"Your Highness, I am your companion. I should help you taste the poison first."

Without hesitation, Zhuan Yang snatched the meat skewers from Peng Yu's hand.

Mmm, it smells good. My skills are pretty good.

Then the second bunch, delicious, delicious...

Just when he was about to eat the third skewer, Peng Yu's fist arrived.

Zhuan Yang quickly got out of the way: "Don't worry, didn't I leave three skewers for you? I'll bake them for you in the worst case."

Yuan Yiling sat aside, watching the boys making a fuss, with a smile on his lips.

…

In the dead of night, Peng Yu was mentally exhausted from activating the Qiankun Ring for a day, so he lay down in a sleeping bag in the corner and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhuan Yang was guarding the bonfire when Yuan Yiling came over.

"General, please rest, I will guard this night."

"It's okay. I have to repair my internal organs anyway, so I can't sleep." The young man patted his side and said, "You know? When I repaired my internal organs, I felt numb and numb, and I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to."

"How about taking some medicine? I remember that Your Highness has analgesic powder."

"No need, it will be over soon."

The two of them were guarding the bonfire, and from time to time Yuan Yiling broke off a piece of dry wood and threw it in.

A cold wind blew outside the cave, and flying frost and snow rushed into the cave.

sneeze--

Zhuan Yang sneezed and felt a little cold, so he took out a blanket and covered himself with it.

Glancing at the snowy scene outside, he had nothing to say: "Marshal Shentu's Xuan Gang is causing the celestial phenomena. I don't know how long this snow will last."

"Snow is better than Ao Shuai's sea of ​​fire." Yuan Yiling smiled: "Anyway, the citizens of Longyin County have moved away in advance. Let the big guys fight and see who can be left in the end."

Suddenly, the white flying snow was dyed blood red, and the plain silver earth turned into red makeup for ten miles.

Yuan Yiling looked complicated: "Martial Saint has fallen."

"Is it Chai Sheng?"

"Maybe?" Yuan Yiling looked at the boy. The boy didn't dare or didn't want to sense it, so he sat there quietly and looked at the dark night.

"Do you think Master Chai's approach is very underhanded?"

"I don't know." Zhuan Yang smiled bitterly: "I really didn't expect that his old man turned out to be this kind of person."

"Yes, no one could have imagined that even after his death, His Majesty the God Emperor would deal with his aftermath, cover up this scandal, and let him be buried as a saint."

A saint whose image collapsed was a heavy blow to Dakun Martial Arts.

"General, will we be like this one day? When we grow old, will we do these shameless things just to survive in this world?"

Zhuan Yang thought of Chai Jun and the skeletons in the Millennium Tomb. At the last moment before his death, General Wuma was unwilling, resentful, and even afraid of death, right?

"Maybe, maybe not. But every one of us will die." Looking at the bonfire, Yuan Yiling said softly: "Death is the end of life, and it is a part that we must experience. Master Chai, you, me, and

Empress, even the God-Emperor. Since ancient times, no one can truly be eternal."

"We are all mortal. But death can be as light as a feather, or as heavy as a mountain."

"Master Chai...his death is too ridiculous."

"A lifetime of fame was ruined here. His persistence and achievements in this lifetime were easily overthrown by himself in his later years." Thinking of this, Yuan Yiling felt very uncomfortable.

Peng Yu is a time traveler and has no understanding of Chai Jun's significance in Dakun. In his eyes, he is nothing more than an old and crazy weirdo.

But for Zhuan Yang, Yuan Yiling and Chai Jun, they became obsessed and went crazy, which had a huge impact on them.

Especially Zhuan Yang, a twelve-year-old child, seeing the ugliness of a moral elder with his own eyes will have a significant impact on his future life.

Therefore, Yuan Yiling came here specifically to explain it.

"Once, I followed Master Chai to destroy a den that manufactured elixirs. He told me that the most important thing in life is to stick to the bottom line."

"The bottom line is that you cannot give in. If you take a step back, you will go backwards step by step. In the end, there is no way to retreat."

"Death is the biggest nightmare for us warriors. Even if we are as strong as the Spiritual Emperor, we will still do all kinds of absurd things in our later years because of the dream of immortality. What we have to do is to stick to ourselves and maintain our moral bottom line as much as possible."

"Zhuanyang, if you are forced to do something in the future, you might as well think about Master Chai's fate."

"The elixir of death is a taboo that must not be touched."

…

The sky is clear and the king of Luo Tian is sitting on the white clouds.

His jade crown collapsed and his divine robe was shattered, revealing his bloody chest.

Chai Shengren's situation was even more miserable. His body was cut into three thousand pieces by the Yuanshi Avenue. The pupils covering the sky were ignited by flames.

In the end, the saint of the Temple of War who had been proud for seven hundred years came to the end of his life.

"Yuanshi Dao... Your Yuanshi Dao has flaws. There are one hundred and twenty-eight errors in the thirty-three-day Milo mudra." Chai Jun's head floated in the air and said hoarsely: "I am defeated, not by your Taoism.

It's about losing to time. If I were fifty years younger, you would definitely die."

King Luo Tian resumed his breathing and did not refute.

That's right, the reason why he won in the end was not because of the magical power of Yuanshi Dao, but because Chai Jun's energy and blood couldn't keep up.

This is the greatest tragedy of martial arts. When the peak period passes, the Qi, blood and essence of the martial saint will gradually wither. At the last moment of old age, the internal strength is not even as good as that of a master of magical powers.

King Luo Tian took advantage of this opportunity to force Chai Jun to run out of life and cut his body into 3,000 pieces at the last moment.

"Sage, let me ask you a question."

"You personally destroyed the formula of the elixir back then. Now, where did you get the method? Did you..."

Did you hold back from the beginning?

"If I had had this idea at the beginning, I would not have pushed hard for elixirs to be banned."

King Luo Tian nodded, he thought so too. Although Chai Jun is crazy now, he was indeed a moral gentleman when he was young.

"So, where did your prescription come from?"

"Do you know Yokoyama General Tomb?"

Before King Luo Tian could respond, Chai Jun said to himself: "That is the tomb of General Wuma of the former dynasty. He was loyal to the Ling Emperor and researched the elixir for the Ling Emperor. In his tomb, there is the formula of the elixir. I go

I passed there and gave it a new name, Millennium Tomb."

The head showed an evil smile.

"Because I want to live to a thousand years."

"You immortals must not understand, right? Even if the longevity avenue is cut off in ancient times, you can still live for thousands of years. And we... these martial arts saints who were destined to live for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years in ancient times,

Only a pitiful few hundred years are left."

"Why! Why does heaven and earth exclude us so much?"

The head roared towards the sky, causing bursts of thunder.

"After seeing the remains of old General Wuma and the obsession he left behind, I suddenly realized at that moment, why should we live for others?"

"Since God can't give you immortality, you have to fight for it yourself!"

At that moment, Chai Shengren died.

The one who came out of the Millennium Tomb was just an evil demon with the evil intention of immortality.

What was buried in the Millennium Tomb was not only the spirit of the former wizard, but also the kindness of a saint.

Finally, the head shouted in a certain direction: "Shentu, did you see it? I am your future now!"

Chai Jun smiled maliciously: "In the near future, you will also embark on this road because of Shouyuan. The Spirit Emperor created a taboo for us. Even though the General Wang spent his life trying to remedy it, he could not stop us from going forward.

Open this taboo."

"It's me today, it's you tomorrow, and it might be someone else in the future."

"Longevity, this is the obsession of all of us."

"As long as the path to immortality continues, there will always be people studying taboos."

Seeing Chai Jun's madness, Shentu Kangshou smashed the puppet in his hand and vented his anger on the Martial Saint puppet.

…

Above the nine heavens, the Ghost Emperor sat on the head of the red dragon, holding a wine glass and tasting it slowly.

What was in his wine glass was Chai Jun's escaped demonic nature.

The desire for immortality and the pursuit of life made the Ghost Emperor feel the same way.

Yes, who doesn’t want to live?

That bastard didn't know what to do, so he not only cut off his own path to immortality, but also cut off the paths of everyone else.
To be continued...