Before Shen Gurong was about to enter Taoism, Xi Guxing asked him why he chose this path even though he knew it was difficult to enter Taoism as a mortal.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly and asked coldly: "What choices do I have?"

If he had any other choice, he would not choose this road that leads to hell.

Shen Gurong has been pampered since he was a child. He has been pampered by his parents and brothers since he was a child. Even if he bruises his hand, he will burst into tears. How could he take the initiative to find fault for himself if he is so afraid of pain?

Xi Guxing stared at his distracted eyes for a long time, then suddenly held his wrist and said in a deep voice: "I can help you kill Li Genglan, you don't have to do this to yourself."

Shen Gurong said dullly: "He is your senior brother."

Xi Guxing said coldly: "He has done something as bad as a pig or a dog. He is no longer the senior brother I know."

Shen Gurong remained silent.

"Eleven." Seeing his indifferent look, Xi Guxing finally became a little anxious, "It's too difficult for a mortal to enter the Tao. Few people have succeeded in the history of the Three Realms. What's more, you are so weak that you can't even endure a tendon wash." The marrow cutter."

Shen Gurong said coldly: "If I can't survive, I will die."

Xi Guxing: "You!"

He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, so as not to be angry to death by Shen Shiyi: "You just stay well. Li Genglan left from Liren Peak, and we killed him to clean up the family, which is the same."

Shen Gurong still said: "I want to kill him with my own hands, but you are not allowed to do it."

Xi Guxing: "Shen Shiyi!"

Xi Guxing was almost angry to death. He was still racking his brains on how to persuade him, when he heard Shen Gurong say: "He stole my bamboo pole, I want to get it back with my own hands."

Xi Guxing was in disbelief: "Just for Zhuchi?"

Shen Gurong no longer believed anyone, not even Xi Guxing told him that the bamboo pole was a divine weapon.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "There are still so many years before Mr. Centenary's reincarnation. My only hope of living is to kill Li Genglan with my own hands. If he dies in your hands, you are going to make me live with resentment and regret for the rest of my life. Will you survive?"

Xi Guxing was stunned.

"With my mortal body, I cannot live for more than a hundred years." Shen Gurong took a breath, raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured, "I want to wait for him alive."

As if he was making a promise to someone, he whispered: "I won't die so easily."

My husband tried his best to save him, but he would not die silently and meaninglessly.

Shen Gurong didn't want everyone in Liren Peak to take action against Li Genglan, and he didn't allow all of them to interfere in his own affairs. He seemed to be carrying heavy shackles in this world, with the two heavy burdens of a hundred years and Jingshilu weighing heavily on him. On his thin shoulders, he had to be independent and rely on himself.

"You have to learn how to survive on your own."

In the end, he successfully entered Taoism and achieved a level of cultivation in a mortal body that ordinary monks could not achieve in half a lifetime.

Shen Gurong never did anything he was unsure of. Even after he entered Taoism and reached Nascent Soul, he never rushed to find Li Genglan.

He seems to really regard the end of the night as the hope for the rest of his life, and he also enjoys the process.

Shen Gurong was tepid, relying on countless tiger and wolf medicines to force his cultivation to the Mahayana stage. He killed countless demon cultivators with one person and one sword, and the cultivation level heaped up with the use of elixirs could only stop at the Mahayana stage in this life. .

People in the three realms praised him for becoming a saint, but they didn't know how he achieved this achievement.

During the thunder tribulation in the Mahayana period, Shen Gu Rong was almost chopped into ashes by the heavens, and the meridians in his body were all bruised. After successfully entering the Mahayana stage, he spent five years in endless pain, and he could hardly even hold a sword. Can't live.

If Li Nanshang hadn't used a protective barrier to hang him alive, he would have probably died long ago when his spiritual power dissipated.

After Shen Gurong recuperated for five years and stabilized his cultivation, he took Lin Xiachun and killed him to Xianzhou.

There was no such poisonous fog formation in Xianzhou back then. Shen Gurong and Lin Xiachun killed the demon cultivators all over the city who came to stop him without blinking an eye. The overwhelming murderous intention accumulated for decades. The inner demons were completely brought out.

The inner demons were raging in his consciousness, but were suppressed by Shen Gurong. He was occupied by the inner demons in his mind, but at the same time, he remained awake. With an indifferent expression, Li Genglan used Lin Xiachun to scrape off countless flesh and blood from his body.

Li Genglan's hamstrings and hand tendons were all severed, blood flowed all over the floor and walls, and the screams almost echoed throughout Xianzhou.

Shen Gurong seemed not to hear anything, and gently cut off the flesh and blood from the bloody body.

Lin Xiachun sucked up enough blood, and the entire sword body was glowing with red light.

Li Genglan's face was covered with blood. He stared at Shen Gurong with a ferocious face and hissed: "How dare you?! Ah——"

"What don't I dare to do?" There was a trace of blood on Shen Gurong's cheek. He wiped it away with his fingertips, sniffed it gently between his nose, tilted his head and smiled, strange and beautiful, "Your blood, Why does it smell so fishy?"

Li Genglan: "You——"

There was also a drop of blood on Shen Gurong's ice cream. He pinched Li Genglan's neck, smiled softly and said, "Have you seen your ending in the Jingshilu?"

Li Genglan looked at him intently.

"Oh, yes, I forgot." Shen Gurong raised a finger to wipe the blood on his face, curved his eyes, and said softly, "Jingshilu is sealed now, and you can't open it even if you get it."

Li Genglan said with difficulty: "What did you do to... Jing Shilu?"

Shen Gurong did not answer his question, but smiled like a flower, and his eyes under the ice gauze were already blood red.

"It's so ridiculous. You've been trying so hard for so many years, but you haven't succeeded in returning to the city, and the record of the capital has been blocked." Shen Gurong said with a smile, "In Li Geng Lan, you are really completely defeated. What's even more ridiculous is that you I don’t even know how I lost.”

Li Genglan was grabbed by the throat, and the demon eyes looked at him resentfully.

"I asked Li Nanxiang to let you leave Liren Peak and wait for me to kill you personally to take revenge. I thought you would have made some progress over the years, but I didn't expect that you would still be the same as before." Shen Gurong approached him, his eyes filled with joy. Leng Yi said, "If I kill you, I feel like my hands are dirty."

Although Shen Gurong said he had dirty hands, he chopped off Li Genglan's more than 600 swords with Lin Xia Chun.

In the end, Lin Xiachun felt that Shen Gurong was vaguely possessed by a demon, so he struggled to break free from his hands, turned into a human form, covered in blood, and said: "Master, that's enough."

Shen Gurong's green clothes were dyed red. He pinched Li Genglan, who had already died half of his life, and tilted his head: "Is it enough? It's only half, how can it be enough?"

Lin Xiachun hesitated for a moment, then said calmly: "You are going to be possessed by a demon."

Shen Gurong sneered when he heard this: "No."

Lin Xiachun looked at his palms, and a little devilish breath slowly emerged from his fingers. He was not a talkative person, but he still insisted on saying a few more words: "You shouldn't be possessed by such a person. .”

Shen Gurong's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't interfere in my affairs."

Only then did Lin Xiachun shut up and obediently transformed into a sword body.

"It would be better if I hadn't lost my mind."

"Ah, he is so dirty."

"But the blood on my body is good."

Shen Gurong made a cut, and the demonic energy in his heart increased.

At the end, Li Nanshang arrived and was stunned for a long time when he saw the tragic situation in front of him. Then he rushed up and dragged Shen Gurong out of the pool of blood.

Shen Gurong held Lin Xiachun in his hand and moved like a puppet. After being interrupted by Li Nanshang, he stared at him blankly for a long time before recognizing him.

Li Nanshang said coldly: "Eleven, you are possessed by a demon! Pure heart!"

Shen Gurong's eyes were dilated and his pupils were red. He laughed and murmured: "I didn't."

Li Nanshang: "You have reached the limit of entering Taoism as a mortal. If you become a demon, you will die!"

Shen Gurong looked at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and was still struggling to continue what he was doing.

Li Nanshang: "Shen Shiyi!"

He saw that Shen Gurong seemed to be completely trapped in his inner demons, so he raised his hand and cast a heart-clearing spell between his eyebrows.

A bone-chilling chill penetrated into Shen Gurong's sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the demons that were entrenched in his heart were instantly driven away.

Shen Gurong's whole body went limp, the sword in his hand fell, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Li Genglan had been sealed in the crypt.

The remaining more than 600 swords are still remembered by Shen Gurong to this day.

After decades, when he saw Li Genlan again, Shen Gurong no longer had the paranoia of the past. Instead, he walked around Li Genlan with a smile before slowly stopping and placing his fingers on his forearms. He knocked lightly and said calmly: "This time, where should I start?"

Li Genglan met Shen Gurong's eyes and finally spoke, but he didn't care whether his flesh and blood would continue to be cut out, but his first sentence was: "You went into Jingshilu?"

Shen Gurong's eyes fell on Li Genglan one by one, as if he was recalling where he had been cut. Hearing this, he nodded absently: "Yes, I went."

Li Genglan took a deep breath, and his recovered hand firmly grasped the armrest, looking straight at him, and said: "Once Jing Shilu enters, he must see his final outcome before he can get out."

He seemed to be a wild beast seeing its prey, with murderous intent in his eyes. He gasped and asked, "What about you? Shen Shiyi, Shen Fengxue, what did you see in Jingshilu?"

"Whose hands did you...die by?"

Seeing how eagerly he wanted to know the answer, Shen Gurong smiled and told him truthfully: "He died in the hands of my apprentice."

"What about me?" Li Genglan asked again, "Did Nan Shang see me attain enlightenment and ascend? Will the three realms be filled with plague ghosts and there will never be peace?"

Shen Gurong sneered and said: "The world in Jingshilu is just a mirror, like a dream. Does it make sense for you to insist on the ending in the illusion?"

"Of course it makes sense." Li Genglan smiled hard, his scarred face looked particularly hideous and ugly to Shen Gurong, "Jingshilu is a thing of heaven. Once the ending is determined, it cannot be changed, even if it deviates. The right path will also be forcibly corrected by the way of heaven."

Shen Gurong sneered at this sentence: "Really? A hundred years ago, Jingshilu predicted that I would be the only surviving epidemic ghost in Huilu City, but I still cultivate my way well and have not been contaminated by the epidemic poison at all."

While he was chatting, he raised his hand as if to play, and in a loose movement, he stabbed his intact hand with a dagger and fastened it to the wooden armrest.

Li Genglan trembled all over and looked at him fiercely.

He no longer wanted to pretend to be Shen Gurong, even laughing at him felt disgusting.

"Oh, senior brother, you're shaking." Shen Gurong's fingertips gently stroked Li Genglan's convulsing fingers, and said with a low smile, "Are you afraid of me?"

Li Genglan said expressionlessly: "A hundred years ago you escaped by chance and were not possessed by the plague ghost, but a hundred years later..."
To be continued...