Chapter 110: Years (1/2)

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”it has started!”.

The disciples who came to see the lively inner disciples were uplifted and looked at the top ten of the inner disciples sat down cross-legged on the white jade table.

In an instant, the white jade stone table glowed with fiery light, and strange runes appeared in the void, as if there was a life wriggling, rushing towards the ten figures.

boom!

Xiao Ye was shocked and felt black in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found himself in a vast world.

Huh--

The cold wind roared past, and the air was filled with desolation.

”Is this... an illusion?” Xiao Ye stunned, looking around carefully.

Da da da!

At this moment, an old man with a dry body, with a flaccid blood, they dragged the old body and came over from a distance.

Rumble!

These old men danced with white hair, and an amazing wave of energy surged, sweeping away, forming a powerful coercion, shaking the sky.

”Good!” Xiao Ye's pupils shrank violently, his face shocked.

The energy fluctuations of these old people have the worst level of innate limits. Among them, there is an existence that makes Xiao Ye unpredictable, and the breath he emits has the power of splitting the sky.

These old men are huge in number and can't see their heads at a glance. They silently walked slowly, as if they had lost their faith, and they didn't even know where the end was.

”Give up, it's too difficult to ask about the Xuanwu Realm. It's better to enjoy in time and live in vain in a limited life.” An old man with innate extreme cultivation practices sighed long and left the team. Stepping in the other direction.

There is a splendid hall with magnificent scenery, wine and delicacies filled the shore, countless red and pink ladies are dancing in the light, and the beautiful carcass is looming, full of endless temptations.

The old man stepped onto the throne of the hall step by step, hugged left and right, raised his head and laughed, and fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, more elders who had reached the innate limit left the team.

Someone returned to the place of birth, gathered with all the children and grandchildren, deserted martial arts, enjoyed the old age, and fell back to the roots.

There are also people who are looking for their good old friends, to go back to their youth, and to pursue the beautiful memories of the past.

Xiao Ye's face was pale, and the impact of these scenes on him was so great that he deeply felt the emotions of those old men.

”Although my Nangong Lie ascended to the realm of Xuanwu, but it is hopeless to hit the realm of virtual martial arts. Knowing that nothing can be done, then why should I persevere?”

At this time, an old man who was full of powerful and extreme martial arts stopped and stopped, his eyes were confused, and he no longer advanced.

”Shicheng martial arts real intention, Xuanwu realm is strong!” Xiao Ye was terrified, then Shicheng martial arts real intention imprisoned him, unable to move.

Even if the opponent raises his hand slightly, he can kill him.

The old man in Xuanwu Realm turned and walked into a desolate place. With his own strength, he swept the world and built a powerful country. Sitting on the mountains and rivers, he became a sovereign and worshipped.

give up!

give up!

give up!

More elders left the team and started another way of life.

”Even the strong Xuanwu realm, have given up martial arts?” Xiao Ye's eyes, a look of confusion gradually appeared.

The illusion is as real as the illusion, so Xiao Ye can't tell at this time.

The originally huge team gradually shrunk, leaving only less than 10% of the people, still insisting on walking forward, chasing the end of martial arts.

But the confused color in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger. Every time they take a step, their bodies will ricket, and they will quickly grow old, snowy white hair floating, full of desolation.

Boom!

An old man in the Xuanwu Realm who insisted on striding forward was so old that he stumbled down on the ground, never got up again, turned into a handful of dust, and fluttered between the heavens and the earth, adding even more desolation.

Time is like a sword, and the sword is cut off.

Xiao Ye followed silently behind this team, watching a powerful old man fall down, and his original **** spirit quickly declined.

Rumo's black hair gradually became dry, and his young face was wrinkled with time. His footsteps are getting deeper and slower.

”Where is the end of martial arts? Is there any chance for me?” Xiao Ye looked confused, looking forward.

In front of him at this time, there was only one old man wearing gold armor. He had been silent, and his tenacity of martial arts turned into a vast field. He resisted the pressure of time and was struggling to take steps. .

Finally, the old man stopped, and his turbid eyes looked at the road of martial arts, full of despair.

He couldn't hold on, and time deprived him of his vitality. If he went on, he would have no time to complete what he wanted to accomplish.

”In order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, I have formed countless enemies. My wife and children have been killed, and my father and mother have no good ending. I want to revenge, but I don't have that strength.”

”Then how can I build martial arts!” The old man staggered, his golden armor shattered inch by inch, like his belief in collapse.

The old man's body trembled, and he stepped in another direction.

There are two solitary tombs, covered with wild grass, swaying in the cold wind.