crying?

We.... We are the people who have not passed the trial of the spring, Bodhi deceived us, pretended to leave us to heal, but he treated us.... Refined us into... Greedy soul worms, locked in a cave that does not see the light of day, we cannot die, but we are doubly miserable when we live, so we cry. From a long, long time ago, a thousand years, two thousand years, people have been coming.

Coiling tried to count the number, but it was too large for a moment to tell.

What is his purpose in trapping you here?

The souls in the darkness shone one one after another, as if they saw the starry sky, and one by one, they became a bridge to the infinite zenith.

Hatred welled up from the bottom of his heart, like a continuous wave of the sea, throwing him into the sky.

So what's in the sky?

That is the Qilin Ring, the ancient god's thing, the origin of the Ten Thousand Immortals Immortal Dew Spring, which sinks at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Immortals Immortal Dew Spring, and goes straight to the reincarnation sea Hongyuan Pond.

As early as 2,000 years ago, Bodhi found that the water of Hongyuan Pond was weak and could not sustain these many people. He had studied it for many years and knew why.

This unicorn ring is like a door, connecting the souls of the people of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect with the twelve ancient gods sleeping in the sea of reincarnation, and through the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Immortal Method, they can climb the ladder and benefit from the magnificent and endless souls of those ancient gods.

However, the number of immortals is too large, and they live too long, and the gradual erosion and contraction of this gate will slowly weaken the relationship between the immortals and the ancient gods.

So Bodhi came up with a way, he caught alive, talented people, with the spell of his Tai family in the past to cultivate the dream snake, refining the greedy soul worm, trapping us in the mountains, using our soul refining, cast a bridge to the reincarnation sea, this bridge goes straight through the "door" of the unicorn ring, the door can not be contracted, cannot be closed, and the immortals can survive.

I thought: I'm also a greedy soul snake.

His suffering compatriots replied: You are different, you are far greater than us, and if he finds you, there is no need to arrest anyone else. Just use your soul refining to connect with the Sea of Reincarnation. He has been looking for such a person, he originally wanted to get an immortal, but the golden cicada shot too ruthlessly and killed the immortal, and now.... He's finally waiting for you.

I thought, "Yes?" This is the confusion in my heart, this is my fate?

With the lives of my compatriots, my coiled lives, this never-ending torture and sorrow, to maintain the immortals. Those glamorous, carefree, beautiful, proud, noble, hilarious, rich, supreme immortals?

Sacrifice yourself, coil, and ten thousand immortals will be passed on forever.

That's what you love, and you've always guarded.

Fragments of memory appeared in front of his eyes, which was after he entered, scenes of laughter and joy, with Lu Liuxin, with Lu Zhenying, with Dong Caiqi, with Yuyazi, with Tianlong, with Tianxin, with Zhang Qianfeng, with Qianlingzi, with cicadas, with Haiping, with Bodhi, and one by one respectful, singing and dancing, pink and tender, chic and dashing immortals.

That's hypocrisy! That's artificiality! That's flattery! That's indescribable meanness! That's the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, which is built on the life of thousands of compatriots!

I understand, what are ten thousand immortals? Ten thousand immortals are evil! Infinite evil! Hypocritical evil!

What have I been doing? I have been with my enemies, having fun, laughing, climbing upwards, and for me, I have been falling.

Smash this sky, destroy this hypocrisy, hate this immortal gate! Yes, yes, hate it! Destroy it!

Go devour.

Hunger filled the coil, he became greedy and irritable, and the surrounding soul refining sensed this change and laughed. In the midst of the tidal laughter, he thought: You have been devouring the soul refining of the Soul Greedy Worm, haven't you noticed it? Every time you use the Flying Ascension Skill and every time you raise the level, you chew the flesh and blood of your compatriots.

Repay them, put an end to their suffering, and put an end to all immortals.

Go devour.

He opened his mouth wide open, as hungry and crazy as he had been when he had woken up from a dream all those years ago. He swept around, the souls around him sinking into his belly, and he moved his mouth again, devouring them with incredible dexterity and speed.

The Soul Greed was not afraid.

If one knew that every day of one's life would be spent in great pain, would one be afraid of death?

No, death is a gift, a liberation.

He ate a cursory circle, and his stomach was full, so he cut open his stomach and threw out the useless things, and he threw out the ascension to the world, the soul refining of the mountains and the non-heavens, the fragmentary internal force, and all kinds of useless emotions.

Martial arts are mixed, so they abandon martial arts. When your heart is covered with dust, you abandon your heart and leave the past behind, and you have nothing.

But when you enter the Tao, your heart is free of dust, and you are reborn better than you dreamed.

You are Taiyi, remember? You once incorporated the world into your own dreams.

You are Taiyi.

The huge, starry and dark snake devoured it again, and those soul refining soon became tasteless, even disgusting, but he moved forward with a selfless and fearless heart, he wanted to save every one of his compatriots, and imprinted the hatred of the immortals in each of their souls.

After a long time, there was no soul refining in the darkness. Coiled roared loudly, closed his eyes tightly, split the gap in this sea of dreams, and found his way back to his body.

There was a loud bang in his ears, and he fell to the ground from a high altitude, and the heavy, mountain-like boulder smashed against Pan Xuan's body, and he had no true qi to protect his body, and he was almost crushed into flesh.

But he managed to escape and save his life.

The severed arm recovered slowly, his brain was swollen and cracked, and he was like a newborn baby, naked, curled up and convulsed.

There were hurried footsteps ahead, accompanied by a terrified and sad roar. Pan Xuan opened his eyes and saw Bodhi standing in front of him, and behind Bodhi was the tall flea Yama.

Seeing the situation, Bodhi laughed angrily and said, "How did you break through the demon subduing array? Kill all the greedy soul worms, you almost ruined all the immortals, you fool, you wicked!"

But why is he still smiling?

Ah, he must have thought that he could control the coiling at this moment, as long as the coiling was there, the bridge would be able to continue, and he would still be able to reach the Sea of Reincarnation, connect the souls of the ancient gods, and reap blessings from him endlessly.

Flea sighed: "Brother Yi, why do you have to fight hopelessly? Do you still want to go back to the Ten Thousand Immortals? You can't go back." They all know that you and I are righteous. ”

Do they all hate me? Wonderful, wonderful. Because I hate all the immortals too. You shattered my retreat, and that couldn't be better.

I've been sitting on the hypocritical throne for too long, and it's time to tear the mask of that immortal gentleman.

Bodhi saw that the vertebrae of the coiled spine were smashed and twisted and twisted, and he sighed: "Coil, you don't have to complain about me, you need to know that if you are willing to endure, the people of Wanxianmen will benefit." DID YOU KNOW.... What would happen without you?"

He paused and said, "A disciple who wades in the first layer of water will go crazy in the tenth year and become a blood-drinking, immortal, but extremely ugly demon. In another ten years, it will be your turn to swim the river. The next 10 years will be wading, and after another 10 years, the flying layer will also change. Only those who have escaped from the sky and broken the clouds have been closely connected with the ancient gods and have not been affected. But at this point, Wan Xian.... It is all destroyed. Those... If the sick remain in the world, they are walking corpses, and the pain is endless. ”

Pan Xuan thought to himself: "The pain is endless, do you feel the suffering of those compatriots? Have you ever felt the anger of the immortals?"

But his heart was numb, his body clicked, he sat up straight, all the broken bones on his body were fused, the scars were restored, and he was draped in a lilac robe.

Bodhi was taken aback, and the flea couldn't help but take a half step back. Bodhi hesitated for a moment, laughed, and said, "So far, are you still bluffing? Is this the internal power of the phantom spirit?"

He waved his palm, and in an instant, the illusions were full of fire, thunder, and thousands of beasts gathered, with teeth and claws in front of him, which was the Taiyi Phantom Spirit Palm that had been passed down by the Tai family for thousands of years. Bodhi let out a loud shout, and the phantom true qi surged towards the coil.

The flea jumped lightly, high in the air, kicked straight with both feet, and kicked straight towards the coil, he didn't want to put the coil to death, although this strength was brave and fierce, but there was a lot of leeway, but when it met resistance, it turned into a very powerful killing move.

Pan Xuan thought to himself: "Taiyi Phantom Spirit Palm, isn't that what I created?" With a palm of his hand, Bodhi's heavy phantom was already under the control of Pan Xuan, and he hit the flea instead. The flea was horrified, his strength increased suddenly, and he sneered, and his ankle hurt, and he flew out upside down, and when he looked at it again, he was even more frightened.

Bodhi screamed loudly, and his body had shrunk like a mouse, coiled in his hands.

The fleas trembled, as if they were having a strange dream of madness: this supreme of ten thousand immortals, the enlightened cloud-breaker, and the first master of the mortal world, had been firmly restrained by this seriously injured person in the blink of an eye, within one move.

Pan Xuan said: "Heaven and earth are dreams, and phantoms are free, this is the true meaning of Taiyi's true immortal law." ”

He said in a low voice: "Ten thousand immortals are not immortals, extraordinary and extraordinary, when the red dust falls, why immortal will not die?"

Die.

The old Bodhi immortal was instantly pinched into powder, straight like an ant.