Jiang Xia asked a question.

The monk Wang was reluctant to answer for a long time. After half a minute, he whispered with sadness:

"The little spiritual world where I came from was in a Dharma-Ending Dao Dao, and it was already a hundred years ago and was destroyed. Fortunately, in the moment of danger, the Immortal Alliance extended a helping hand in time, and then I and the last group of cultivators who were surviving.

There are still hundreds of thousands of creatures left, connected to the bitter wood realm.

They saved us, so...ah, thirty spirit whips are just thirty spirit whips, there is nothing to complain about."

"Sad to follow the changes on the Fairy Day."

Seeing Wang Liufu's expression regretful, Jiang Xia also said, "I think it will never be a good experience to experience the destruction of a world myself."

However, this topic also touched the pain in the heart of monk Wang, so he stopped talking, changed his tone and looked at Jiang Xia.

explain:

"Okay, what you should say, what you should talk about, you mortal, you don't know the original practice and have no intersection, but you help me, which will save you more punishment from the original practice.

Judging from your clever appearance and understanding of others, I think you are not a kind person, but you are seeking this practice.

Say it.
Chapter completed!