Seventy years, eighty years, are like this. Finally, when I saw the 100th year of my practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the words were already in chaos and crazy.

‘Failed again! Failed again! Failed again!’

‘Is it because I fought with people when I was young that I lost my foundation?! I knew it before, I knew it before..."

"I wouldn't have saved those people if I had known it!"

‘It should be watched as they die!’

‘The 110th year.’

‘Failed, failed, failed, failed!!’

‘The 117th year.’

‘I just borrowed some human blood to try to refine the Blood Demon Pill, which will not affect their lifespan.’

‘It’s useful, it’s useful…hahahaha, it’s useful, it’s useful!’

‘I felt my foundation return, my vitality, the energy is boiling, boiling!’

‘If you have a chance, if you have a chance, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!’

Qi Wuhuo looked at this page and he already knew who this book belonged to.

He seemed to have taken a breath slightly, then quickly turned over the back and saw those words like knives, recording the young and energetic people falling into the quagmire step by step. First, they took human blood as pills, then they took human life span, and finally

Taking the fate of a person, his personality gradually changed, he gradually became crazy and cautious, and for the sake of his lifespan, Qi Wuhuo finally saw the last page, the last record-

‘One Hundred and Thirty Years Spring.’

‘Zongwei’s grandson has also passed away.’

'Hometown really has no meaning to me. This body is like a floating bun, and like a worm between heaven and earth. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me anymore. My relatives have died, my friends have fallen, and I feel sad.

.'

‘I was drinking, drunk, and when I was walking alone at night, I saw the river passing by, my lips dry, and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat.’

‘The moonlight was very bright tonight, and I lowered my head and was stunned.’

'The moon is reflected in the water, and it seems that it is me, or it seems that it is not me... It is the appearance of a young man, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes glaring at me, it is like I was when I was young, as if I wanted to draw my sword to kill me,

I was stunned, with a strong murderous aura. I sat down on the ground, and for some reason, I was angry.'

'I called out the sword box and shattered the water and shattered it, panting, but I seemed to be able to see me, the young me stood in the mist and looked at me, as if it was far away, and as if it was very close.

'

‘His eyes are so bright, I hate it.’

‘He said [Evil demons and heretics should be killed and killed!]’

‘I went back, and since then, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, always roared in the night.’

‘It’s an unknown sword.’

‘I'm about to die…’

‘I wanted to smash it, but I couldn’t do it. I locked it with countless red ropes and locked it ‘me’.’

‘I want to live forever.’

ps:
Chapter completed!