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Then, letting Qiulong persuade him, Lu Jiang remained indifferent. Not long after, Qiulong roared wildly in the Lujiang sea of ​​spirit. Before facing death, even a top-level powerful man like Qiulong could not keep his heart calm.

He spent a long time and reached the peak of cultivation to some extent. Because of the battle, he was on the verge of death. He survived with the secret technique of the Qiulong clan until now, but unexpectedly, because of Lu Jiang, he entered a desperate situation again. This made Qiulong almost run wild. After roaring for a long time, he sternly said: "You'd better break yourself, otherwise, I swear to smash your spiritual sea to the death and make you completely ruined!!"

Lu Jiang was indifferent. He lay on the stone steps, looking at the sky, his eyes full of memories. Sometimes a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, sometimes regretted, and there was even more pain and longing.

Time passed quietly, and Qiulong was already impatient and on the verge of storm, he exuded his supreme power and wanted to break Lu Jiang's spiritual sea. But just as he was about to attack, a huge demon hand directly grabbed Qiulong's neck, making him unable to move. Qiulong was shocked. He turned his head suddenly and stared at the dark little man sitting cross-legged beside him, his eyes full of disbelief.

As for the demon son sitting cross-legged beside him, he had already felt that Qiulong originally thought that this was Lu Jiang's soul. Although he was surprised, he did not think much about it. After all, Lu Jiang's strength was in front of him, but what he didn't expect was that at this moment, this seemingly strange little man actually gave Qiulong a sense of fear, as if as long as the demon hand moved slightly, he could completely erase himself.

"No second time!" The dark eyes of the human demon son were surging with a surging demonic intention. He said coldly. Then, he withdrew his right hand and closed his eyes again.

Qiulong looked at the demon son blankly. All this made him feel like a dream. His mind was still blank at this moment. With his experience, he could not see through this villain. What made him even more incredible was how could a small spiritual sage in the spiritual realm have such a powerful soul?

No, this guy has not yet entered the realm of Transformation of God, that is to say, he has no soul at all, so how can this villain explain? Why doesn’t he have a spiritual pill? The more Qiulong thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes. I have to say that he just thought Lu Jiang was just a small spiritual scholar in the realm of the Spirit, so he didn’t think much, let alone check it. But at this time, Lu Jiang’s strangeness made Qiulong frightened.

This villain is this son's soul? No, how could there be such a terrifying soul in the world? Moreover, this son is only a realm of body accumulation, how could he cultivate the soul? But if this is not this son's soul, then this means that this son... does not have a spiritual pill?? Qiulong violently swept across Lu Jiang's entire spiritual sea and confirmed that Lu Jiang did not have a spiritual pill, Qiulong suddenly had a thought in his mind, and a shock flashed in his eyes.

"This boy didn't have a spiritual pill...but he integrated the spiritual pill into his body??"

"Wait!! This guy is practicing the Nine-Candle God Refining... How is it possible? How could a low-level spiritual scholar have the supreme magic technique??" Qiulong's heart had already stirred up storms. After he looked at the demon son with fear, his eyes flashed and he didn't say more. For some reason, at this moment, he actually felt that Lu Jiang might be able to walk out of the mountain, although the probability was very small.

Qiulong's sudden silence did not attract Lu Jiang's thoughts, or Lu Jiang did not notice the undercurrents in the spiritual sea at all, immersed in the happy time when he was with his parents in childhood, Lu Jiang could not extricate himself. Many times, people are the same. Only when they are lost will they wake up and know how to cherish them. People are the same, and Lu Jiang is the same.

In the following days, Qiulong seemed to have fallen asleep and never roared in the sea of ​​spirit again. However, his eyes were opened from time to time, which meant that he was almost living like a year at this time. Once Lu Jiang died on this stone step, it was not self-destruction. Then, anything on Lu Jiang would return to chaos in an instant, and his Qiulong was no exception. This is why he urgently wanted Lu Jiang to break himself.

With the demon son here, Qiulong dared not be arrogant, so he could only wait quietly. His life and death were tied to Lu Jiang. Although this feeling made him very displeased, he could do nothing.

Only twenty years before Lu Jiang's death, Lu Jiang woke up from his memories. He was just waiting for death at this time, but his inner wish made him not really discouraged. At this time, he was still thinking about how to leave the mountains. As for the great fortune of climbing the Tianshan Mountain, he had already seen it very lightly. After all, what can be more important than life?

"Since someone can pass, there is a method, but I haven't found that method yet!!" Lu Jiang said in his heart, and then he said, "Senior, I wonder how those sons of gods passed this level? Do they have any words or methods left?"

"No!" Qiulong's words sounded, and the previous contempt was gone.

Lu Jiang sighed slightly. Lu Jiang did not show any restlessness about the desperate situation he was about to face. After all, he had experienced silence, struggle, disheartened and hysterical in despair. In this process, his mood was sublimated.

In the following days, Lu Jiang no longer tried to appreciate the power of the stone steps. He just sat quietly on the stone steps, as if he was recalling and thinking, and as if he was just waiting for death.

Time is like a song. Lu Jiang has experienced too much in the past hundred years, and he is no longer the same as he was before.

When the deadline was only ten years away, Lu Jiang's dragon scales began to fall off, revealing his old body, with gray hair, snow-white beards, dense wrinkles on his face, covered with age spots, and looked like he was in a twilight year, as if he was approaching death infinitely, but his heart was still struggling. In this "old age", Lu Jiang was like an old man, immersed in the past and felt the ups and downs of life.

Not only Lu Jiang, but also the other five directions on the stone steps, the Holy Son of Yin and Yang, Jun Yao, Zhu Tian, ​​Wang Lin and the young man all entered the twilight years. They were suffering from despair and torture, washed away their past vigor and pride, and some were numb and discouraged.

Perhaps, life is just like this, everything is empty and illusion.

When Lu Jiang was only seven years away from the deadline, Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side, had already reached his deadline. He was already so old that his turbid eyes were staring ahead, his shriveled lips raised a relief smile. He slowly closed his eyes, and his body disappeared on the stone steps, becoming a corpse outside the Tianshan Mountains.

Wang Lin, the natural Taoist body that excited Tianyun Sect, passed through his short and glorious life.

He was brilliant and looked down upon all the disciples of Tianyun Sect. He had the resources that countless disciples dream of to cultivate. He did not let down his expectations and became a genius of Tianyun Sect. Originally, he should have a legendary life. One day, he could be famous in the Daoyuantian, the ancient immortaltian, and he could stand at the edge of the ancient immortaltian. He could look down at thousands of creatures. He could write his glory for his whole life, but in the end, he could not stand up to the Tianshan Mountains.

Perhaps, as Qiulong said, there were countless geniuses like Wang Lin who died on the Tianshan Mountains. Perhaps, any corpse outside the Tianshan Mountains had his legendary and heroic past, but what did these count? Without life, everything was just a scene of illusion, that's all.

When the Lujiang period was only three years away, the Holy Son of Yin and Yang, Jun Yao, chose to break himself. They were either unwilling to face the upcoming old age and death. Perhaps, they still retained their pride in the end. Perhaps, they wanted to control their destiny for the last time in the last time. They chose to break himself, and their bodies disappeared on the stone steps.

Feeling that death is getting closer and closer, Lu Jiang raised his head with difficulty. He was so old that he had no more power to control his body. He looked at both sides. Seeing that the Yin-Yang Holy Son had disappeared, there was no fluctuation in Lu Jiang's eyes. He was not happy. Perhaps, at this moment, any hatred was wiped out by despair, and Lu Jiang did not sigh, because the Yin-Yang Holy Son's end was his end.

When Lujiang was only one month away, Zhutian died on the stone steps, and his body became a corpse outside the Tianshan Mountains. All his glory and pride disappeared.

At this time, only Lu Jiang and the young man with unknown origin were still struggling to persist, saying that they were waiting for death. It would be better for them to be unwilling to leave.

When the deadline was only three days away, Lu Jiang raised his head for the last time. He had already felt a wonderful force devouring his vitality. There was no pain in his turbid eyes but tears. At this moment, Lu Jiang had no horror in his heart, and even he felt a sense of liberation. Perhaps, all this was a dream for him, but the end of his life might be the time to wake up from the dream.

"Dad...Mom...I'm sorry, Xiao Jiang... can't get back to you...." Lu Jiang murmured with all his strength. At this moment, Lu Jiang's face was full of red light, and he lost his previous death aura, as if he had rejuvenated.

At this moment, Lu Jiang felt that life was passing by quickly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Are you going to die?" Lu Jiang murmured in his heart.

"Do you know that your parents are waiting for you to go back?" When Lu Jiang's mind dissipated, a strange word suddenly sounded in Lu Jiang's mind, causing Lu Jiang, who was almost losing his mind, to tremble violently, and an urgent desire to survive was like a mountain torrent.

If anyone can see the fire of everyone's life, they will inevitably find that Lu Jiang's fire of life is almost indefinitely extinguished, leaving only a little spark, but this little spark is like eternity in endless death!
Chapter completed!