Jiang Changsheng withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward. He wanted to see what the dead end of the immortal path was like?

On the way back, he saw a monk sitting on a broken rosette. He saw a sword fairy holding a broken magic sword in both hands. He saw a demon saint, covered in blood, staring at the sky.

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Someone answered him, but his answer was similar to that of the previous white-robed Taoist, who advised him to return.

The souls of these beings are dissipating and have lost their fighting power.

What kind of battle has made so many strong men so lonely?

Jiang Changsheng could feel that these strong men were not weaker than ordinary Daluo, and even Daluo would perish, and a layer of gloom fell over his heart.

He is not worried about his current self, he is worried about the immortal way.

Half an hour later.

A temple appears in the wind and sand in front of you. When you get closer, you can see that the temple is in ruins, with broken earth walls and blood stains all over it. The old trees in the courtyard have been hacked to black, and are still burning with white flames that never go out.

When Jiang Changsheng came to the front of the courtyard, he saw the temple door open, and inside there was a white-haired figure meditating in front of a stone statue.

"Why did you stop, and why did you come?"

A hoarse voice came from the temple, his tone full of endless exhaustion.

Jiang Changsheng said: "I dare to ask my friend, what kind of dead end of the immortal road is ahead?"

"All things are extinct, and the great Luo is like dust. Even if you are an immortal saint, you will never return."

The hoarse voice came out again, and Jiang Changsheng's brows furrowed even more.

So scary?
Chapter completed!