It was like this for seventy years and eighty years. Finally, when he saw the first hundred years of practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the words were chaotic and crazy.

'Failed again! Failed again! Failed again!'

‘Did I lose my foundation by fighting with others when I was young?! If I had known it, I had known it...”

"If I had known, I wouldn't have saved those people!'

'We should just watch them die!'

'One hundred and ten years.'

'FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL!!'

'Year 117.'

'Trying to refine the Blood Demon Pill, I just borrowed some human blood, it won't affect their lifespan, no.'

'It's useful, it's useful... Hahahaha, it's useful, it's useful!'

'I feel that my foundation has returned a little, my vitality, my vitality is boiling, boiling!'

'There is a chance, there is 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 take a slight breath, then quickly turned the page and saw those words like knives, recording that the once young and energetic man fell into the quagmire step by step, first taking human blood as elixir, then taking life essence, and finally

After taking the number of people's lives, their personalities gradually changed, becoming more and more crazy and cautious. They would do anything for the sake of longevity. Finally, Qi Wuhuo saw the last record on the last page——

'Spring of one hundred and thirty-one years.'

'Zong Wei's grandson also passed away.'

'My hometown really means nothing to me anymore. I am like a floating canopy, and like a silverfish in the world. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me anymore. My relatives have died, and my friends have also fallen. I suddenly feel melancholy.

.'

"I drank and got very drunk. When I was walking alone at night, I saw a river passing by. My lips were dry and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat."

'The moonlight was very bright tonight. I lowered my head and suddenly froze.'

'The reflection in the water under the moon seems to be me, but it also seems not to be me... It is the appearance of a young man, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, glaring at me, like when I was young, as if he wanted to draw a sword to kill me.

I was stunned, and my murderous aura was strong. I sat down on the ground. I didn't know why, but I was angered.'

'I called out the sword box and chopped the water into pieces, gasping for breath, but I, I seemed to be able to see, the young me standing in the mist looking at me, it seemed far away, yet it seemed very close.

'

'His eyes are so bright, I hate them.'

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

'I went back, and since then, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, often screams at night.'

'It's an unknown sword.'

'I'm probably going to die...'

'I wanted to smash it, but couldn't, so I locked it with countless red ropes, and also locked 'me'.'

'I want to live forever.'

ps:
Chapter completed!