Chapter 110: Years
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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.
The old man sat staggered in front of the tomb, gently stroking two tombstones, tears rolling down his eyes, full of guilt.
The last time of his life was spent in front of the grave, and finally turned into dead bones.
All this, in front of Xiao Ye, made his emotions fluctuate violently.
"I'm the only one left now?" Xiao Ye looked up at the road in front of him, and stopped, a desperate emotion spreading all over his body, leaving a trace of cracks in his martial arts heart.
"Everyone gives up, why should I insist?"
He seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and it was difficult to climb out again.
boom!
At this moment, the tower-shaped mark on his chest suddenly showed a faint light, and a sense of coolness poured into Xiao Ye's mind to wake him up.
"Tower of Time!"
Xiao Ye looked down at the tower-shaped mark on her chest and froze.
"I still have a tower of time!" Xiao Ye's despair and confusion quickly disappeared.
"I am a know-how, I was originally hopeless to pursue martial arts, but now I can stand at the pinnacle of the inner door, why should I give up!" Xiao Ye's eyes looked round and looked straight ahead.
The Tower of Time, and the third, fourth, and fifth floors that he has never set foot on. Why did he give up?
"Other people can't do it, and Xiao Ye will definitely be able to do it! I will definitely reach the pinnacle of martial arts and shoulder to shoulder with the four emperors of the human race!" Xiao Ye's expression strode firmly.
The road of martial arts, I do not know where the end is, the years are like a sword, cut on Xiao Ye's body, making him more and more old, but he is moving forward step by step, full of firmness.
"My goal is to become an emperor and sweep across the adversaries of all heavens!" Xiao Ye shouted, showing his unyielding, the roar shook the void, as if crossing the long river of time, and confronting God.
At this time, the power of time was strengthened, making him an old man with white hair and slender body, but the firmness in Xiao Ye's eyes became stronger.
The harder he is, the more unwilling he is!
Even if time wants to stop me, then I will step on time.
At this moment, Xiao Ye's martial arts were pure and dust-free, and became more powerful, even resisting the power of time, and no longer aging.
...
Outside the illusion.
Boom!
In less than a few breaths when ten young people sat down, a figure was ejected, sitting disgraced on the ground.
"It's Zhang Huwei!" exclaimed the bustling inner disciple.
Zhang Huwei sat on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion, he was still immersed in the environment just now, and he was hard to extricate himself.
"Wake up!" said the elder elder, his voice full of strange power, straight into Zhang Huwei's heart, and awakened it.
"Great elder." Zhang Huwei guiltily climbed up quickly.
After going through this level, he knew very well that the sooner he was ejected, the weaker his martial arts heart was. If you can't even insist on your own martial arts, how can you pursue martial arts in peace talks?
The elder naturally knew what Zhang Huwei thought, he said lightly: "The three of us choose disciples, not necessarily choose martial arts strong heart, you are in the next two levels, if you have excellent performance, you have the same chance."
Despite hearing this sentence, Zhang Huwei was still very unwilling.
He ranked third in the inner door, and it was the first one to be popped out, which is really shameful.
Boom!
Boom!
In the next moment, two more figures were shot off the white jade platform at the same time. Like Zhang Huwei, they were confused, and then awakened by the elders.
In less than a day, only two of the ten young people were left. It was Xiao Ye and Leng Feng.
"Sister Three, it seems that this Xiao Ye is not as bad as you said." The elders looked at the two figures on the white jade platform, and their eyes were full of admiration.
"Well, it's only one day. He will fall into a phantom before Cold Front tomorrow, and then be ejected." The three elders said coldly.
"I really admire this little guy. Our Zongmen, who can stick to the white jade stone platform for more than one day, there are only a few people. As long as he does not perform poorly in the next two levels, I will accept him as a personal disciple. As for Leng Feng, I won’t **** it with my brother.” The elder, the fat figure, rarely smiled.
The three elders frowned, and did not speak again.
Soon, five days passed, but the two figures on the white jade table still sat cross-legged.
"Zao Qian, the proud son of our ancestors, can stay on the white jade platform for eight days. Are these two little guys comparable to Zhao Gan?" The elder of the big elder looked forward.
The Chongyang Gate hasn't appeared for a long time, and Budo has such a strong disciple.
When the time had passed seven and a half days, the white jade platform suddenly changed, and the figure trembled and was ejected.
"Who would it be?" Many inner disciples quickly opened their eyes and looked.
During this time, they have known that the longer they can persist on the white jade platform, the stronger the martial arts heart is.
Xiao Ye and Leng Feng, the two top geniuses in the inner door, who will persist longer?
(The first chapter arrives, the second chapter is at night.)
