Doomsday Horror Storm

Chapter 55: Centenarian!

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After taking a bath and cleaning himself, the old man in gold robe put on a new set of clothes and walked on the wooden plank, but his heart was still heavy. After walking with the woman for a long time, he came to a large hall.

"The Star Master is inside." The woman walked to the front of the hall and made an invitation gesture to the old man in gold robe.

The old man in gold robe nodded to her with a smile, turned around and walked into the hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, the old man in gold robe felt a coercion pressing down on him, like a mountain pressing down on him, making him feel like he couldn't breathe. All his strength could not operate under this pressure.

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"Is this the power of the Immortal Realm..." The old man in gold robes was trembling, and he walked towards the center of the hall with all his strength. He immediately saw an ancient stone chair on a high platform, so domineering that it had a silver-haired man leaning on it.

Holding a wine glass in his hand, he stared at the wine in the glass without even glancing at the old man in gold robe who came through the door.

The old man in golden robe swallowed his saliva and said, "Greetings..." As soon as the words came out, a huge pressure enveloped him, causing him to tremble and almost fall to the ground due to the pressure.

The silver-haired man on the stone chair was still staring at the wine glass in his hand, as if the world collapsed in front of him, and he would not move his eyes even an inch from the wine glass. After a long time, the air seemed to freeze.

The silver-haired man suddenly spoke, "What's the matter?"

The old man in golden robe had been holding on to the pressure, and he did not dare to neglect when he heard the words, and said quickly: "I saw three Taoist artifacts and a treasure. Since I am unable to obtain it, I came here to tell the Star Lord that I hope you can...

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He looked at the silver-haired man flatteringly and spoke directly without any concealment, because he knew that in front of such an old monster who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it would be futile to play any tricks.

"Three Taoist tools?" The silver-haired man's eyes flashed, and he slowly looked away from the wine glass and looked at the old man in gold robe. The latter suddenly felt that the sky was pressing down on him, and he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness in his heart.

, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Is what you said true?" the silver-haired man said. His voice was as smooth as an ancient well, and he couldn't hear any joy or sorrow. In fact, anyone who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years has seen too many things, including wives and children.

There are all kinds of things like life, separation and death, but the desire to survive is not that strong.

If anyone thinks that a person who lives a long life will be more enthusiastic about life, that is wrong. If a person has experienced too much and has seen too much, he will lose interest in life, just like a child playing with a toy.

Even after hundreds of thousands of years, I will get bored.

If a person has been looking at a few familiar faces for hundreds of thousands of years, watching his sons and grandsons die of old age from generation to generation, but he is powerless, and watching his wife die of old age, he can only die in tears.

Then he has no nostalgia for life, only the pursuit of strength. Only in this way can he find the reason to live.

On earth, if a teenager suffers a painful blow, he will wonder, how many blows will a person who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years suffer? And how does he survive?

Hearing the silver-haired man's question, the old man in gold robe quickly said: "Absolutely, and those three Taoist tools are extremely high-grade, they don't look like low-grade ones. If they were stars..."

"Where is the Taoist weapon?" the silver-haired man asked directly.

The golden-robed man cursed secretly in his heart, but put a smile on his face and said: "On a mortal indigenous planet, controlled by an indigenous person, with the Star Lord's methods, you can easily..."

"Indigenous planet?" The silver-haired man interrupted the gold-robed man again and gave him a cold look.

The golden-robed old man's heart trembled, and he quickly said: "There is something special about the indigenous Zhou. Although it is only a mortal planet, it falls under the jurisdiction of the five empires. There are traces of the implementation of the SSS-level plan on it, and there are many ruins. The Taoist artifact is only

I'm afraid I got it in this Taoist vessel."

The silver-haired man sneered, "Will the five great empires distribute Taoist artifacts on a mortal planet?"

The old man in golden robe broke into a cold sweat and said with a wry smile: "What I said is absolutely true. If I want to deceive you, why bother making up such a lie."

The silver-haired man nodded and said: "You must have suffered a big loss when you came to me even though you didn't get any favors even with your strength. How strong is the strongest person on the planet?"

The old man in golden robe thought for a while and said: "There is an insect beast that has understood the rules of power. This should be the most powerful one on the planet."

The silver-haired man's face changed slightly, "Rule of power?"

The old man in golden robe nodded quickly.

"On an indigenous planet, there is someone who has understood the rules of power. Looking at the entire Shennong Star Region, he is considered a top genius. I didn't expect that such a person would fall into the hands of our Heavenly Star Region." The silver-haired old man said with eyes.

Flashing, he glanced at the old man in gold robe and said: "Tell me the star mark of the planet and its appearance. If you stay here, if what you say is true, I will naturally let you go and give you great benefits."

, if it is false...".

He didn't say any more. With a thought, two old men in white robes appeared outside the hall like ghosts. They appeared very suddenly, as if they had come from another time and space.

The old man in gold robe quickly told the location of the earth. He didn't have to worry that the silver-haired man would kill him to silence him afterwards, because if he did, who would dare to come here to report the news?

Very few people would do this kind of thing that damages their reputation.

"You two take the spaceship and go quickly." The silver-haired man waved his hand and disappeared.

The two old men in white robes smiled slightly, glanced at the old man in gold robes, cupped their hands, and turned around to leave.

"Hmph." The old man in golden robe looked at the two old men's leaving figures, his eyes were cold, and he secretly said: "You are dead this time, the Star Realm is really powerful today, and the people who are randomly dispatched are all strong men in the saint realm.

And two at a time.”

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On Earth, in Longchen Mountain, it was still business as usual.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

In the past ten days, people have been taking turns to stand guard in front of the small hall every day. Ye Feng, Wang Chen and others often come here to watch. However, there is always no movement in the small hall, and they leave disappointed every time.

At the door of the small hall, on the stone steps, Cheng Yan held her chin in her hands, sitting there in a daze. After a long time, a figure came over and stood in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

Cheng Yan couldn't help but look up and saw that it was his brother Cheng Hualiang. He couldn't help sighing and said sadly: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't be like that. I know he didn't mean it, but I, but I still

Can't control myself..."

Cheng Hualiang sighed, rubbed her little head, sat down next to her, and said, "Don't worry, he won't die." He didn't say this to Cheng Yan, but to himself.

Cheng Yan's eyes turned red, "But Sister Yao..."

Cheng Hualiang sighed, his face full of sorrow.

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In the gloomy darkness, Yang Xuan was like a soul, floating in the wind, emitting a faint white light that seemed to be extinguished at any time.

I don’t know how long I have been wandering like this, but a little golden light appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

The golden light slowly expanded and turned into the figure of a young man, standing there casually and majesticly, as if the heavens were about to kneel down in front of him. There was a special temperament about his whole body that made people unable to help but be fascinated.

Yang Xuan looked at him and saw that the golden light was so bright that it was a bit dazzling, and he could not see the young man's appearance clearly.

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan couldn't help but ask.

The young man looked at him and smiled, and the world seemed to brighten up. Even a man would admire the charm of this smile. He smiled and said: "Is your name Yang Xuan?"

Yang Xuan was stunned. He didn't know why this young man he had never met knew his name. He couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"

The young man's eyes reflected countless stars, and he said slowly: "You shouldn't indulge here. There are still many things waiting for you to do. You can't stay here any longer."

Yang Xuan's expression darkened. Thinking of Yu Yao's death, he no longer wanted to ask this young man why he knew so many things about him. He lowered his head silently and whispered: "What else can I do? Even if I like him

If you can’t protect the girl, you might as well just die like this.”

The young man looked at him softly and said: "She still has hope of living. She has the noblest bloodline of the Elf Royal Family, and her consciousness is almost immortal. In ancient times, the Elf Royal Family also had a name, called Her, the God of Life.

The wound is on the skull, and there are leaves of life there that protect her soul, so it can be healed."

Yang Xuan's heart was shocked, his heart lifted up, and he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He said excitedly: "Is there really a way to resurrect? You didn't lie to me?" He stared at the young man closely, for fear that he would say

Say half the word "no".

The young man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't lie to you. Her soul is now wrapped in the leaves of life and turned into a life seed. One day, it will turn into a beautiful flower. At that time, it will be her

It’s time for resurrection…”

Yang Xuan couldn't help but ask: "How long will it take?"

The young man shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say. It could be one day, one year, or ten thousand years... In short, she will wake up one day."

Yang Xuan was startled for a moment, sighed, and said: "I hope it won't be too long." With his current strength, his lifespan is only 30,000 years. If Yuyao hasn't woken up in 30,000 years, then he will die of old age first.

The young man seemed to understand his thoughts, smiled slightly, and said: "So, from now on, you have to work hard to become stronger so that you can live longer and not die too early."

Yang Xuan nodded heavily and clenched his fists.

The young man looked at him for a moment, as if he was nostalgic, smiled softly, waved his hand, and said: "I'm leaving. This time the seal was loosened and I came out to heal your heart. There is not much energy left, so you have to take care of yourself."

As he stood, the figure slowly faded until it disappeared.

Yang Xuan stood for a long time before letting out a long sigh. He felt that all the worries that had been accumulated in his heart for the past few days were let out with this breath, and his whole person felt refreshed and energetic.

"I have been sinking for so long, and I don't know what's going on outside." Yang Xuan smiled slightly, and felt that the darkness in front of him disappeared and was covered by white light.

He opened his eyes.

The sun shone through the window and shone on his face, which was a bit dazzling. He squinted slightly for a while, then opened his eyes and looked around. This was a room with extremely simple furnishings. There were only beds, tables and chairs, and a hanging table on the wall.

A calligraphy and painting.

As soon as Yang Xuan sat up, he was surprised to see that his hands and body were all covered with vertical lines. His originally broad and powerful palms had become dry, thin, and full of wrinkles, making them uglier than the palms of an eighty-year-old man.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly sat up and walked to a mirror nearby. What he saw was so extraordinary that he almost jumped up in fright. What he saw in the mirror was an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

His teeth seemed to be falling out, and his body was stooped, as if he would die at any moment without being able to lift his breath.

"How could this happen?" Yang Xuan raised his hand and touched his face in disbelief, and the old man in the mirror also touched his face.

In the past, the peerless god of death who blocked the god of death has now turned into a bad old man.

Such a ridiculous thing, no one would believe it even if I told it, but now it is true in front of Yang Xuan.

It turned out that since Yang Xuan's heart was shattered that day, the seal on it also trembled under the knife, cracked a trace, and a drop of the powerful energy of the seal inside flowed out, allowing Yang Xuan's heart to heal, but at the cost of killing him.

All 30,000 years of life have been used up, and now I'm afraid I won't live more than ten days.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but laugh miserably, remembering the past.

He once slaughtered tens of thousands of people in a fit of rage at Corpse Slope. Not long after, he bravely ventured into the new world alone, fighting against the domineering Qin Hong who was feared by everyone.

Later, in the world of monks, a single blow destroyed the mountain gate of Shu Mountain that had stood for tens of thousands of years.

In the guild war, reverse the situation and kill countless people with the magic seal

Each of these achievements is enough to make Yang Xuan smile and hope that this magnificent person will now die of old age?

This has to be said to be very funny, ironic and sad.

"I didn't expect that now I don't even have the qualifications to wait for her..." Yang Xuan laughed at himself and sat back on the bed.

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In space, a spaceship broke through space and came to the atmosphere outside the earth. After a brief pause, it rushed in.

Rumble~~~

The spaceship floated above the earth. Many guild satellites saw this scene and were amazed.

click

The spacecraft's hatch opens.

Two figures flew out from inside. They were wearing white robes, which looked better than white snow. They were two old men, but their skin was as smooth as a baby, without any wrinkles, but their long hair turned snow-white.

"Is this the planet?" One of the square-faced old men glanced at the Pacific Ocean and other places and asked in surprise.

"Well, it's exactly what I said, it's a bit weird." Another old man said solemnly: "On a mortal planet, there is actually a layer of rules that can change the seasons, and the sun and the moon alternate. It's really weird."

Ordinary mortal planets will always be either spring or winter, and the seasons will never change. Only one night and day will always exist, and the sun and the moon will not alternate.

"I don't know where that person is. Let's arrest him first and ask him."

The two old men flew to a country on the earth.

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