It was as if someone asked him if he had eaten.

Yang Zhenning sighed.

There wasn't much sadness on his face.

The sons and daughters of the Jianghu died in the Jianghu.

After living for more than a hundred years, I have taken everything for granted.

"Uncle Li can die so vigorously, he must be happy in his heart."

Yang Zhenning had envy in her eyes.

"Don't think too hard about it"

Qin Yuandao.

Yang Zhening smiled and shook his head.

Sacrificing the individual self to fulfill the greater self has never been the style of the Yang family.

After Yang Zhenning left.

Qin Yuan took out the ultimate Taoist weapon, the little boy, and started studying it.

The principle is similar to that of the previous life, but its power is greater.

Qin Yuan tried to invade his spiritual thoughts, but was immediately counterattacked.

He quickly withdrew.

I don’t know if this thing can kill me if it explodes.

Wealth should not be revealed in vain.

Qin Yuan looked at it for a while and then put it away.

Then he set his sights in the direction of Kunlun Sea.

As the saying goes, if you can't beat it, join it.

Should you try to join the three tribes yourself?

After thinking for a while, Qin Yuan gave up again.

What should I do if I don’t know the enemy’s situation and I rush over there to deliver food?

It is better to stay in Shenjing and remain unchanged, to cope with all changes.

Anyway, you have plenty of time.

If the three tribes were to bloodbath the Origin Star, they would probably retreat to other stars.

I will take revenge on the people of Origin Star in the future.

At this moment, Yang Zhenning, who had just left, came back.

"What's up?"

Qin Yuan said doubtfully.

"News came from Xizhou that Taiping Dao was disbanded. Tsk tsk. It was said that they almost took over the world back then, and the forces that resisted the ceremony of Yongye Lingshan also fell in the years."

Yang Zhenning couldn't help but sigh.

Although he has not experienced that time, he can still feel the power of Taiping Dao from the books.

Qin Yuan was stunned for a while and then returned to normal.

A lot of such things happened in the past, and there will be more in the future, and they will eventually become a speck of dust in his memory.

"Taipingdao, my Taipingdao"

Cries came from outside the courtyard wall.

Only then did Qin Yuan remember that there was a branch of Taiping Road in Shenjing.

There were about fifteen or six people.

They are all old guys with poor cultivation.

"I wonder if our Qintian Prison will come to an end one day?"

Yang Zhenning said with concern.

"Nothing will ever come to an end"

Qin Yuan said.

except me.

Qin Yuan added in his heart.

In a flash, another hundred years have passed.

Qin Yuan's mana reached 3,500 years.

Qin Yuan doesn't feel that he is great at all. Compared with potential enemies, he is just a mortal protagonist.

A lot has happened in the past hundred years.

Li Jiaxuan passed away sixty years ago.

The throne fell into the hands of Zhao Longji, the grandson of Zhao Huangchao's grandson.

The Gu clan emerged again, and they fought fiercely with the Yongzhou Heavenly Snake clan that had risen in recent years, causing considerable damage to both sides.

The remnants of Yong Ye Ling Mountain had disputes with Shu Mountain, which was expanding to the west. Several important strongholds were taken away and they were forced to wander around.

The real dragon constantly tested the human race and caused many tragedies.

A large number of monks in the Haixi countries have experienced a decrease in their lifespan, which is obviously caused by Qilin who eats their lifespan.

The three tribes of True Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin began to faintly compete for hegemony.

On September 11th, it is advisable to listen to music on the railing.

Qin Yuan flipped through the wall calendar he had written and nodded.

After a while, I arrived at Feng Yue An, a relatively famous romantic place in Beijing.

The powdery smell and the fragrant wind blow your face.

Qin Yuan felt as if he had returned home.

Booked a room with the nunnery owner.

Qin Yuan drank a little wine and hugged a beautiful female cultivator whose name he didn't know, and listened to a little tune. He felt very comfortable. After a while.

"Pity the blood of millions of heroes, in exchange for the old world today"

There are people out there who are drunk and crazy.

Qin Yuan shook his head.

The door was opened violently.

Qin Yuan's eyes turned.

The person who came here looked confused, greasy, short, fat, and a little happy.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Qin Yuan searches for memories.

Found it quickly.

This person is a descendant of Wei Ting, the immortal cultivator mentioned before, named Wei Xiang.

Hey, there is actually a Gu worm in his body.

Wei Xiang threw a spiritual stone in front of Qin Yuan. Without even looking at Qin Yuan, he raised his chin and said coaxingly: "I'm interested in this place."

What kind of accent is this.

It feels like there is something stuck in your mouth.

Qin Yuan's mind moved.

Wei Xiang was strangled by invisible hands.

Soon, he rolled his eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Yuan let go of him.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xiang became arrogant again: "You know the truth, otherwise, when King Gu returns, you will die without a burial place.

When your neck gets stuck, you roll your eyes, and when you let go, you brag.

Qin Yuan complained in his heart.

At this moment, a group of monks who looked like wolves and tigers rushed in.

He asked anxiously: "Where is the Gu insect?"
To be continued...