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    No one knows whether Yun Zhengming is alive or dead. He may be alive, but he should be dead.  But who knows?  The middle-aged Taoist looked at the hollow human figure that was gradually swallowed up by the flowing clouds, and thought silently, if you don't die even after this, then you may really be the legendary person from heaven.  ¡­ ¡­ In the green mountain behind the board of directors, dull or shrill sounds could be heard from time to time. The ivy scattered on the mountain roads and dense forests kept trembling with these sounds, as if they felt particularly frightened.  These voices come from the terrifying Taoist priests who have been hiding in the cave for decades. These Taoist priests did not deliberately show their power. They just felt something in their hearts and talked casually, making the green mountains, vines and red soil tremble and uneasy.  The ten caves were shaking and about to collapse.  "Why?" "Why do you let me see hope, but it is such a cold hope." "I want to kill that junior." "That loser is so brave! He actually dares to have evil thoughts towards people like us!" "  Why did He Daoren do nothing before he died? "What did he see?" "The will of God or the shadow of Hades?" "Is this the real decree?"  The tightly wrapped cliff suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke for a long time. The old Taoist priests in the cave thought of the scene they had seen before, and thought about some of the truths they had vaguely realized.  He was silent at the same time.  After a long time, a very deep sound rang out among the cliffs. The birds that were trying to find nesting materials in the dense forest debris at the foot of the mountain suddenly flew away in fear when they heard the sound.  "Whether it is the will of God or the shadow of Pluto, regardless of whether it is God's instructions or the original sin of mankind, the appearance of this young Taoist disciple in front of us has already explained many problems. Senior Brother He was taken away by that young man.  He didn't kill the other person before he died, which shows that he didn't want to resist this temptation." A very old and vicious voice came from a cave.  "If it were me, as long as Yun Zhengming can inherit my achievements, then destroy Qingmengzhai and destroy the Tiandao Alliance, or I am willing, I have endured enough of these decades of living in seclusion.  If I hadn't been slashed by the madman Situ Yunhai, I would be sitting on the black jade throne now, and my position would have been usurped by Liansheng, and I would not be able to see Qingtian and my people for the rest of my life. " There is another cave?  There was an extremely cold voice.  "If you are really willing to pass on your merits to that young man, then why did you kill him before? After all, you are reluctant to give up the opportunity to escape from the predicament. You should not talk about the past, and then talk about reluctance. We, the  Who among the old guys who were trapped in the cave didn't have blood and tears? If I hadn't been at the forefront when I went to the Shinhwa Group and was seriously injured, how dare Xie Junyuan expel me from the Shinhwa Group because of those unfounded charges?  " The old and aged voice from before said mockingly: "As an elder of the Shinhwa Group and the brother-in-law of the chairman, you actually have fun day and night with the wife of an ordinary believer. If it weren't for the fact that you were seriously injured at the hands of the owner, you thought  Wei Guangming just kicked you out of the Shinhwa Group?" "What do you want to say?" "I want to say that you can pass on your cultivation to that trash named Yun Zhengming." "Because?  There will be a day when I go out." "It's impossible for you to go out even if the mountains collapse and the seas dry up." "Don't make any noise." That extremely thick and powerful sound exploded among the cliffs, shaking the green vines.  The fragments rustled, and the birds that were about to fly away screamed and fell to the ground.  It was obvious that the old Taoist priests in the cave were afraid of this sound.  "Senior Brother He was cut in half by Situ Yunhai. For decades, life was worse than death. It is not like us who may see the light of day again. Having such a vicious successor is not necessarily a bad thing. But we are different. Although the old wounds on our bodies are  Heavy, but not to the point of being unable to suppress the state. As long as there is a chance, we can leave these caves and leave the board of directors. The young man who is so vicious that even my heart palpitates, whether he is dead or alive, he is far away from us.  What we need to do now is to meditate quietly and wait in silence. Any memory of the glory of the past is poison in the heart. Even without that young disciple, you will go crazy. " There is a dead silence among the cliffs, and there is no one.  I dare to express my objection, because the old Taoist priests in the caves know very well that when it comes to recalling the past, no one?No one is more qualified than that person to recall the past. If he had not been defeated miserably by Situ Yunhai's sword, the owner of this rich voice would surely be sitting at the top of Shinhwa Group now, leading the entire company as chairman.  Daomen.  I don¡¯t know how much time has passed.  A voice sounded again from the cliff. The ivy did not move, but the red soil stained with blood began to rustle because of the despair and resentment in the voice.  "Do we really have a day to leave these caves alive?" "Can we really see the light of day again?" "How long do we have to wait?" "We have been waiting for decades, and some people have already waited until they died of old age, wouldn't we rather keep waiting?  "Go down?" "" These questions asked with resentment, despair and unwillingness are like the cold rain in late autumn, constantly washing the cliff outside the cave, bringing endless pain to the people in the cave.  After a long time, the deep voice sounded again, with sadness, perseverance, expectations for the future and resentment towards someone, and said in a deep voice: "Waiting, waiting forever, ready, always.  Prepare, wait, prepare for that old immortal to die, this is the only thing we can do." "Decades ago, the Demon Sect was strong, and correspondingly, Taoist sects came out in large numbers. If the Shinhwa Group went out to fight.  Power seems to be able to sweep across the world.  Then, a young uncle came out of Qingmengzhai.  The young uncle's surname was Ke Haoran. He rode a little black donkey with an inconspicuous sword on his waist. He first destroyed the Demon Sect, and then for one reason or another, or without any reason, just an idea.  Different, he started fighting against the strong men of Taoist sect. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of the world, countless monastic geniuses with amazing talents and talents were either killed by Situ Yunhai¡¯s sword, or seriously injured and became ill by him, or forced to break their boundaries and were sent away by heaven, so they hid in the world and did not dare to leave.  One day, powerful men from the Taoist sect gathered and trapped Situ Yunhai in a tight siege.  Situ Yunhai won the battle.  Then, he was punished by heaven and died.  Afterwards, the owner of the restaurant entered the Shinhwa Group, chopped off all the cherry blossoms, killed those who participated in the battle, and seriously injured the rest.  The chief director of the board of directors is welcomed by Taoist priest Qingyi.  The master of the restaurant struck him with a stick.  Taoist Qingyi was defeated and fled, avoiding the South China Sea. From then on, he never set foot on land.  Decades later.  There are green hills behind the board of directors, and the caves in the cliffs are like ant nests.  There lived countless powerful people in terrifying realms who were seriously injured. Half of them were killed by Situ Yunhai, and half were killed by the Zhai Master.  "If these powerful Taoists reappear in the world, I don't know what terrible storms they will cause. However, they cannot come out. The world has even forgotten their existence.  Because the owner doesn¡¯t allow it.  ¡­ ¡­ Yun Zhengming woke up, and what greeted him was the thick mist of miasma like a heavy veil, thick leaves on the ground, and endless pain coming from his body.  He fell from such a high cliff and survived. He couldn't find any reasonable answer. Maybe it was the looming ancient trees above the mist that lessened the force of his fall, or the thick and soft things underneath him.  The rotten leaf silt on the bed worked.  Yun Zhengming even felt that his survival was the will of God. Just as he mentioned in the conversation with his uncle in the board of directors, if he was really the legendary man of heaven, carrying the most obscure will of God,  Then God will not let you die casually.  " He was indeed not dead. This fact gave him endless confidence, but also a lot of confusion and fear, because he didn't know how he should go about the rest of his life.  Although the mud and rotten leaves were soft, Yun Zhengming still had many broken bones, but the real pain was not the physical injuries, but the two powerful auras in his body that were constantly conflicting.  The aura of the Apocalypse Realm from half a Taoist, when he was unconscious, was no longer bound by his will. It roared out from the sea of ??consciousness and from all over his body, turning into countless sharp steel knives, constantly scraping him.  bones, cutting into his muscles, and even trying to blast his Dantian into rubble.  The spirit of the elixir contained in Tongtian Pill was constantly repairing the cracks in his bones and the broken connections in his muscles, nourishing his vitality, constantly following the last remaining shadows from the ruins.  , repairing the Dantian again and again.  This is an extremely painful process of constant destruction and destruction and constant repair and rebirth.  It didn't matter when he was in a coma. After waking up, these pains became the most real existence. Yun Zhengming's face instantly turned white, and an extremely miserable roar burst out from his blood-oozing teeth.  The legend of the quiet forest at the bottom of the valley??Extremely far.  Because the pain was so severe, Yun Zhengming almost woke up and fell into coma again, but he knew how important it was for him to be awake at this time: if he was comatose in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley full of toxins and unknown dangers, he would not be able to survive it.  It¡¯s been too long, and by then no matter how merciful God is, he can only abandon himself.  There was another miserable howl, and Yun Zhengming slammed hard against a rock not far away, breaking one of his ribs and suppressing the rest of the pain with fresh pain. In the moment before unconsciousness,  After gaining a moment, I gathered my thoughts and returned to my senses. I sat in the lotus position, which was almost invisible, and began to meditate to heal my wounds.  Time passes slowly.  
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