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Ren Wudao is going to revenge.

Although he couldn't help but blame himself for all the results of the incident, he would never forget which evil cultivators broke into the Jinghong Sect, nor would he forget who broke the sect that had taken him in for nearly ten years.

Except for the rebellious elder, among the thousands of disciples of the Jinghong Sect, he was the only one who survived.

From that day on, he was destined to bear a burden he had never had before.

But before that, he already had a heavy fate.

The master died, and no one stopped him, so he was finally able to break into a fortune teller's house one night, trying to figure out what was on him.

The fortune teller is a level lower than Ren Wudao, and he is also timid, shrinking to the corner of the room from the very beginning.

"Heaven... Tianyuan Fourteen Kills," he said tremblingly while flipping through the almanac, "We saw this abnormal astrology back then, but we didn't expect that someone would actually be born at that time."

Ren Wudao sat at the table in the middle of the room, frowning: "So what?"

"You will achieve great things," said the fortune teller, "but it is also fatal... Only, as long as the people close to you will not die well."

Ren Wudao left the Xiangshi's mansion alone.

After that day, he was always alone.

But it doesn't matter, all the relatives, friends and teachers before have all died.

What Ren Wudao has to do is to reject all new strangers.

This is easy to do, his cultivation base is still low, and he needs to do a lot of things in order to get revenge, and needs to improve his strength in many realms.

He lived in the most remote valley, and he was so busy every day that he had no time to talk to strangers.

When encountering something that a person cannot accomplish, he just communicates with others indifferently, avoiding any unnecessary contact.

Only occasionally, during the gap between cultivation, he would occasionally think of his past life.

The senior brother is only three years older than him, but he always likes to put on an old-fashioned appearance, pretending to be profound and instructing him on his practice.

The junior fellow student is smart but likes to dig into dead ends, and always asks some weird questions.

The junior sister from the same school who he only met a few times always wanted to give him various things, and he didn't like any of them very much, and he never accepted them.

But he is not stupid, he knows that his junior sister has always admired him just because of his appearance and indifference, and always follows behind to watch him secretly.

Ren Wudao knelt in front of his master's tomb, sometimes he actually wondered if he didn't show up, or didn't listen to his master's words, but left earlier, would everyone still be alive.

He misses his time with them.

Later, he succeeded in avenging his master, but was involved in all kinds of chaos.

During those hundred years, he more or less came into contact with some people, and some people died because of him.

When everything is over, 500 years have passed.

Ren Wudao has few rivals in the world.

At this time he was still alone.

No friends, no home, no worries, even the realm has reached the peak of the world, no need to practice hard.

But people always have to find something for themselves to do.

He started to travel around.

During those 100 years, Ren Wudao traveled almost everywhere in the world.

He met everyone by chance, passed everyone by, and strangers respected and feared him, but he never responded indifferently.

Sometimes he would dream, or suddenly feel that he shouldn't be like this.

Someone had been by his side.

A good-looking young man will pull him out of the nightmare quagmire, travel with him, and share all the joys and pains of the world with him.

He had even hugged him not so long ago, and maybe kissed him someday.

But now he can't find Yi Lianzhen, someone roughly pulled Yi Lianzhen away from him.

Did Yi Lian really ever exist?

That day, Ren Wudao met a lost little girl on the road.

In the cold night, she cried miserably. He passed by and came back, but finally couldn't bear it, and took her to find her parents.

He didn't say a word to the little girl, but the three or four-year-old kid laughed at everyone, took his hand and called him "brother" in a childish voice.

When she was hugged by her mother, she also yelled to kiss Ren Wudao as a thank you.

The woman was a little afraid of him and didn't dare to come over with the baby in her arms.

Ren Wudao didn't stay any longer, and disappeared into the night silently.

The next day the little girl fell seriously ill because of the cold, and doctors far and near were helpless.

Ren Wudao had long thought that something would happen to her, so he didn't leave too far away. After hearing the news, he secretly prepared the elixir and delivered it to the door of the family in silence.

The little girl was cured, she was very smart, she would tell her mother: "I know, it must be the big brother who saved me last time, he is amazing!"

The girl's parents naturally didn't believe her words, and went to the temple to respectfully offer incense, thanking the gods and Buddhas for their kindness.

But Ren Wudao still dare not leave.

Sure enough, a few days later, the girl's father accidentally knocked over the charcoal stove at home, sparks scorched the mattress, and it was about to burn vigorously.

Then it came to an abrupt end when it encountered Ren Wudao's sea of ​​alienation.

"Big brother saved us again, I like him so much!" said the girl.

Her parents continued to burn incense at the family shrine.

In the next few months, Ren Wudao stayed in this small town.

He is already one of the most powerful monks, there is almost nothing he cannot do in the world.

He stubbornly wanted to save the girl's life.

Sickness, poisoning, accidents, falling into the lake, the girl is not safe and healthy at all, but she has grown up a little bit, and it is her fourth birthday.

It rained heavily that night, and there appeared in the sky terrifying purple clouds that would not appear even when monks crossed the catastrophe, and the thunder light that was brighter than daytime shrouded the girl's home in it.

Ren Wudao exhausted all his strength, but he still couldn't block its full power, missing a trace.

The girl's parents survived, and the girl was too young to be hastily buried at the base of the wall behind the house.

The people nearby said that it was the gods and Buddhas in the sky fighting among themselves. They are supreme and in charge of everyone's destiny.

Everything in this world is decided by the gods.

Why?

Ren Wudao does not accept.

Why can he only have such a fate?

Although he has almost forgotten how he felt when he was with relatives and friends when he was young, he can still see the hustle and bustle of the world, and the warmth and friendship in the world.

He also wants to have a lover, to have friends, to be cared for, and to give each other a little warm flame when it is cold.

So he stepped into the realm of the gods and killed all the gods and Buddhas.

But nothing changed.

He seems to be living in a cage with predetermined rules, and something more terrifying than gods has predetermined everyone's fate.

No matter how much you struggle and resist, you can't change the established trajectory.

Except for Yi Lianzhen, no one can save him.

But Yi Lian had long since disappeared, and in the long river of time, he could no longer find a piece of driftwood that he could climb on.

Ren Wudao was finally disheartened.

He stayed alone in the shattered void of God's Domain, closed himself, and chose to sleep.

The endless sleep can only lead to death in the end.

Ren Wudao could feel that he was gradually weakening, but there was only silence in the void, and he didn't want to wake up.

His emotions have already been entrusted to Yi Lianzhen, and he never wants to live alone.

That's fine.

Maybe Yi Lian would be disappointed after knowing that he was like this, after all, he once wished so much that he could have other friends, that he would no longer be lonely.

But Ren Wudao couldn't do it anymore, he walked alone for 800 years, and only met Yi Lianzhen in just three months.

Three months was enough for him to fall in love with someone, but it was only enough for him to fall in love with this person.

It's a pity that when there is no real Yi Lian, he still has to face such a fate.

In the endless void, Ren Wudao's breathing slowed down, and his vitality gradually disappeared.

He was awakened by something.

There was a loud explosion-like sound in my ears, as if a stone was smashed on the wall, and something was smashed into pieces, and it fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Ren Wudao suddenly opened his eyes.

The backlash of the inner demon made him vomit a mouthful of blood all at once, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

His mana was exhausted, his vision was blurry, and he was afraid that he would really die here.

Fortunately, there was a sound that woke him up from that half-truth and half-empty nightmare.

His eyes were wide open, and there were countless figures of different sizes in front of him, but he couldn't see any of them clearly, and didn't understand what happened.

Is it Yi Lian?

Ren Wudao coughed and vomited blood again, finally able to see clearly.

He was still in the original hall, and countless stone monsters surrounded him in a corner, wanting to come over one after another.

Each of these stone monsters is extremely tall and can easily tear him into pieces.

A person in front of him tried his best to block all the stone monsters.

His movements were not very proficient, as if he had never practiced martial arts; he also had many wounds on his body, and his arm was cut bloody by the sharp stone sword of the stone monster.

But he never took a step back, just kept silently standing in front of Ren Wudao, using his body as a shield, receiving every attack, and then using his fists and feet as knives, crushing the frontmost stone monster into lifeless of stones.

It's Xu Baisha.

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