Fantasy: First Day Of Wedding, Reward Supreme Bone

A saint wanted to forcefully recruit disciples, so Qin Yun, a young qi-training monk, naturally couldn't refuse.

However, he was completely ruined and had no oil and salt, which also made the old man very angry.

"Stupid, stupid!"

"What a sin!"

The old man was very helpless, and such roars often echoed in the valley.

However, despite this, the old man still did not give up. He talked about his Tao and Dharma over and over again, and he really wanted to train Qin Yun as his successor. This also made Qin Yun quite helpless.

.......

Time flew by, and half a month passed by in a blink of an eye.

Qin Yun's daily life includes practicing with the old beggar. It's really sad, but it's also quite pleasant. It's boring in the mountains, and it's a kind of happiness to amuse a Taoist saint.

During this period, his Holy Realm strength continued to grow steadily.

Arrived at Saint Sixth Layer Day.

It can be considered that he has entered the late stage of sainthood, and he can also be called a veteran saint.

In addition, he has successively obtained two levels of Dao Will. Now, his true combat power is terrifying. The two layers of Dao Will have given him a huge increase in combat power.

And when Qin Yun was living the life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

The human world of Jiuzhou is also turbulent.

A catastrophe comes quietly, killing, endless killing!

This is a human catastrophe, more terrifying than the previous petty fights, and has almost shaken the foundation of the Kyushu Human Race.

In the distant sky, magic flames surged, and a huge magic array stood between heaven and earth.

Above the valley.

Qin Yun stood side by side with the old man chopping firewood, looking into the distance.

This killing and robbery shocked even the two of them. The terrible smell of blood was overwhelming, and the entire sky in Kyushu was dyed with blood.

"This is......"

This was the first time Qin Yun saw such a scene. The apocalyptic catastrophe and blood-stained sky made him feel shaken.

"Demon Race Old One."

When the old man cutting firewood said these four words, his expression was also solemn.

"This land has always been like this. Every thousand years, it will encounter a catastrophe. That is the Demon Race, the ancient sage who washes the world with blood and uses the souls of mortals to enhance their strength and longevity."

"The path of spiritual practice is full of cruelty, and immortality is elusive, but life is the greatest miracle in the world. Although mortals are weak, they contain the seeds of the miracle of the universe within their bodies."

"The Demon Race plunders their souls, the powerful monks come to draw their blood, and the Monster Race beasts come to eat their flesh. This is the meaning of the existence of the Kyushu human world."

The words of the old man chopping firewood shocked Qin Yun.

Before, he had never understood why there was a human world here, but now it suddenly dawned on him.

"There are many outstanding people in Human Race, why is there no one to protect this place?"

Qin Yun asked such a question, which always puzzled him.

The eyes of the old man chopping firewood flickered, and there seemed to be complicated emotions flowing in his eyes: "Mortal people are weak and humble like ants. When a person begins to practice and has cultivation, then this person will still regard himself as a Similar to mortals?"

"Monks regard themselves as gods. They continue to become stronger, create families, and cultivate descendants. Their descendants are no longer mortals. Over time, they are completely differentiated from mortals!"

"The monks fight with heaven, earth, and people. They keep fighting, going against heaven, and moving forward all the way. But how many of them will look back? Will they look back and see where they came from?"

The old man whispered, with a hint of sadness in his expression.

This is indeed a cruel fact.

There are many outstanding people in the Human Race. Together, they can be called the first race in the world, but the mortals who are also members of the Human Race are suffering such a fate.

No one cares.

This is how things are in the world. Few monks in this world will treat mortals as the same kind. Mortals are like ants. This is everyone's concept.

Therefore, when Qin Yun entered the Tang family, he would be despised by Tang Guiyao, so the empress just issued a marriage certificate and granted him a marriage to Tang Guiyao.

In Mount Tai, the geniuses gathered in the same way. In order not to be disturbed, they bloodbathed the village. In their eyes, this was not a big deal. It was just a group of dispensable ants. If they were killed, they would be killed.

Qin Yun felt sad in his heart.

Here among mortals, he saw a few shadows of himself, and it was precisely because of these shadows that he was willing to live here in seclusion and live here permanently, rather than just seeing the scenery along the same road. , will not stay.

Facing the catastrophe in the world, Qin Yun did have some thoughts.

But that's all.

He finally got rid of his Supreme body identity and didn't want to cause any more trouble.

People are all selfish animals.

If one day he reaches the extreme level of strength, he is willing to protect the Human Race here, but now, after all, he does not have the kind of power that can shake the world.

What's more.

This is not the previous life. In this life, he was born in Daqian, and he is of the same lineage as mortals, and does not have much cause and effect.

He didn't even care about the monks who left the Human Race and allowed the human world of Kyushu to rise and die. What could he do?

"Sad, really sad."

The old man chopping wood sighed with emotion and showed a wry smile.

"The human world of Kyushu is like a sheep being raised in a pen."

"Mortal people have a short lifespan, but they can give birth to offspring at the age of more than ten. In just a few hundred years, their number will reach a qualitative leap."

"As long as those Demon Races, those monster beasts, and those gods don't destroy this place, then this place will be equivalent to an inexhaustible supply of magic medicine."

The old man whispered, with a little sadness in his expression: "That's why they can always exist, but mortals are so sad that they don't know anything about it, and they work hard to live just to become the elixir for the kings of the world to extend their lives."

"If you don't work hard to live, how about you die?"

"It is undeniable that mortals are indeed narrow-minded, because they only have a lifespan of a hundred years, but the essence of life is like this, self-improvement."

Qin Yun murmured.

His past life is like a reflection of the current mortals. He works hard to live, but what can he gain after spending his whole life?

But even if you can't get anything, you still have to work hard and strive for self-improvement.

The old man paused and looked at Qin Yun, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything and walked down the mountain minding his own business.

"Let's go and see. Maybe we will never see the prosperity of the world again for a long time."

Just like that, one old and one young went down the mountain one after another.

Standing between the towering mountains and looking down at the mountains, mortal figures are busy. In the fields, there are people farming, sweating like rain.

In the mountains and forests, some people are playing games with wild animals, risking their lives in exchange for a bite of food.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, day after day, year after year.

The so-called mortal life is not much easier than practicing asceticism.