"Why is this happening? It's been almost a hundred years. I've been practicing hard day and night, but I still can't kill these cancerous tumors. What's the use of practicing until now?"

Zhao Wuji looked up to the sky and screamed, filled with grief and anger. The sticky stuff on his body covered all the temperament of the genius, and he felt an indescribable feeling of sadness.

"Escaped again. Every time we are fully prepared, but this devil always escapes. Oh my god, my heart feels so uncomfortable."

"In order to make the Demon King pay the price, I wasted my life. Now I am a hundred years old, but I have never had a partner. Now, this vicious thing has infected my body, which is as pure as a snow lotus. What will happen to me in the future?

What should I do?"

"I'm not alive anymore."

"No one will dare to approach me from now on."

Puff!

In an instant, countless geniuses raised their heads and vomited blood, their hearts trembled, and their foundations of cultivation continued to collapse, as if they were about to self-destruct at any moment, falling into reincarnation and never turning over.

After cultivating to this level, every genius has a heart as strong as a rock and is indestructible. But now, because of Wang Xiaoming's trap, these geniuses' energy and blood are boiling, and their realm is unstable.

For such a strong person, this situation is absolutely impossible to happen.

Although every genius is like God's help, he has been through many dangers in his life, and he can survive even near death. He has long since honed his mind to the point of being invincible.

But being framed like this by Wang Xiaoming, leading to this situation, is actually caused by the hatred accumulated over the past decades, or even centuries.

It is so sad for the talented people to resent someone so much in their hearts, but instead of killing them for decades, they have suffered setbacks every time.

Especially this time, this ultimate Yoneda Communist Party destroyed the last line of defense in their hearts.

"The devil incarnate, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you."

"What's the use of this cultivation? If you can't kill Wang Xiaoming, how can you lose face?"

"Now this time, I am afraid that I will become a joke to the entire Xuanhuang world. I would rather die than be laughed at."

"When the body dies and the Tao disappears, there will be no regrets or regrets."

"Brothers, I'm going to take the first step. I've had enough of every failure in the past thirty years."

"Junior brother, you go first, we will follow closely."

….

Lin Fan was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene. Is it necessary to be like this? Isn't it just that he has failed several times, so it is necessary to be so heartbroken.

If they all commit suicide, all these efforts will be in vain.

"Hey, it seems it's because of myself. Wang Xiaoming has something to do with me. With such good luck, even if these geniuses are the children of destiny, they can't stop Wang Xiaoming."

Originally, in Lin Fan's opinion, with so many talented sons united together, even if Wang Xiaoming had his own luck bonus, he would be beaten to pieces. However, he never expected that in addition to escaping, he could also attack these talented sons every time.

Causes scars on the heart.

Moreover, this scar is extraordinary and can directly kill someone.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt that it was time for him to come out. If he didn't come out, these talented sons might really be ruined.

These talented sons were so distraught that they raised their swords at any time, ready to strike at themselves, when a voice came.

"cough!"

This sound resounded through the world like a bell, shaking the hearts of many talented sons. The gray clouds in their hearts suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light broke through the endless abyss and illuminated their hearts.

"You are all the geniuses of the Holy Sect, and your minds are the best among all. Now it is just a small setback. How can you have the intention to die?"

Lin Fan slowly walked out of the void, with a bright light behind him, and a vast aura covering the world, making everyone want to worship him.

"Who are you?"

Many geniuses raised their heads and looked at Lin Fan suspiciously. They didn't know who this person was.

Just when Lin Fan was about to make up an identity at random, suddenly, among the geniuses, someone knelt on the ground.

"This is Master Lin."

Lin Fan was shocked, but he did not expect that a disciple would recognize him, but when he thought of the statue of the Holy Sect, Lin Fan felt relieved.

The statue of the Heavenly Sacrifice Spirit is exactly the same as myself. As long as I look at it a few times, I can basically remember it, let alone these geniuses have been looking at it for decades.

The other Tianjiao disciples were shocked one by one.

"What? Hasn't Master Lin already ascended to the upper realm? Why is he in the Xuanhuang Realm?"

"You can't be wrong, this is Master Lin."

"This temperament, this appearance, this aura, it is absolutely unmistakable."

Wow!

Then, a vast sound sounded, and all the geniuses knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

"Join Master Lin."

They were very familiar with Lin Fan. After entering the Holy Sect, no matter what happened, they could hear the stories told by the older generation.

In the past, the entire Holy Sect's disciples thrived under Lin Fan's training. Among the nine peaks, Danding Peak was trained to death by Lin Fan.

Some of these Tianjiao disciples needed some elixirs for their cultivation, so they naturally went to the Alchemy Cauldron Peak to find elixirs, so they heard a lot about them.

However, they knew that Master Lin broke through the barrier a hundred years ago and ascended to the ancient holy world.

So sit tight, the number one person in the Xuanhuang world.

"Everyone, get up."

Now that he had been exposed, Lin Fan's appearance naturally changed, and he exuded the demeanor of an elder.

"Why do you think you are doing this? Isn't it just a small setback? If you have to live and die like this, how can you pursue a higher and eternal path in the future?"

Lin Fan said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

It’s something that no one can face.”

"With this stinky smell, who else will dare to approach us in the future? What hope do we have of fighting against that demon king?"

….

Seeing how these talented disciples were struggling, Lin Fan felt sad.

I blame myself for setting the difficulty too high.

For these talented sons, this Wang Xiaoming is an abyss difficulty.

Although they have been chased all the time, in the process of chasing and killing, without any effort, these geniuses were almost wiped out. It is really sad.

"Please also ask Master to take action to suppress this demon king and restore peace to the Xuanhuang Realm."

At this moment, many Tianjiao disciples were begging. For them, Wang Xiaoming was really beyond his capabilities, and they were almost driven crazy by him.

If Master Lin takes action, it will be extremely simple.

"I already know about this demon king, and suppressing him is only a matter of hands. But even so, I cannot take action because he is an obstacle to your martial arts. You can only achieve enlightenment by killing him with your own hands.

From now on, the road to eternity will soar into the sky, unstoppable."

Lin Fan said.

"But we have been fighting with him for a hundred years, and we haven't gained any advantage at all. How can we be sure about the future?"

Everyone felt uncomfortable, and gradually felt helpless towards Wang Xiaoming.

Lin Fan looked at these talented sons and felt extremely pained in his balls. For a moment, his balls were shattered. If this continues, how will he play in the future?

The purpose of cultivating the Xuanhuang Realm by myself is to cultivate top experts. Only then can we have greater confidence in confronting the providence of the Ancient Saint Realm.
Chapter completed!