He is really old.

Even if there is the lifespan of the great monks of the Yuanshen and the various spiritual medicines provided by many disciples of Maoshan, the age of 899 can be regarded as a kind of longevity among the great monks of the Yuanshen.

The soul will live for thousands of years!

Just like a mortal's life span of 150 years, this is just an imaginary number representing the limit. There are really too few and too few people who can live to a thousand years.

In the journey of cultivation, there are always some deadly struggles that have to be faced.

No matter what you win or lose, it will always bring some burden to your body, soul, and true spirit.

After years of accumulation, the life span of dozens or hundreds of years is also a normal situation for the Yuanshen monks.

Just like this Maoshan older generation who can no longer use soul-level magic to block his old age, even his teeth have begun to be replaced by illusions.

His only life span is only three years left...

so.

When Lu Dongxuan, when the celestial immortal who had always been worshipped as his ancestor came to earth and expressed his own plans, the old cultivator, who had no hope of going ahead, was the first to agree to Lu Dongxuan's plan.

Now, facing the doubts of the righteous monks, this old cultivator came forward to answer.

Faced with the doubts of many fellow practitioners, Lao Xiushen coughed a few times and put down the black coffin behind him with some difficulty.

Shiver and stretched out a hand.

Gently knock on the coffin.

The coffin is open.

Inside... is empty.

Empty?

etc!

Shouldn’t there be many flying yakshas inside?

Even with his position as Lao Maoshan, even in the black coffin behind him, there would be a "immortal corpse" that is more ferocious than Feitian Yasha, everyone would not be surprised!

But.

How could it be empty?

How could it be!

Many great monks were stunned, and a few of them were spinning fast, and their faces turned pale at this time.

Obviously, they already understood the meaning of this old monk in Maoshan.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, everyone."

When he opened the black coffin, the old man from Maoshan seemed to have put down a lot of burdens. He saw him nodding at everyone with apologetic eyes, and then explained with his old voice with his withered energy:

"The world is about to come to an end. Master Chunyang is here to leave more excellent seeds for us and the Chinese lineage.

And I wait... I... the old guy who has long been withered and his ambitions are even less has to give up his position to the young people..."

Speaking of this, the old Maoshan sculptor couldn't help but a blush appeared on his face. The next second, he saw a large mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Uncle Master!"

"Master!!!"

"Are you okay..."

Seeing the old Taoist priest vomiting blood, several equally old Maoshan Yuanshen monks rushed forward, wanting to help adjust one or two.

They were blocked by the old slim son.

He could block his disciples and grandsons with his arms, and the old Taoist priest of Maoshan wiped the blood he spewed with his withered hands like chicken feet.

Well, it's already red and black blood.

Seeing this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the old Taoist priest who was stained with rotten blood:

"Yes, I'm old and have lived for nearly a thousand years, but I can't escape this little cage.

I have a bad life and my luck is not good.

It didn't catch up with the good times.

If I was born five hundred years earlier or could get into the Earth Immortal Fruit, if I was born five hundred years later, I still have the opportunity to try transcendence in this life.

pity....

It’s a pity that I was born at the wrong time.

But since the fate is like this...

Since this is the case, why do we still hold our own life tightly?

In this difficult time, we are the right way, and we should set an example and give up this body of our tribe for our tribe members?

Besides, Master Chunyang really didn’t give me some chance..."

Finally, the old Taoist priest suddenly had his eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at the peach tree that was still flashing green at the main peak. The red light on his face actually turned three points:

"Did you wait to see it?

under.

The tree below is a peach tree!

That is the way of life left by Master Chunyang for me... No! That is the great opportunity given to me by the ancestors!

As long as I wait to hang up, the body of the immortal, the body of the god, the body of the innate body, hahaha, innate hope in this life!"

After saying this last sentence, this old Taoist priest from Maoshan seemed like a madman.

Amid the sad eyes of several Maoshan elders behind him, the old Taoist priest laughed and walked step by step towards the still glowing peach tree in the distance.

Step by step.

Every step is full of yearning for the path of immortality.

Even...

Even the black coffin that he had been with him for more than 800 years and had never given up, was abandoned by him at this time...

In the end, this old man gave up everything in his family.

Burning the remaining essence, blood and fate of oneself, at the end of his life, with his strongest soul state, he plunged into the still glowing peach tree.

"Master..."

"We are unfilial sons (disciple grandsons) who respectfully send the master and ancestor to the immortal."

"Please wait for a while on the road, and we will go with you now!"

Words full of sadness were spit out from the remaining disciples of Maoshan.

Amid the unfair feelings of other righteous monks, several Maoshan monks turned around, opened their mouths at their mouths, and let out a nearly silent roar.

"Damn!"

"run!!!"

"It's the Big Curse of Beidou Shou Tushou! It's the Big Curse of Beidou Shou Tushou!!!"

"You Maoshan are crazy! You don't want to say that you don't live anymore! You even have to put us on the back!!!"

Almost as the moment everyone in Maoshan opened their mouths, many of the righteous monks in the field had already turned into light and burst into pieces and flew away from here!

Burn essence and blood.

Use banned posting.

Inspire the contraindication.

Even moving from a distance...

As long as it is something that can help them get out of this world, no matter how much the price they pay, they will not care about it at this time!

The Southern Dipper is the Lord of Life, and the Northern Dipper is the Lord of Life!

The "Beidou Shou Dao's Great Curse" in the Maoshan lineage can be said to be the pinnacle of the curse of the Beidou eradication of life spells in this world!

The Great Curse of Beidou Slaughtering the Shou!

This is more of a curse than a spell!

No matter what immortals are.

As long as the practitioner is in the art of life, a certain degree of life will be eliminated.

The amount of life span is eliminated depends on the cultivator's cultivation, courage, and his remaining life span.

That's right.

This spell is a taboo technique to use the true spirit as the guide, witnessing the Beidou stars surrounding Ziweiheng in the sky, and using their own life span as the guide to communicate with the Beidou stars and eliminate the target life span!

One thousand will be damaged by oneself, and eight hundred will be damaged by the enemy!

In other words, if you want to cast the "Beidou Shou Daoshi" and apply the great mantra, you must subtract the same proportion, or even a higher level of lifespan as the introduction.

Use the power of the Big Dipper Stars to use your life span to transform your sword to cut off the same life span of your target!

The power of this technique depends on how long the person who casts the technique is willing to sacrifice his own life.
Chapter completed!