Jian Wushuang didn't interrupt his memory. He felt that there was a connection between them.

He gasped for a moment, and then continued, "I was alone, wandering among the regions of heaven, and came to a region of heaven with abundant vitality. There I saw a potential immortal Yan, who opened a Taoist field and preached scriptures and Taoism. I also sat down and listened to the Tao, and soon became immersed in his argument."

"He assured us that as long as he joined his seat, the gifted top cultivation will inevitably ascend to the position of Yan Xian within a Chinese year. Even if it is not the top cultivation, it will produce immortal roots and reach unimaginable heights within a few Chinese years."

"Under that forum, there were more than 100000 top practices with him, and I was one of them."

"I thought this was a road with a bright future, but I never thought that this path of cultivation would leave me doomed."

At this point, jianwushuang and others have been able to guess the general.

He must be the dark robed great Yan Xian Youyun in the mouth of this top monk. He wandered among the heaven, opening up a wide range of Taoist places, attracting waves of top monks and even Yan Xian to follow him.

Then he took him to his nest and sucked the source, so as to strengthen himself.

And the result is naturally like what Jian Wushuang thought. After Youyun brought them back here, he exposed his fangs, bound them and sucked the source, but the process is even more cruel.

"After the old dog brought us here, he no longer hid it. He directly divided us into three, six, nine grades."

"At the lowest level, the base is very large, as many as tens of thousands. The old dog directly slaughtered them, made every friar into a soul Po, and distributed it to the middle-level friars for their absorption."

"After the medium-level monks were forced to suck these soul poisons, their strength has been rapidly improved. However, the top monks of the highest level are waiting for them."

"The old dog did the same, slaughtered those middle-level monks, and made a soul Po to supply the top monks of the highest level."

"And I, because of my strange talent, was classified to the highest level, and I would suck 100000 soul poisons every 10000 years."

"During this period, my realm increased greatly, and I successfully broke through to Yanxian. There are more than 50 people in the same situation as me."

"However, what is waiting for us is a more cruel thing. Only then did I know that even if I became Yan Xian, it was just a chess piece."

His eyes showed a touch of bitterness, and at the same time, the immortal body was drying up quickly and was about to die out.

"After becoming a Yanxian, I thought I had the ability to compete with him, but I didn't expect that there was still no way to return to heaven. He made more than 50 Yanxian into futons and sucked our Xianyuan day and night."

"This situation has lasted for several years. Whoever was drained of the fairy source was made into a dead fairy servant for him to drive. There is no end to it."

"In order not to be made a slave by him, I devoured the rest of the immortal source crazily and lived until the end, and I also escaped from the demon cave when he left."

"I wanted to stay away from this place completely, but I didn't expect that my fairy source had been completely broken, and it was impossible to survive at all. If I hadn't met an adult today, I'm afraid I couldn't say all these words."

When he said this, he was already weak and gradually disappeared.

"This old man is really an animal. He buried so many top repairs for nothing just for himself. It's time to cut him!"

Feng Shan said hatefully, and then looked coldly at Shu Yang.

"You see what I do, I just don't have any intersection with him, just some hearsay," Shu Yang hurriedly explained, "you didn't see that guy even want to attack me."

"Then why are you in the same camp?" Feng Shan asked again.

Shu Yang's face was a little embarrassed, and then he said, "I'm sorry to have nothing to say, but since that Youyun dares to fight me, then I want him to die under my gun!"

Feng Shan sniffed and stopped talking. In his opinion, even Shu Yang's all-out efforts were not comparable to the unparalleled hand of the sword.

Jian Wushuang squatted down slowly, looked at Yan Xian in front of him and said, "I'm so tired for so long, it's time to have a good sleep."

Reluctantly opened his shriveled eyelids, Yan Xian reluctantly smiled, "thank you, sir. It's time to have a good sleep. I haven't had a good sleep since the day I found my Shiniang. Now I can finally sleep..."

"What's the name of your door?" Jian Wushuang asked softly, which was entirely on his whim.

It seemed that he was opening his dusty memory. Finally, he slowly said, "my Lord, it's called Shangqing Pavilion. It's located in Qingzhou in a very distant sky. The scenery is very good. Master and Shiniang are all very good to me, but it's a pity that I won't see their last side after all."

After saying this last sentence, the Yan Xian finally fell, and the immortal body that had been unable to support directly turned into a dead bone and dispersed with the wind.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and the originally calm state of mind seemed to think of the past.

The girl who did things rashly and boldly walked out of Qingzhou in the green region and went to Damian with him and Diqing.

Her name is xiqingchi, and she is the daughter of the patriarch in Shangqing Pavilion.

At present, the dead Yan Xian is also one of the twelve disciples in the Shangqing Pavilion.

Everything seems to be so coincidental, but it seems to be in the dark.

Jian Wushuang sighed, and then saw the jade slips the size of a finger in the withered bones.

He raised his hand and picked up the jade slip. The word "shuhuan" was engraved on it, but it was still fresh after several years.

Perhaps this jade is the identity of the dead Yan Xian. When he was suffering, it must be the Shangqing pavilion where he practiced martial arts and sat when he was young.

With the jade slips in his arms, Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the dilapidated hall located in the deepest part of the Heishan mountains. His eyes were at the extreme.

"Boom!"

The main hall was broken, and the whole mountain couldn't bear the power, but collapsed.

Led by Wushuang Jian, Shu Yang and Feng Shan made every effort to bombard either side of the hall.

"Beast, get out of here and die!"

Feng Shan exploded and drank, and the extremely violent attacks easily smashed any visible object.

Holding the invisible sword, Jian Wushuang walked step by step to the dark hall in front of him.

In front of the dark hall, under the huge and towering black pine tree, there are more than ten broken immortal bodies. When you look at it, everywhere is full of dead silence and desolation.