The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Everything is silent, the night is like water, the sky is falling, and the stars are dotted.

Li Chuyi was half lying on the white wolf, looking at the night.

After so long, he has already discovered that himself, the female ghost, and the infinite calamity have formed a strange balance. Under normal circumstances, they will not affect other things.

"Hey, Cui Xishan, Suixin, Xingluo, Gu Xizhou!" He sighed and thought of these four people again.

Their talents astounded him, and their ending made him sigh.

"Brother Xishan is so blessed that he ascends to immortality, but what is the place behind that door in the heart? Is it a real existence? Or is it some kind of conceptual place!"

"And Sui Xin, you unlucky monk, you have so many ideas, but you still realize that opaque form is emptiness? You are willing to shed all your flesh and blood for a white-bone spirit and transform into white bones reaching the sky. However, the old monk said that you may be in nirvana. Hey, I wish you success!"

"Xingluo!" When Li Chuyi read this name, he felt unspeakable again. He thought that his talent and talent were unparalleled in the world, but fate was playing a big joke on him, making him suffer all his life.

But he, from beginning to end, was unhurried, neither noisy nor noisy. He stayed in that small room day after day, year after year, and studied the way in his heart by the moonlight every night.

Thinking of the female ghost behind him, Li Chuyi murmured again, "Is there really no chance for Xingluo to turn into a ghost?"

"The destiny was so brilliant that he died when he shouldn't have died, and his resentment was so strong that he broke the rules of heaven and earth!" Li Chuyi had no answer in his heart.

When he finally thought of Gu Xizhou, he felt even more lonely.

Did Gu Xizhou exist? From beginning to end, he was just a dream. It could even be said that he never existed, but the memory he left behind was real!

Slowly, with the early summer evening breeze blowing, Li Chuyi gradually closed his eyelids.

In a world filled with darkness and bones.

Countless figures were walking slowly, all with their heads lowered, their faces looking tired, their eyes dull, and their expressions dull, as if they couldn't see hope.

And these people are clearly those from the Eastern cultivation world.

After so many years, although there is spiritual energy here, such an atmosphere will eventually cast a shadow on people's hearts, their Taoist heart will be blocked, and their cultivation will stagnate.

Many monks even reached the end of their longevity because of this, but others did not let their companions be buried in a foreign land, but were all cremated and taken away. What if they could really go out one day?

Although there is no hope, what if there is a chance?

The monks are like this, not to mention the mortals. However, with the monks' control, their number has not decreased. It's just that after so many years, a whole generation has been replaced quietly.

The new generation lives most of the time in the small space of the beast bag. Whenever the team of monks stops to repair, they will be let out for air.

However, the world outside does not seem to be much better than inside the beast bag. Apart from the larger space for people to move around, it is also depressing.

As for the new generation, they have no concept of blue sky, white clouds, green land, etc., except what they have heard from the older generation. They cannot imagine it through imagination alone.

So now, whenever they are cultivating, there are often monks who use magic to transform the appearance of the previous Eastern cultivation world for them, and they often look at it in a mesmerizing way.

This is true for mortals, and the same is true for those monks.

The team gradually stopped. They had been advancing for several years and it was time to slow down.

Among the Xingdao Sect's group, everyone was present at this moment.

The sword old man, the iron old man, the mute girl, the blind girl, three hands, the ugly man, and the fool.

The hunchback girl was wearing a veil. However, just standing there, the dark world seemed to be filled with many colors.

In addition, she leads the ugly donkey.

The ugly donkey is now getting taller and more mysterious. Its body is a strange beast born from the mountains and seas. It is covered in smoky gray clouds and mist, as if it is soaked in ink, and its feet are walking on electricity, which is shocking.

At first, everyone didn't want the ugly donkey to be exposed, but there was nothing they could do. After all, it was impossible to keep it in the spirit feeding ring.

Fortunately, when other monks saw this strange beast, although they were greedy, they did not take any action. After all, their future was uncertain now. As for what they were thinking when they went out, it was unknown.

Little Bones Ling'er rides on the back of an ugly donkey, followed by eleven catfish monsters. They still have big heads and small eyes, and they look very naive, and there are still various gongs, drums and suonas hanging on their chests.

But at this time, they were already preparing to sing a funeral song.

Lie Yangzi and Jian Wuchen are also here.

They were all gathered around a man, a mortal man, but this man was old and dying.

And this person is naturally the Prince of Wushuang.

He was able to live for so many more years because of the life-extending pill that Li Chuyi gave him and his father each.

At this time, he was lying on a recliner, his breath so weak that it seemed like it would disappear at any time. He tried to open his eyelids and looked around, his mouth slightly open.

"Thank you... thank you all the immortals. Wang... Wang is just a mortal. Before I leave, I would like you to give me a ride. I am honored, honored, cough... cough..."

"Brother Wang, what are you talking about? You are a good friend of Brother Li, and naturally you are also a good friend of mine. What kind of immortal is not an immortal?" Lie Yangzi couldn't help but speak out.

"Well, I know, but this brother, can you stop holding Brother Li's spiritual tablet all the time? He is blessed with great fortune and will not die so easily!"

"Uh, okay!" A hint of embarrassment appeared on Lieyangzi's face, and he hurriedly hid the wooden sign with the characters "Xingdao Zong Li Chuyi's Spiritual Position" behind his back.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. What's the use of hiding it now?

Influenced by Lie Yangzi, countless young monks also followed suit and got a Li Chuyi spirit tablet to carry with them.

After all, Li Chuyi was the one who picked out the lucky cards at the beginning. With this kind of luck, hey, it would be a good idea to have a magic card on his body!

The appearance of everyone made Lie Yangzi feel uncomfortable, so he quickly interrupted and asked Wang Bingdao.

"Brother Daring, you are on your deathbed, but what are your unfulfilled wishes?"

"Heart...wish!" Wang Dadan stared blankly, and the light in his eyes began to fade!

"My wish is that my father died too early, decades before me, and since I entered this place, I no longer have the status of Minister of Rites, and I can't find an excuse for him to study hard. .”

"So my wish is that I want to be his son in the next life. It's best to find him many book boys. As a father, he can't let his son lose face..."

Wang boldly said, and a smile suddenly appeared on his extremely old face.

"Also, I really like the name Wushuang Young Master given to me by Brother Li. If possible, I hope that in my next life, I will really have Wushuang's literary talents, instead of just going around trying to impress him like I did in this life. Already..."

As his aura became weaker and weaker, the unparalleled Prince Wang Guang died!