As we all know, the lifespan of a cultivator is very long.
From the very beginning, the cultivation world has never lacked ways to prolong life. Even cultivation itself is to a large extent a method created by human beings to get rid of the limitation of lifespan.
And those who can come to this cave are definitely cultivators, so in this trial, if you want to make cultivators experience the feeling of mortal aging, even if they have the ability to manipulate time, it is not to pinch the short It can be done in decades.
Bai Qiuran was quite curious how this trial would show the so-called "suffering of aging" to cultivators.
He stepped forward and walked along this straight narrow road. After walking for a while, the dusky sky seemed to be closer to the ground, and it seemed more and more depressing.
At this time, a scream suddenly came from the front of Bai Qiuran.
Bai Qiuran regained his energy and accelerated his pace to rush over. Then he saw that on the narrow road a few miles in front of him, there were several cultivators who seemed to be loose cultivators, and were attacked from the dusky sky.
A dense rain of yellow beams of light fell from the sky and fell near these cultivators. Bai Qiuran saw that once they were swept away by these yellow lights, the vitality of those cultivators would suddenly weaken. Under the influence of , their appearance did not change much, but their beards and hair were slowly turning white, and it seemed as if the end was approaching.
After they were hit by the yellow light, they seemed to become weak all of a sudden, and the movements of their hands and feet became much slower.
And for those who have been hit by these yellow lights many times, this debilitating negative state seems to be superimposed, making their actions more sluggish and their faces even older.
Bai Qiuran even saw that after being hit many times, a loose cultivator had wrinkles and age spots that were rarely seen on the face of cultivators.
In the midst of his amazement, Bai Qiuran suddenly had countless yellow lights falling from the top of his head. He tossed and turned on this road, avoiding the countless yellow lights, and moved forward rapidly, but because the few scattered cultivators occupied the road, Bai Qiuran finally reluctantly rubbed his palm by a yellow light.
"what?"
After being hit by Huang Guang, Bai Qiuran looked at his palm in surprise, because he felt as if he didn't react at all.
Seeing that he was hit, the other loose cultivators also turned around, and one of them asked in a broken and weak voice:
"You... why are you alright? Obviously it's just a qi training... "
How the fuck do I know
Bai Qiuran just wanted to say something like this, but the next moment, countless yellow lights descended on his head, but after the yellow light entered his body, he was still unscathed and showed no signs of weakness. It doesn't look like it.
After more yellow light entered his body, Bai Qiuran also felt a little bit of its nature. This was not the kind of time-manipulating ability he thought, but it seemed to be a kind of life essence that could directly strip other people's bodies. of mystical powers.
Shouyuan is a very mysterious thing, but it does exist. Cultivators who have not ascended to immortality, as well as all living beings in the mortal world, the Shouyuan of each life will be registered in the book of life and death in the ghost world. If you really want to say, It should be closer to a figure in the dark.
And this kind of yellow light magical power seems to be able to effectively cut off the ethereal lifespan of a living body... At least temporarily let it cut. And this trial is also through this special magical power, so that people who come here feel the pain of physical aging and the imminent end.
So here comes the problem. As a person who has survived for more than 3,000 years, Bai Qiuran's lifespan has already come to an end 3,000 years ago. Although he has relied on the Longevity Pill to prolong his life for the past 3,000 years, he has survived. But every year, he lives in a state of imminent death, and from time to time he has to deal face-to-face with the emissaries who come to detain the soul.
This state of imminent imminent, for him, is no different from the usual state.
"I seem to understand a little bit why I'm fine."
Bai Qiuran looked at his palm and muttered.
"Why, why?"
A few of the scattered cultivators next to him asked weakly.
"No reason, I told you, you can't copy my method."
Bai Qiuran looked at the sky.
"It seems that this trial will not cause death. When I find out the details of this cave, I will come back to save you... As for now, just work hard, and treat it as a punishment for you to enter this cave without listening to advice."
After he finished speaking, he passed over them and continued to walk forward under the anxious, angry and pleading gazes of these scattered cultivators.
Those yellow lights fell on his head and body like rain, but Bai Qiuran was like a traveler crossing the wind and rain, his back remained motionless, and gradually drifted away in the eyes of the loose cultivators.
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"How is this going?"
In the dark space, the man in black robe opened his eyes wide, revealing bloodshot eyes.
He looked at the yellow light with the aging supernatural power on the light curtain, just like Bai Qiuran under the drizzle, and said incredulously:
"Aging magic has no effect on him, how is this possible? He is not an immortal!"
If it is said that Bai Qiuran is agile and can dodge all the yellow light on the passage that only one person can pass through, that's fine. , even when they were deducing this magical power, the Earth Immortals probably never thought that such a situation would occur.
But beside him, the skull stared at Bai Qiuran on the light curtain, but the light in his eyes swayed quietly, as if he was thinking, as if he could see some way.
"It turns out that... He has lived for so long by relying on this method."
The light in the skull's eyes flickered, and a voice came from somewhere.
"No wonder the aging supernatural powers can't do anything to him."
"You know what's going on?"
The man in black robe heard the skull muttering to himself, raised it in front of him with divine power, and asked:
"Tell me now."
"Hey, I do know the whole story."
The skull's voice sounded very flat.
"But my special mother is not to tell you."
Seeing that the black-robed man's consciousness fluctuated violently, and there was a tendency to attack him, the skull head quickly added a taunt.
"I advise you to give up. Now it seems that the first four sufferings of the Eight Great Sufferings are unlikely to have any impact on him. If you want to seize the house, you can only hope that the illusory love and separation, resentment and hatred will be reconciled. I can't ask for three hardships, and I can drill a gap in his heart defense. Anyway, I think... this matter is very hanging."
"Humph."
The man in black robe threw the skull aside with his magical power, and said coldly:
"Who will kill the deer is still unknown."