In a nutshell, he first saw himself, and when he finally died, all his emotions.
Feng Yu sealed Su Yan's body in a huge ice cellar.
She was given the elixir that can make the corpse immortal.
He hugged her, just like that day by day, day by day.
Like a disease, like an idiot, like a madman.
Su Yan was floating in mid-air, and also accompanied him, listening to what he said, watching his despair and madness.
There was no fluctuating expression on her face, but sometimes, she clenched her hands lightly, then loosened them, clenched them again.
This companionship lasts for a hundred years.
In the fifth year.
There are rumors in the world of cultivating immortals that there is a magic pill, which is refined by gathering the souls of thousands of people, and it can be brought back to life with the blood of thousands of people. "
And this word reached Feng Yu's ears.
Since then, the entire world of cultivating immortals has ushered in a century called a dark disaster.
The souls of these ten thousand people have requirements, and they must be above the golden core stage.
What kind of scene is the purgatory on earth
What is the scene of experiencing unprecedented joy first and then hellish suffering
In the tenth year, a cultivation method appeared in the world of cultivating immortals.
It can quickly improve the cultivation base, and it can allow the new immortal cultivators to enter the golden core stage within three years.
And this method has no side effects.
From the first person to try and find that there are indeed no side effects, to the second, third, and fourth.
Now that there is a shortcut, who is willing to practice for decades
Soon, the entire world of cultivating immortals seemed to fall into a state of frenzy.
This state lasted for five years.
In the fifteenth year, a disaster struck the world of cultivating immortals.
Those who practiced this method died one after another.
The method of death is almost the same, all the gold cores were dug to death.
Things like this make people panic.
But the number of practitioners is still increasing as before.
Ten years passed, another ten years passed, and another ten years passed.
In the sixtieth year, Feng Yu finally collected tens of thousands of golden pills.
At this time, Feng Yu had long since lost her noble and cold appearance like a banishing immortal.
He took off his white clothes.
Dressed in black, he still had the same face.
He was obviously still that person, but Feng Yu sixty years later, was cruel and ruthless, even with a smile on his face, his calves would always tremble and he would not dare to take a step closer.
At this time, the Devil's Cult had already fallen into his hands.
With an absolutely arrogant attitude, it expands infinitely.
Demon cultivator, Qingxiu, no matter what kind of kung fu you cultivate, as long as you are not a member of the demon sect, you can kill.
No one within ten meters of where Feng Yu was standing dared to take a step closer to that kind of heart-shattering slaughter.
His master once said that if one day he fell into a demon, it would be a disaster for the world of cultivating immortals.
Looking at it now, his master was really right.
He is a disaster. Wherever he goes, there will be rivers of blood.
When, to the first hundred years.
Thousands of golden pills, thousands of people's blood, have been collected.
He used the blood of thousands of people to make medicine, and used thousands of people to refine it.
Simply crazy.
The day of refining medicine.
It actually attracted a catastrophe.
After all, such a brutal existence that violates the way of heaven is absolutely intolerable.
He didn't care about it, and fought against the catastrophe with his body.
For Yu Fengyu, it doesn't matter if he dies or lives.
Su Yan is dead, so in this world, he has nothing to miss.
Su Yan, who was in the shape of a soul, followed Feng Yu, witnessing his crazy, killing, and crazy actions step by step.