"He has been sitting in the Shenwu Pavilion and has not moved for ten days and nights."

Ye Bo said softly.

"What the hell is he doing?"

Wu Nanxi couldn't help but frown.

"In the past, my ancestor would sit there like a dead tree."

Wu Haichao's eyes were deep.

"Chief, what should we do next?"

Ye Bo couldn't help but ask.

"Let him."

Wu Haichao chuckled lightly: "Whether he is related to the ancestor or not, it will not be a disadvantage to my Shenwu lineage anyway."

...Wu Changsheng was adopted by the Blood Trigram Ancestor since he was a child, and he practiced divine martial arts with the Blood Trigram Ancestor since he was a child.

However, his qualifications are indeed not very good. Although he perseveres and works hard, he can't even get started.

Wu Changsheng was also confused about this, but the Blood Gua Patriarch often warned him that it was just a matter of accumulation, and there would always be a time to soar into the sky in the future! Wu Changsheng believed it, and he didn't know whether it was because of his honesty or because he believed in the Blood Gua Patriarch.

In short, Wu Changsheng has been persevering.

However, with the death of the blood hexagram ancestor, Wu Changsheng was somewhat shaken.

It's not that I'm afraid that I'll be inactive all my life, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to revive my power.

This is what the ancestor of the Blood Trigram has wanted for his whole life, and Wu Changsheng really wants to realize this wish for him.

It is precisely for this reason that Wu Changsheng hopes that more martial monks will practice divine martial arts.

It is difficult for him to revive Shenwu by himself, so he should call more.

Wu Changsheng's thoughts are very simple, but so far no martial monk has been fooled by him.

In front of Shenwu Pavilion.

Wu Changsheng sighed, and after such a long time, Su Xuan took the initiative to come to the door.

But this brother...he can't control it at all! "Is it really hopeless?"

Wu Changsheng was a little discouraged.

But just at this moment.

With Su Xuan as the center, a circle of ripples spread out.

Wu Changsheng was agitated and subconsciously stood up.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt that something had penetrated the Immortal Halberd Peak.

He looked blankly at Su Xuan and found that Su Xuan seemed to have undergone some change that he couldn't describe.

"What's going on..." Wu Changsheng muttered, not understanding, but in the following time he became more and more attracted to Su Xuan.

Time passes quietly.

The strange feelings that day filled Wu Changsheng's mind from time to time.

This feeling was very strange, and Wu Changsheng always felt that Immortal Ji Peak was alive.

And the weirdest thing is that Su Xuan seems to have integrated into the Immortal Ji Peak. The ancestor of the Blood Trigram has never given him this feeling.

That is to say, Wu Changsheng had lived in Immortal Ji Peak since he was a child, and he felt this change keenly.

In the eyes of other martial monks, Su Xuan is just getting older and older.

In just ten years, Su Xuan went from a young man to a middle-aged man, and his black hair turned a little gray.

During their ten years, Su Xuan seemed to have spent thousands of years, and there was an aura of vicissitudes of life all over his body.

Ye Bo and others were quite surprised, and they all came to Xianji Peak to ask Su Xuan.

It's a pity that Su Xuan is like a decayed old tree, silent.

Wu Changsheng watched silently.

He thought of the few years before the death of the ancestor of the Blood Trigram, it seemed that there had been such a change, but it was only short-lived.

Ten years after ten years! Gradually.

Although Ye Bo and others are still paying attention to Su Xuan, they have not come to Immortal Ji Peak.

Su Xuan is getting older and older, and his originally straight body has become a little rickety.

Wu Changsheng didn't know what to do, he just held an umbrella for Su Xuan when the heavy rain hit, and added a thick layer of clothes for Su Xuan when the mountain was blocked by snow.

With a kind and simple heart, he seemed to be able to do only so much for Su Xuan.

"You are becoming more and more like an ordinary fairy. You won't die of old age like this."

Wu Changsheng said softly, squeezing Su Xuan's shoulders.

Although Su Xuan's physical body was warm, he was no longer breathing, as if he had entered a state of living death.

Wu Changsheng couldn't bear it, so whenever he had time, he would come and squeeze Su Xuan's muscles for fear of stiffness... "I hope you can wake up."

Wu Changsheng thought.

But this thought took two hundred years.

This day.

After Wu Changsheng finished practicing, he came to the Shenwu Pavilion as usual.

A hundred years are like one day.

It has become Wu Changsheng's habit to come to Shenwu Pavilion! It is late autumn again, and yellow leaves have begun to fly all over the sky again, falling on Su Xuan's shoulders.

Wu Changsheng gently swept it off and added a thick piece of clothing for Su Xuan.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad, because he realized that Su Xuan's vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that he would die at any time.

From this day on, Wu Changsheng would never leave again.

He thought that if Su Xuan really wanted to leave, then at least he would stay with him and accompany him through the last period of time.

At least, he didn't want Su Xuan to leave alone.

"Since you went to Immortal Ji Peak, we haven't exchanged a few words.

But after spending two hundred years together, even a dog has feelings."

Wu Changsheng patted Su Xuan on the shoulder and laughed.

Moreover, in Wu Changsheng's view, he was accompanying Su Xuan, but why wasn't Su Xuan accompanying him?

At least after the Blood Trigram Patriarch left, he was not alone guarding the Immortal Halberd Peak.

But this companionship lasted another hundred years.

Su Xuan seemed to be holding on for a breath but couldn't swallow it... Wu Changsheng was not impatient and just stayed with Su Xuan all the time.

This day.

Ye Bo arrives.

Looking at Su Xuan who looked old and out of shape, Ye Bo sighed softly in his heart.

They didn't know why Su Xuan acted like this, but they all agreed that Su Xuan was hopeless.

Su Xuan's cultivation seemed to have gone awry, and his vitality, avenue, strength, cultivation, etc. had all reached their lowest point.

In such a situation, even the Immortal Emperor could not be saved.

They think this should be related to Immortal Ji Peak, and the Blood Trigram ancestor seems to have died in this way.

Uncle Ye felt somewhat regretful.

but.

He is not here for Su Xuan today.

"Long victory."

Ye Bo waved to Wu Changsheng.

Wu Changsheng paused, then ran over and asked, "Uncle Ye, what's going on?"

Ye Bo glanced at him.

Three hundred years later, Wu Changsheng has become middle-aged.

In terms of the growth cycle of martial monks, Wu Changsheng is still a teenager.

The reason for this is that practice has been stagnant for too long.

Wu Changsheng...has been cultivating the divine martial arts, but has made no progress, which has led to the premature decline of his vitality and body.

"Chang Sheng, if you continue like this, you may not live long."
To be continued...