Chapter 407 A glance for nearly a hundred years

Wang Jixuan originally thought that sealing his soul would free him from most of the pain;

But he still underestimated the backlash.

The kind of pain that could almost tear his soul apart made it impossible for him to calm down;

The screams and cries that kept ringing in his ears made the pain even worse.

In comparison, the pain of broken bones and meridians all over the body seemed to be insignificant.

There is no good way now but to bite the bullet and fight hard.

If you can't hold on, your soul will be shattered;

Once you get through it, your will will become stronger.

Wang Jixuan's consciousness quickly entered a state of flickering on and off, but the candlelight that kept pulling his spirit was still the word "becoming an immortal".

The catastrophe has been overcome.

In his second life, he had already endured divine punishment;

It was just that something unexpected happened when I arrived at the Immortal Gate.

In this life, he must break through!

No matter how powerful he is, he is not allowed to become an immortal. Practicing spiritual practice to seek immortality is contrary to nature. He just wants to join the forest of the immortal world and become a carefree immortal!

Wang Jixuan's body suspended in the middle of the hall erupted with a shock wave.

The old man sitting on the futon saw this and sighed softly.

The old man was sighing, lamenting Wang Jixuan's tenacity of will and unyielding spirit. Thousands of words merged into one sentence:

"As expected of me."

The old man stretched out, and the futon under his buttocks extended on its own, turning into a soft cushion. He slowly lay down on it, raised his hand and with a slight tap, the wall next to him opened on its own, revealing several slender figures wearing neon skirts.

Young 'women' come in droves.

Just some puppets in a perfectly anthropomorphic state.

They brought wine and danced gracefully, while the old man who was only in the spiritual state grinned.

Although we can't go to the fairyland, in terms of enjoying happiness, our second life is not far behind.

The hall seemed to have entered a world of ice and fire.

Wang Jixuan was struggling there, with no end in sight to the torment of his body and soul, and he didn't know how long he could last;

The second generation was singing and dancing there, and even thought Wang Jixuan was an eyesore, so he had some screens moved.

The sun rises and the moon sets. Spring passes and autumn comes.

Wang Jixuan endured the first wave of pain for more than half a year.

The bones of his body began to slowly remodel, and it was unknown how long this process took.

In the second life, he had no intention of letting Taoist Wang pass easily.

The old man deployed drones and bronze puppets, opened the warehouse, transported materials, and began to reshape Wang Jixuan's perfect body.

"Wang Jixuan, Wang Jixuan, if you want to become an immortal, you must not only have an unswerving Taoist heart, unswerving faith, and indomitable momentum, but also have perfect preparations."

"As your previous life, what Pindao can do for you is to help you forge a supreme Tao foundation that can be feared by gods and ghosts with twelve lotus platforms and thunderbolts."

"That one finger that wiped out poor people. If you can ascend to the fairy world and enter the realm of immortality in the future, you will definitely go to him to settle matters."

"What's mine, aren't you just me? Unfortunately, this memory of mine is too dissolute, so I'd better not let you know about it as much as possible. Keep it simple, one-on-one with Taoist companions, it's really good."

"At least my waist doesn't hurt."

The old man kept chanting in the main hall, "Add more ingredients", "Add more ingredients".

It’s not that we don’t work hard;

The enemy is really too strong.

Reshape the perfect Tao body, or reshape the perfect Tao body according to the conception of the second life. It is not easy to go further on the basis of the second life.

Fortunately, with the support of the spiritual energy from the Capital on the Clouds, Wang Jixuan had another chance to break through and stand up again, and this matter had a chance to come true.

Even when the old man is having fun every day, he is still coming up with new tricks.

By the second year, Wang Jixuan's spirit had stabilized. Although the pain had not eased, his life was no longer a worry.

Don't worry that he won't be able to survive the disaster ahead of him.

There are no years of practice in the temple.

Outside the Capital on the Clouds, several figures kept wandering around.

Wearing golden armor, Nilda Tammon came once, but was persuaded to leave by a sign held by a bronze puppet outside the gate.

The sign says "Don't disturb while healing".

Emina comes here almost every few months, and occasionally brings Xiao Huating, Wu Man, Red Snake, and Zheng Shiduo.

It's a pity that she can't enter the capital above the clouds either.

Her authority was revoked, and every time she came over, the bronze puppet outside the door would turn over the sign he was holding.

The content written on the sign became "Nothing is wrong, don't worry about it".

A year and a half after Wang Ji Xuan burned the Mahayana Soul, Emina once again arrived at the gate of the Capital on the Clouds, with lingering worry in her eyes.

A bronze puppet holds up a sign.

Emina said: "He Ruli, can I see Wang Zheng? The Blade Beast has opened the Star Gate. On the other side of Mars, I will protect this place for Wang Zheng, but I may not be able to stop them.

Yes, although Wang Zheng gave me a lot of strength..."

Waited for a few minutes.

Emina sighed softly and turned to leave.

The sign held by the bronze puppet fell down, turned around and bowed to say goodbye.

The formation that had been closed opened a gap.

Emina was stunned for a moment, then immediately ducked in and flew towards the center of this empty, vast and dead city.

Then she received a critical hit of 10,000 points.

In the main hall, four screens surrounded Daochang Wang's muscular body.

His muscles are clearly defined without any exaggeration. Although his hair is a bit long, his handsome, fair and beardless face still does not look slovenly.

Emina subconsciously stared at it for a few seconds, then immediately looked away and forced herself to look at the center of the hall.

Well.

Where is He Ruli?

A gray-haired old man sat upright on a futon, with six extremely beautiful women on each side. No, they were not living beings, they should be some kind of virtual puppets.

The old man's body is also incorporeal.

The old man smiled and said, "We meet again."

Just for a moment, a realization came to Emina's heart.

This is He Ruli.

In other words, He Ruli is just his disguise.

"You are?"

"The great pioneer, the prodigal son of the Three Realms," the old man said warmly, "He Ruli is just pretending to be me. There is no such person as He Ruli. I also awakened Xiao Huating. She is indeed the reincarnation of the last leader of Yina civilization.

."

This sentence took Emina several minutes to digest.

"Then...Obsidian..."

"I trained them, but I didn't know they would produce bladed beasts."

The old man shook his head:

"This debt is not Pindao's fault. Pindao just wants to take revenge on Yina's civilization and bring down the spiritual civilization.

"Okay, let's not mention this. You don't have to think of Pindao as Black Storm to avoid confusion. You can continue to call me He Ruli.

"The Blade Beast is coming?"

"Well," Emina said, "They have been reorganizing for several months and are about to launch an offensive. More than forty Pillar Blade Beasts have arrived on Mars. This is just their vanguard force."

The old man smiled nonchalantly: "Garbage is garbage, no matter how much it is aggregated, it is still garbage."

The old man shook his head, raised his hand and swiped lightly, one side of the wall cracked, and a giant sword flew out of it.

The old man flicked his finger at Emina, and the giant sword flew in front of Emina, taking the initiative to reveal wisps of fairy light and wrapping Emina.
To be continued...