"Judging from the appearance of Senior Uncle Changkong Wuhen, he must have taken the light-fixing crystal. If he takes a photo of Junior Brother Wang Yu... it will take a hundred years..."

"It took hundreds of years of hard work to reap the rewards of a moment. Let's not talk about the burden on the soul during these hundreds of years. Just talk about the ratio of effort to harvest...how many people can bear it?"

All the disciples couldn't help but shudder when they thought about it.

This is so scary!

As long as I think about it, I have worked hard and practiced for hundreds of years, and now I have achieved something that I can’t even breathe for a while!

Moreover, this kind of thing doesn't just happen once, but happens again and again...

That kind of terror, that kind of terror...

"Wouldn't it cause Taoist heart to collapse?" A disciple shuddered and showed sympathy.

He couldn't accept that kind of terrifying future just thinking about it, let alone facing it in person.

"This time... Junior Brother Wang Yu may be really in trouble!"

Everyone looked at each other and sighed in unison, feeling inexplicably as if the rabbit had died and the fox was sad.

After all, Changkong Wuhen’s popularity is really bad!

They really wanted Junior Brother Wang Yu to win, but unfortunately... this time, this level... was too difficult!

…

"Where? Where?"

Among the stars in the Dao Realm, Changkong Wuhen has entered, without practicing, and is flying rapidly to find Wang Yu's whereabouts.

He held a transparent crystal in his hand, and time condensed and turned into smoke, flowing inside it.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are exactly a hundred smokes of time inside.

One path takes one year, so this spar is a hundred-year light-fixing spar, which can be used for a hundred years in an instant or for a hundred years in an instant.

"Senior nephew Wang Yu...I'll see how you live this time!"

Changkong Wuhen smiled ferociously, imagining Wang Yu's despair after being covered by his century-old light-fixing crystal.

Just thinking about it makes me feel so excited that I can't help but feel excited!

"This time, your Taoist heart will definitely collapse. No matter what kind of genius or genius you are..."

"Isn't it true that the mortal realm is enlightened?"

"My nephew is pressing down on my uncle to hit him, right?"

"You dare to say cause and effect, right? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Karma, do you think I'm afraid of being with me?"

Changkong Wuhen yelled crazily in his heart, his facial features condensed together, ferocious and tangled, and his face looked ferocious: "It's actually you who should be afraid!"

"No matter how strong or evil you are, you should fall this time!"

"There is an upper limit to the endurance of time by the soul. A hundred years in a flash, let me see how many hundred years you can endure!"

In fact, the pressure of time on the soul is not that great, but if there is no feedback or reward...then the pressure will increase exponentially!

A person can endure endless years of loneliness and suffering, as long as there is corresponding gain.

However, if there is no harvest, feedback, let alone endless years, even if it is only a hundred years, ten years, or even one year...

How many can hold on?

Changkong Wuhen doesn't think Wang Yu can hold on... at least, with the century-old light crystal in hand, how long can he hold on?

Thousands of years? Tens of thousands of years? One yuanhui? One hundred yuanhui is enough?

Even if he could hold on to one hundred yuan, what would it mean to him?

Using the hundred-year light-fixing crystal, he can make hundreds of One Hundred Yuan Hui, or a thousand, or ten thousand... It's not a problem.

Changkong Wuhen felt that no one could bear the loneliness and pressure for such a long time.

"Senior nephew Wang Yu, your era...is over!" Changkong Wuhen yelled in his heart, his eyes red.

It was at this time that all kinds of fantasies emerged in his mind, causing the corners of his mouth to split and spread to both sides.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind, which was what his master said when he came out.

[It’s just that this son’s future is uncertain and he is not controlled by destiny. Even if you take my light-fixing crystal, you may not be able to win him. ]

"What can't be done about him?" Changkong Wuhen smiled ferociously, not caring at all.

A hundred-year-old light-fixing crystal can control time, and the silence above the soul...can't do anything to a fourth-generation disciple?

How is that possible? He scoffed!

"Ha, found it!" After flying for a long time, under the strong emotional impulse, Changkong Wuhen felt a familiar atmosphere, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over.

In the void, Wang Yu was practicing, his body surrounded by the endless mysterious river of avenue, hiding his figure.

Nearby, Jiuling and Xiang Long also slowly calmed down and began their own cultivation.

"Huh? Changkong Wuhen? He's here too?" Suddenly, Jiuling was the first to feel Changkong Wuhen's aura. He turned around and looked a little confused, but he soon realized.

As one of the two great uncles who had enmity with Wang Yu, he understood Changkong Wuhen's feelings very well and felt that he could relate to them.

After all, in a sense, the two are in the same camp.

"Uncle Changkong Wuhen?" Soon, Xiang Long also felt the breath of Changkong Wuhen, opened his eyes, and looked over.

With just one glance, he turned his attention to Jiuling and blinked.

Peng!

Xiang Long's head exploded, and he grimaced in pain. Jiuling raised the corners of his mouth: "Stop your messy thoughts, I have realized it."

Are you enlightened? Are you enlightened? You are clearly convinced!

Xiang Long cursed in his heart, but did not dare to speak out.

When this Uncle Jiu Ling faced Junior Brother Wang Yu, he looked like a third grandson, but in front of him... he was still an uncle!

He can't be beaten, and his status is still high...what can he do?

In desperation, he looked at Changkong Wuhen, who was flying rapidly towards him.

Seeing his extremely ferocious eyes, full of excitement and hatred, he couldn't help but glance at Junior Brother Wang Yu, who was surrounded by countless mysteries: "...this uncle has been forced to do this.

Are you ready?"

I feel that this person is even worse than Master Jiu Ling!

"Well, Jiuling, are you there too?" When Jiuling and Changkong Wuhen felt Changkong Wuhen, both Changkong Wuhen also saw Jiuling.

Yes, he only has Jiuling and Xiang Long in his eyes... just like the Jiuling before, he doesn't pay attention to him at all.

He just glanced over it without even stopping for the slightest moment... It was as if he saw a blade of grass on the roadside and a gust of wind blowing around him.

that is it!

Xiang Long was not angry either, he had gotten used to it, and felt very calm inside. Just looking at this uncle who felt almost like a demon... suddenly he felt like the show was about to begin.

"Jiu Ling, you are also here to take revenge on Wang Yu. That's great, let's do it together." Changkong Wuhen landed next to Jiu Ling and said excitedly.

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" After hearing this, Jiu Ling, who originally wanted to say hello, suddenly jumped up and down and backed away.

Before Changkong Wuhen's words even landed, he had already decisively opened the distance between him and Changkong Wuhen.

It seems that he is using this method and this distance to show that he has nothing to do with Changkong Wuhen and to prove his innocence!

"???" Changkong Wuhen's eyes were full of questions, and he was very puzzled by Jiuling's actions that seemed to be burned by fire: "Jiuling?"

"Whatever you want to do, just do it yourself. Don't take me with you. I have no grudge against Senior Nephew Wang Yu."

Jiu Ling's heart was still full, and he could hear his own heartbeat while looking at the sky without trace from a distance.

Good guy, I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm me?

It took a lot of effort to resolve the cause and effect between me and my nephew Wang Yu, but I was almost brought in again!

At this moment, Jiuling suddenly felt some resentment in his heart... towards Changkong Wuhen.

"...It seems that you have fought before." Looking at Jiuling's movements, Changkong Wuhen also reacted at this time.

He knew Jiuling. As a disciple of the same generation, the other party was still a foreign species.

Although his current level of cultivation is lower than his and he has not yet attained enlightenment, his potential is unparalleled and when it comes to the future, he is still above him.

We socialize with each other on weekdays, and don't act aloof in front of other disciples... I really want to make friends with this junior disciple.

Therefore, I know his character very well.

Seeing his performance like this, and then comparing it with what I know, there is nothing I can't understand.

It's not that he's too angry, it's just that the intimacy in his expression has suddenly become less intense.

"It seems that you failed again." Changkong Wuhen looked deeply at Jiuling, who was as frightened as a rabbit, and shook his head slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense. How can you call it a failure? It's clearly a discussion. Yes, we are just a friendly discussion. What does failure and victory have to do with each other?"
To be continued...