Chapter 22 It's not easy to live a short life, and people will be crazy at the end

The dark clouds on the valley had already shifted, and Wang Yangli took the red snake that shrank again and smiled happily.

Under the slow pressure of the giant wheel, it crashed down in the position of the dark cloud.

Countless vines are broken, and the giant wheel oppresses the atmosphere, rolling wind, as awe-inspiring as a knife.

Two or three people couldn't avoid it and were thrown into the ground by the giant wheel, turning into a pile of meat sauce on the spot.

The strong wind swept and cut back and forth in the valley. Countless runes floated out of the huge wheel, accompanied by the strong wind oppressed by the huge wheel, arbitrarily breaking the method of protecting everyone and hurting the human body.

With a sneer, the yellow light around the beautiful girl's body was finally torn by the runes, and then the soft and delicate woman's delicate body was bruised all over the strong wind.

Maybe King Zhouling deliberately suppressed the power of the giant ship, which was enough to flatten the valley, but only let the valley scrape off two feet of land and peel off a layer of rock wall.

In this process, the vines that have grown for hundreds of years are naturally uprooted, and the wreckage is flying out of the valley with the strong wind.

The valley is very empty.

The giant wheel slowly dissipated, revealing two pools of sauce blood in the pit, which made them vomit.

King Zhouling's hand was restrained and dark gold, with countless mysterious runes engraved, but it was dim and full of cracks, which made King Zhouling regret it and thought that this thing could only be used about once.

"King Zhouling, Bai Laoweng, what are you doing?" Zhao Ling shouted angrily.

King Zhou Ling sneered and said no words.

The old man smiled, took back the dust, swept away, wiped the blood-stained beautiful girl, and then took back the dust back in his hand. Looking at his appearance, he is so light, as if he is just helping others, not deliberately killing people.

The dust that took the girl's life was still spotless and as white as new. The white man used it to dust off his body and said calmly, "It's just a deal with Elder Wang. What's the big deal?"

Zhao Ling seemed to be unbelievable. He pointed to the top of the valley tremblingly and said, "Is that him? The disciples of Yunxuanmen traded with a foreign barbarian and killed the same family?

"Yes, how glorious is the disciples of Yunxuanmen, one of the nine avenues in Zhongzhou?" The old man Bai stroked his beard and said with a smile, "He was born in Yunxuanmen. He has extraordinary knowledge and has been instructed by his elders. Compared with ordinary practice, he is really noble. Generally, the practice method is inferior and shallow. Whether it is fighting or practicing, there are always many untouchable places. Without the guidance of the elders, it still leaves defects. At the same time, in the realm of Yuqi, I can beat ordinary Sanxiu, and I can even escape under the hands of Sanxiu Yunang Zhenren.

The old man Bai paused slightly, spread out his hands, and asked with a smile, "But why should I trade with a foreigner in southern Xinjiang?"

Somehow, looking at this still kind smile, Zhao Ling, who had always been unruly, suddenly felt a chill and did not answer for a moment.

King Zhou Ling showed a sneer and patted his clothes.

The old man laughed and was so happy, but he just smiled and seemed to become a little ferocious.

"In the eyes of scattered people, I came from a noble background and my means are extraordinary."

"In the eyes of secular mortals, my Taoist bone fairy style, crane hair and childlike face, are living immortals in the world."

On the face of the white old man's bone fairy style, his expression became so permeable. He asked with a ferocious smile, "but what am I in the huge Yunxuanmen?"

Zhao Ling was stunned.

Bai Laowen asked again, "You Zhao Ling think you have extraordinary talent, but now you are also good, but compared with people like Bai Yue, what are you?"

Zhao Ling's face is pale.

The white man's tone softened and sighed, "You are still young, and naturally you can't experience my pain. Do you know how old I am this year?"

"Ninety-eight." Zhao Ling's voice became hoarse, and even he himself was shocked.

"Yes, ninety-eight." The old man Bai said sadly and laughed at himself, "Although he has lived for a hundred years, ordinary people only have decades. Only by paying attention to the way of health preservation, or secretly in combination with the way of health care on weekdays, can they live for a hundred years. And stepping into the threshold of qi refining, the muscles and bones are stretched, and the blood and qi are smooth, which can exceed the age of a hundred years. Although I am already the cultivation of qi, Shouyuan is similar to the practitioner of nourishing qi.

Old Bai asked, "How many years do you think I can live?"

Zhao Ling is speechless.

"How many more years can I live?" The old man Bai's face was full of bitterness and said, "If I am valued by the sect, there is still a chance to prolong my life, but my practice for a lifetime is only in the realm of imperial spirit. Even if I die outside, I may not be able to care about it."

Zhao Ling was stunned for a long time and finally sighed, "Why don't you practice hard?"

"Perctivation?" Bai Laoman laughed and said, "I have stopped in the realm of Yuqi for decades in my life, and I am out of reach. Do you still think that I can break through Yunang in the rest of my life?"

Zhao Ling looked around and saw that King Zhou Ling's face was indifferent and had already guarding the exit of the valley. Zhao Ling smiled bitterly and asked, "King Zhou Ling, you are not 50 years old and half 100 years old. Haven't you broken through Yunkang's confidence?"

"I have some confidence to break through Yungan in my lifetime." King Zhouling smiled slightly, but he was not as upset as the white old man. Maybe he was not young and not yet approached the depletion of longevity, so his heart was still calm.

Zhao Ling asked, "Then why are you?"

"The realm of Yungang increases longevity at 30." King Zhou Ling said, "Yunang can live 130 years, but what can he do after that? I know that I have no chance with the realm of Xianxuan Zhenjun in this life. Even if there is a great opportunity to become a mysterious king and valued by the sect, he is still the number one person in the world today, but how much is Shouyuan?

"Xian Zhenjun, 150 yuan." The white old man replied.

"Now you understand?" King Zhou Ling asked.

"I see." Zhao Ling nodded and said, "South Xinjiang's maggotism can let the worms suck their own brain marrow, and at the same time let the soul live among the worms. If there is help from the Taoist master, it can restore spiritual knowledge. Are you asking for the secret method of refining your own life?

"Not bad."

"Even if there is no help among the herds, it is just a muddle-headed worm, which is no different from death. Is it possible that there are really Taoist people who are willing to help you restore your spiritual consciousness? Zhao Ling asked.

King Zhouling said, "Shouyuan is exhausted. Anyway, once he dies, there is still a glimmer of hope living among the insects. Of course, my longevity is sufficient, and I can survive for about decades, but it's the old man Bai. He can't wait.

The white man laughed, threw away the dust, scattered his temples, and the white silk flew away. He smiled grimly and shouted harshly, "I can't wait."

"I can't wait for such a long time."

A faint voice came from Wang Yangli from high air.

Everyone looked awe-in.