Living forever in the deep palace

Chapter 161 Don’t Come Back in the Next Life

"What are you talking about, Senior?"

"I do not understand!"

"I'm just an ordinary Qigong driver..."

The old man had an old face and white hair. His hands were covered with calluses from heavy work. His back was bent, and he smiled at Su Chen in a simple and ingratiating way, as if this had become his lifestyle habit.

However, Su Chen saw clearly that the old man was obviously panicking at this moment, and seemed to be hiding a small drum in his arms.

There are countless immortal practitioners in the world, and most of them in the Eastern Region are Dharma practitioners. They mainly practice Taoism and magical powers. They have a solid foundation and are on the great path.

In this regard.

"fine."

even.

The wind was against the direction in which he was fleeing.

A figure came over.

Whether it is the young leader of the caravan, the white-haired old man, or even the others, they are basically weapon cultivators, exchanging their lives with magic weapons in exchange for powerful strength.

"No!"

In a trance.

There was yellow sand and wind and snow blowing in. Luo Shanhe died. His body was withered, his hair was all dry and white, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, three parts of relief and seven parts of misery.

"You dare!"

He spoke very arrogantly, but he was no match for the old man with the Void Pill and the two Fake Pill monsters. His blood was boiling and he was shouting about some bond that could make him explode and reverse the situation. This could only exist in storybooks.

"It would be great if you were the ones to survive..."

So, the young leader looked at Su Chen with some annoyance, who had just stood by and watched after pointing out Luo Shanhe's mistake, and couldn't help but speak in a hurry.

He was horrified and looked at Su Chen, who was as tiny as a black dot behind him. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

Luo Shanhe roared and used his Taoist magic to try to catch up, but with his shallow realm, how could he catch up with the magic weapon of the Jindan realm?

"No!"

but.

In this regard.

Su Chen raised his eyes.

lively.

"Thirty years."

"Thieves, please leave!"

"How dare you!"

He returned to the past, that night of swords and fire.

"In this world, there are still people who are just and righteous, aren't there?"

But the snow is coming!

But… In the thirty or forty years he had lived in this sea of ​​sand in the Western Regions, when had he ever seen snow fall? Furthermore, what was more, it was such a heavy snowfall…

"Who is speaking?"

"Hurrah!"

moment.

That is, is this young man in black clothes who dares to walk alone in this terrifying sea of ​​sand really a fake pill?

"Don't scare yourself."

A hand pressed on his shoulder, and the voice spoke slowly and softly.

He really didn't expect that the young master of the Lihuo tribe would actually hold a grudge against him. It was no wonder, as the young master of the tribe was so noble. In his eyes, he was probably no different from an ant like Luo Shanhe.

He came to Mosan like a madman. Without any weapon, he scratched with his hands and bit with his teeth. In this last moment of his life, he exhausted all his strength.

"That's right! You said it yourself, the strong prey on the weak, isn't that natural? You didn't intervene before, and you shouldn't intervene now!"

"This is a demon beast!"

"I'm Luo Shanhe! The young master of the Qingyou tribe. Thirty years ago, you, the Lihuo tribe, wiped out our entire clan and stole our oasis. You, little beast, were only thirteen back then, yet you bullied my mother! You even held me captive, forcing me to listen to the noises from outside the tent. You're like a beast, worse than a demon..."

Su Chen stretched out his hand. He wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent without saying a word. He didn't dare to use the Soul Fusion and Recalling Technique. What a painful thirty years it must have been.

"Thank you, senior..."

"The strong prey on the weak. We can't just allow him to eat others and not allow them to fight back."

It's just a lively event.

getting bigger!

Luo Shanhe's misery and thirty years of despair made Su Chen want to do something for him, even though he had long been numb and had blocked his heart.

pity.

"I'm just a piece of trash. It's not worth it to die protecting a piece of trash like me. It's not worth it..."

these years.

"That's right."

"Is this treating me well?"

"Old Chu!"

"I... am here to accompany you..."

He is nearing the end of his life.

But he refused.

In this battlefield, he was in a good mood. He took out a bottle of fine wine and hung it around his waist, taking a sip from time to time, as if the life-and-death battle, grudges and love in front of him were nothing but a lively scene in his eyes.

Mosan was extremely angry.

At this moment, he woke up.

"You said before that in this sea of ​​sand in the Western Regions, the strong prey on the weak, and it's only natural that weak tribes are devoured. If that's the case, isn't it also natural that you were killed by him?"

"Your mother is weak, she deserves to be a plaything!"

Su Chen was still watching from the sidelines.

"You're dying."

"why?"

In front of the tribe, we are nothing but ants.

"Will you be nice to me?"

"no need."

"But I can help you and extend your life by a hundred years."

The wooden boat flew across the sky and earth and had already sailed three hundred miles away. From afar, it was just a small black dot. Two thousand-legged centipedes and the old figure of Luo Shanhe were desperately chasing it from behind, but they could not catch up.

"But you are not worthy enough to see it..."

"This is the rule of this desert! For the sake of the tribe, now, you too must die!"

The young master Lihuo was a little furious when he saw the messy goods and fallen corpses on the ground.

After a long time, there was only a long sigh.

Extending the life of a person who is about to die by a hundred years is a shocking and incredible thing no matter which field it is in. It is a great fortune, but for Su Chen, it is just a small matter.

When he reached the end of his life, he was crying and wailing.

The young leader's eyes were filled with cruelty and murderous intent. He wanted to come over and question the old man, but unfortunately, seeing that his disguise was pierced, the old man sighed and simply gave up pretending and flew into the air.

The wooden boat fell and exploded, and as luck would have it, it landed in front of Luo Shanhe and the two centipedes who had come running. Luo Shanhe's cheeks were covered with tears, but he was smiling.

“Incompetent!”

then.

He is so tired!

I am too tired to bear this pain anymore.

it's here.

"I've already escaped three hundred... miles..."

Extending life by a hundred years, in a hundred years, anything can happen.

Mo Sang's face changed drastically.

He took out various magic weapons from his arms, trying to resist the terrifying snowstorm that appeared in the Western Desert for the first time in thousands of years. Unfortunately, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was extremely powerless.

Anger is useless.

Over the years, he went through a lot of hardships before achieving the Void Pill.

"So you're Luo Shanhe, a remnant of the Qingyou tribe, you bastard! In this desert of the Western Regions, it's the law of the jungle. Your tribe's Nascent Soul died of old age, so you should be annexed by us..."

"Damn it! This isn't the ferocious beast from the sea of ​​sand. I told you it's not moving, it really isn't moving..."

However, the Western Regions are too dangerous, and one must acquire strong strength as soon as possible in order to survive and reproduce from the attacks of the dangerous beasts in the sand sea.

"My name is not Lao Chu."

On the wooden boat, Mo Sang was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face was covered in blood, and he looked as ferocious as a demon. Now that he had survived a disaster, he smiled grimly, looking at the two figures standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, without hiding the malice in his eyes.

"Why!"

Luo Shanhe was crying, tears streaming down his face. He really didn't expect that in the end, all he needed was a flying magic weapon!

"Hahaha!"

at this time.

He hid his state of mind and worked as a groom in the Lihuo Caravan just to find an opportunity for revenge, but unfortunately he never found one.

"I have a magic weapon!"

Mosan kept shouting.

"hehe."

"The caravan has been very kind to you, why are you betraying it..."

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous,"

"Father, mother, sister, brother."

He kept beating the human-skin drum in his arms. In an instant, two stick insect-like centipede monsters moved again, exerting their full strength and overwhelming all directions, devouring the monks in the caravan one by one or grinding them into meat paste.

At this time.

"You, a young master as lonely as a dog, and a poor, fake alchemy cultivator who doesn't even have a decent magic weapon, are you worthy enough to threaten to kill me?!"

"That's what fellow Taoist said."

His life was brilliant, but in just fifty or sixty years, he had experienced so much that his heart became numb.

got windy.

How he wished, how he wished...that he was the one who died that night.

"He...seems to be in a Crimson-level danger zone?"

"Hahaha!"

There are safe trade routes in the sea of ​​sand.

The wind and snow blew the wooden boat back to the starting point.

Luo Shanhe, who was originally nervous and was ready to blow up his two centipedes without hesitation and die with Mo Sang when Su Chen intervened in the battle, was stunned and then laughed.

But apart from this, there are also dangerous areas. There is no doubt that the crimson level is absolutely a forbidden area that he cannot reach. Even few people in their Lihuo tribe dare to set foot there.

But what’s the use of Xudan?

Mo Sang's face changed drastically as he quickly recalled things.

After all this time, it turned out that this lone traveler was not on his side.

"You are just a fake Dan!"

moment.

"A poor, casual cultivator who doesn't even have a decent magical weapon?"

The sand sea...the wind is blowing!

Su Chen pondered.

"When I return to the tribe, I will definitely call upon my troops and generals to crush you all to dust, especially you, a lone cultivator. Why are you so arrogant..."

"who!?"

pity.

"Monster!"

This smile represents thirty years of forbearance, thirty years of hatred and pain.

"Sister! Brother!"

Luo Shanhe smiled when thanking Su Chen. For the first time, his smile was not sad. He rejected Su Chen, rejected this opportunity to live longer that would make everyone in the world jealous.

Mo Sang suffered the most inhumane death. Before his death, he was eaten alive by him in endless pain. He should have avenged his hatred and relieved the anger that had accumulated in his heart for thirty years.

"I am the young master of the Lihuo tribe. You shouldn't help a lonely orphan like him. Let me go, and you... you will gain the friendship of my Lihuo tribe..."

It turns out that God still has eyes. Luck is on his side. God is willing to let him use his life to repay the blood debt to the Lihuo tribe.

"what!"

but.

"No!"

Of course, although this method is powerful, it requires consuming one's lifespan to nourish the magic weapon.

Mo Sang's expression changed.

This isn't some wind blowing!

In fact, it is true.

"asshole!"

The young leader had murderous intent in his eyes, but he was too young. His cultivation level of just perfect foundation building was not enough to suppress the two centipede monsters with the strength of fake pills.

His younger brother fled with him. In order to save his life, he stayed behind to block the pursuers and died in battle.

He was born with natural spiritual roots and was the young master of Qingyou. After thirty years of wandering around, he only achieved a small virtual pill. The blade of revenge he wielded at the end of his life almost prevented him from becoming the young master of Lihuo.

"This fellow Taoist, no, senior."

This distance of three hundred miles and the gap of a magic weapon represent Luo Shanhe's thirty years of forbearance, as well as the hatred and murderous thoughts that tossed him around in his dreams for thirty nights.

The powerful Lihuo tribe migrated and arrived. From then on, the oasis was no longer their oasis, and the Qingyou tribe was no longer there. His father was killed, his mother was humiliated, and his sister gave herself to the enemy in order to save his life.

"The Lihuo tribe is a large and powerful tribe with a profound foundation. As the young master, even if I am at the Foundation Establishment stage, I definitely cannot be without a Jindan magic weapon!"

The old man was laughing, a miserable laugh.

He is the same age as the young master Lihuo, but at this time, he is like a candle in the wind. In his twilight years, the fire of life in his body has long been dissipated in order to warm the human skin drum.

Luo Shanhe, covered in blood, dug open Mo Sang's stomach, dug out his internal organs, bit off his ears, and dug out his eyes to chew on.

Therefore, in the Western Regions, the main focus is on weapon cultivation. Although they take an unconventional approach, they can grow very quickly and possess great power.

Su Chen is narrating.

In the caravan, there were foundation-building cultivators exclaiming in surprise.

Mosan was comforting himself.

This whisper penetrated the three hundred miles of heaven and earth and rang clearly in Mo Sang's ears.

Soon, the entire caravan was in pieces, with few survivors left. He was the only one left struggling to hold on.

Therefore, he was unable to find an opportunity to destroy the Lihuo tribe, so he was willing to sacrifice his life and strike with all his might in exchange for the life of the Lihuo young master. However, he did not expect that someone would intervene and immediately expose his plan.

But as he laughed, tears began to flow.

“The mountains and rivers are powerless!”

"Luo Shanhe!"

To him, a fight at the fake pill level was no different from children playing house. He pondered and was not prepared to intervene.

Powerless, he chased for three hundred feet, then could only watch in despair as the wooden boat flew thirty miles away in an instant, getting farther and farther away.

boom!

Then, Mo Sang opened his eyes wide and saw an extremely incredible scene. White crystals were floating all over the sky, floating, no, coming towards him violently.

Finally, the magic weapon in his hand exploded, and blood flowed from all his seven orifices. He finally managed to drive away the two centipedes. He took out a wooden boat from his arms, which grew rapidly and carried him. Like a stream of light, he flew towards the distance.

"senior!"

For weapon cultivators, the higher the realm, the more they need natural treasures to nourish their weapons. Otherwise, they can only use their lifespan to cultivate their weapons so that the magic weapons can continue to maintain their divine light.

"Um?!"

Su Chen is narrating.

Su Chen was whispering.

"My name is Mo Sang, the young master of the Lihuo tribe. Please help me capture and kill this man. When we return to the tribe, I will ask my ancestor to open the treasure house. Please choose a top-quality magic weapon and sacrifice your life for it..."

"Ugh!"

"This world is too painful. In the next life, the next life... I'd better not come back."