Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Everything that happened in those hundreds of years, whether in this world or in chaos, whether living or dead, all the past events rushed by like a horse, like time.

There are too many things there, too much life and death, too many fates, and too many things happening in the dark.

Everything flashed too fast, but you can still see many familiar figures in the fleeting light——

It can be seen that Sang Feng fell into the mortal world, his immortal essence was shattered, his past events were forgotten, and he lived alone in a dilapidated house in the West Garden.

There is a very inconspicuous wine shop on that street, with some unrelated paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. One time he passed by there and saw a woman painted in one of the paintings, with a somewhat fierce look on her face, and an obedient tiger lying at her feet.

The painting wasn't very good, but it made him stop and look at it for a long time. The owner of the liquor store who had been there for a long time was puzzled and asked him what he was looking at.

Sang Feng shook his head and said he didn't know either.

He just felt a little confused for no reason when he saw the painting. It was as if he should recognize a woman like that - a woman with a fierce temper who liked to keep spiritual beasts in her home.

And he kind of missed it.

We can also see that after Meng Gu returned to the world, she lived in the north of Mianzhou for a long time. It was very cold there all year round. She had suffered a cold, which caused the root cause of the disease and she was always in poor health.

Her temper was still as bad as when she was in Lige, and she actually raised an injured mountain tiger in the wild forest next to the house.

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Even for an occasional moment, she would feel that the forest was too quiet, and it would be nice to have a talkative and worried person next to her.

Sometimes when I think about it, I will lie by the window and be lost in thought for a while.

However, they lived in the south and north and never met each other in their lives.

There was also a flash of Wuge. She lived in a street near the river in the south of Mengdu, leaning on an arch bridge called Yingxian Bridge. But there are no immortals on the bridge, but beggars and homeless people often cross it.

She helped some and took in some.

Later, the small street was deserted when the evil spirits were raging, and she buried the skins of the dead. Then one night when the moon was shining brightly, after humming an elegy, he jumped into the river.

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And Yun Hai.

He jumped off the ruined Immortal Platform; he was on the verge of death at the mouth of the evil demon in the wilderness; he vaguely heard the sound of the dream bell of the Spirit King in the chaos, remembered everything in an instant, and struggled to absorb the demonic energy unwillingly...

He becomes a demon.

He made a puppet, hid from Hua Xin for decades, and... finally died under Hua Xin's sword in the Great Bei Valley.

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Everything flashed by Tiansu's questioning voice.

That was probably the most thrilling scene in Luanxianxiandu——

Thousands of immortals sacrificed their life moves and attacked Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan who were one step away from the spiritual platform with overwhelming force.

Clothes and robes flutter through the clouds, and magic weapons break through the wind.

They leaned down from a high place, but when the sharpest edge of the magic weapon was about to hit Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, their whole bodies shook violently.

Among them, the one who had the biggest reaction was Yun Hai.

His intertwined prayer flags carried the power of strangulation. They were originally covering the sky and the earth, but he nailed them hard one by one, causing the jade pillars and stone cliffs to fly with rubble!

The entire prayer flags were intertwined into a huge net. As long as he curled his fingers, he could twist the two people on the cliff into the prayer flags.

However, his fingers were shaking violently, as if the influence of Lingtai Tiandao and himself were desperately pulling at each other. So he tried his best but couldn't curl his fingers.

His face was the same as the others, without any expression. But as he trembled and struggled, his eyes turned red.

Maybe it’s because he remembered the “questioning” at the bottom of the Great Compassion that he didn’t want to think about anymore.

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The other immortals also showed signs of struggle, and almost all their moves failed before the final push.

They didn't move forward, but they didn't retreat either.

But the struggle was repeated, but it did not last long. After a while, it slowly calmed down, and it seemed that the influence of Heaven was about to take over again.

However, Xiao Fuxuan added another one at that critical moment.

When the buzz of questioning became fierce again, frightening screams and howls suddenly broke out somewhere in the Immortal Capital.

When the howling started, the entire immortal city began to shake violently. It seems that this cave in the Nine Heavens Cloud has reached the end of its power.

The immortals were startled by the howls and screams, and walked away in confusion.

They were stunned for a while before they realized that the sound came from under the south window. As we all know, under the south window is the most special place in the entire Immortal City, because there is an evil vortex there that exists for unknown reasons.

Before this, the immortals in Xiandu had never thought about what the evil vortex was. All I know is that the evil there is extremely sinister, comparable to the Jingguan Temple with the largest number of deaths or the most evil Demon Cave in the world.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone suddenly realized what it was...

That is the resentment of the dead soul that will never rest.

That is the resentment of Lingtai Heavenly Dao among all the people who have died in the past hundreds of years, either in the dark or under the will of God.

Every immortal disciple in the world has said this before -

People hate the most when they are about to die.

Regardless of whether he is a good person or a bad person, whether he is good or evil, whether he is innocent or guilty, as long as he has the slightest bit of unwillingness when he is about to die, he will always resent the person who killed him.

No one can erase that resentment.

Every time I talked about this, the elders of the disciple hall would add:

Not even gods.

Now, I’m afraid I have to add another sentence——

Not only gods, not even Lingtai Heavenly Dao!

Precisely because the resentment cannot be eliminated even by Lingtai Heavenly Dao, so we can only find a person with extremely evil destiny to calm it down...

So there was Xiao Fuxuan under the south window.

The reason why Xiao Fuxuan stayed firmly on it was never to listen to the Lingtai. He just wanted the palace stones and broken walls of the Immortal Capital to never fall down into the human world under the sky.

The moment Wu Xingxue realized all this, her anger and fear were boiling over.

He had tasted the feeling of resentment, and he knew very well how painful it would be for the resentment of the dead to come back once he couldn't suppress it.

And he didn't know until now that the person he cherished the most and hated to part with the most had been sitting on the strongest and most raging resentment in the world for hundreds of years.

Why are you?! Wu Xingxue looked at the spiritual platform, the knuckles of his fingers turning white while holding the sword.

next moment!

I saw a tall and thin figure rising up with a sword in hand, like a sudden gust of wind, heading straight for the spiritual platform.

Xiao Fuxuan followed closely. His sharp sword energy was fierce and fierce, surrounding the surroundings, forming an unbreakable golden barrier! The sword energy suddenly moved outward, and every edge was directed towards the immortals who were influenced by the Heavenly Dao of Lingtai.

To prevent them from fighting each other again.

But at that moment...

The evil vortex spread out, and the ghosts of the dead emerged from the turbulent whirlpool of resentment. The chaotic lines are all shadows, and the dead souls within them are all the regrets of this world.

So everyone saw Yun Hai, Hua Xin, Sang Feng, Meng Gu, or Ge... the Feng family, and even the Hua family...

After those afterimages dispersed from the evil vortex, some followed Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan straight to the spiritual platform, while others went in another direction——

I saw the afterimage of Yun Hai falling behind Luanxian Yunhai, and the afterimage of Hua Xin falling next to Luanxian Xianshou...

One after another, the figures all fell to his side in the chaotic line, and only the shadows flashed, and the two sides overlapped. Almost two in one.

The scene at that moment reminds people of one word——

All the immortals return to their places.

At the moment when the two became one, the immortals of Xiandu finally struggled to break away from the influence and control of Lingtai Tiandao.

They looked at each other, turned around and rushed to the spiritual platform.