C11 Gutong

Murder, no more. Ling Batian admitted that he was not a bad person, but he was not a good person either. His achievements were the accumulation of the enemy's corpses, Ling Batian had killed countless people in his life, and during the Magic Continent, he had gained the title of "Slaughter the Demons", which cost more than ten thousand lives.

In the past, when Ling Batian was enraged, he summoned the Forbidden Spell and destroyed half of the city. Among them, there were thousands of innocent lives, and the number of mages were at war, meat grinder, thousands of mages, or even tens of thousands of mages summoning the Forbidden Spell at the same time. The area that the magic covered was even more terrifying than the mages' Forbidden Spell.

In Ling Batian's life, almost a hundred thousand people died under his Magic Staff. Ling Batian's hands were covered in blood, so he did not care much about the deaths.

Outside of the west gate was a vast expanse of plains that stretched without end. On the plains, there was occasionally a wild beast eating grass, and looking at this scenery that was different from the Magic Continent, Ling Batian couldn't help but have the thought of touring around.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, the bright sunlight gave Ling Batian a layer of holy light. Ling Batian sighed in his heart: This sun is also different from Magic Continent.

Ling Batian suddenly realized that he was starting to miss home.

He had been in this world for more than a month and gradually got used to it. However, there was a hint of loneliness in it, as if he was out of place with this world. Ling Batian felt that he was just a passerby in this world. This place definitely didn't belong to him. Perhaps one day, he would have to leave.

Lay on the grass, hands behind the back of his head, looking up at the sky free of clouds.

"Yun'er, oh Yun'er, we are quite similar. We are both free and unrestrained, but you are much more blessed than me. You have thousands of clouds to travel through, but I am the only one you have."

A sorrowful cry sounded in the sky as a lone geese passed through layers of white clouds, seeming to be looking for something.

After a few lines, what else could he do?

Sunset Rain called out, but it was too late for the cold pond.

Zhu Yun was low and dark while Guan Yue was cold.

"I don't want to meet him, he's suspicious."

Everyone has their troubles. I am angry for my life, I am angry for my career as a scholar, the emperor is angry for the world, the martial artists are angry for the martial arts, but why is Ling Batian frustrated?

Worry and confusion.

Ling Batian stood up and shook his head mockingly. He put aside the worries in his heart and continued to walk deeper into the cave. His feet felt as if they were walking in the wind, but after two hours of walking, Ling Batian had reached the edge of the plains.

Ling Batian looked over, but he couldn't see the peak of the mountain. It was covered by the clouds, but Ling Batian wanted to go up to the top of the mountain to look at the people from the outside. With the flying magic, going up there would be a piece of cake.

Ling Batian rose into the air as if he was riding on the wind. The gentle wind blew his long hair and black robe, causing them to flutter. In just a few minutes, Ling Batian had already passed through the clouds and was able to see what was happening at the top of the mountain.

As they walked up the Han Mountain Stones, they saw a family in the depths of the white clouds.

At the top of the mountain, there was green smoke rising. Ling Batian saw that there was a bright red spot on the mountain. In the middle of the peach forest, there was a thatched cottage.

Ling Batian didn't care and wanted to go straight to the top, but he heard a song below:

"People will laugh at me for being crazy. I will laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I will not see the tombs of the five heroes of the Mausoleum of Books, nor do I see the pickaxes used for cultivation."

Ling Batian couldn't help but sigh: "What a good 'Other people would laugh at me for being crazy.' I would laugh at others for not being able to see it."

Ling Batian suddenly heard it again, "I heard that an immortal from outer space came, so I asked you to compose a song along with the clouds."

Ling Batian was happy, he immediately lowered his body and flew towards the peach forest.

When he landed in front of the Peach Blossom Forest, a burst of fragrance assaulted his nose. He felt refreshed and his previous worries vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, the peach trees in front of him started to move. Ling Batian was shocked. He saw the peach trees suddenly move to the sides, opening up a wide path.

The end of the road led to the hut.

A white shadow flew out from the thatched cottage and transformed into a few figures on the main road. Its speed was shockingly fast, Ling Batian only felt a white shadow flash past and a red-faced old man with white hair and white clothes appeared in front of him. The old man was bent over with his small eyes curiously looking at him, his red face was only a few centimeters away from his own face.

Ling Batian was scared when he saw the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him. He subconsciously took a few steps back, and a cold wind blew behind him. Ling Batian's back was covered in cold sweat; if this man wanted to kill him, based on the speed he displayed just now, he wouldn't even know how he died.

There was no end to cultivation. It could be said that there was a sky above a sky, and there was always a person beyond a person.

"Are you a god?" The white-haired old man asked Ling Batian.

"I'm not an immortal. I'm a magus." Ling Batian felt that this old man had no ill will towards him, so he was relieved and answered.

"Not a deity? Then how can you fly? " Old Bai suddenly jumped up and pointed at Ling Batian as he asked.

"I am a mage, and that is only a magic flight." Ling Batian explained.

"Mage?" What was that? What was magic? It sounds like fun. " The old man suddenly quieted down and muttered to himself.

Ling Batian sighed in his heart. He was just like him, a white-haired old man who walked alone. Ling Batian felt that this old man was his best friend.

"How long have you been living in seclusion here?"

"Ah?" How many years? "Hmm …" "I calculated it. Although my memory is poor, I remember that I am 423 years old this year. I have been in this mountain for a whole 100 years."

"Alright, then from now on, I'll call you brother. How about I be your brother?" Ling Batian couldn't help but say.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Bai jumped up again and suddenly appeared in front of Ling Batian. He looked at Ling Batian in disbelief and asked, "Kid, how old are you? Why did you call me Brother if you didn't call me Senior?"

"I'm already 500 years old this year. If I don't call you brother, could I call you brother?" Towards this white haired old man, Ling Batian felt that there was no need to keep his real age.

"What?" The old man asked Ling Batian with his eyes wide open, "You said you're 500 years old? Then why are you so young, ah … Could it be that you've broken through? "

The old man's body began to tremble slightly.

Ling Batian sighed, shook his head and said, "No, it went down."

"Down? That's impossible, the drop in the Cultivation Level also allowed him to regain his youth. If he could really exchange the Cultivation Level for his youth, this old man would be willing as well … Brother, quickly tell me, how did you do it? " The old man grabbed Ling Batian's shoulders with both hands and asked anxiously.

"Sigh, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I really don't know what's going on either." Ling Batian was also helpless. He didn't know why, but after he transmigrated into another world, he regained his youth.

"Ah, why don't you know? "Then how did you recover your youth?"

"I don't know what's going on either. When I was cultivating, Hou Hou suddenly lost consciousness and passed out. When I woke up, it was like this. " Ling Batian shrugged helplessly.

The old man frowned and sighed.

"After living for so many years, your life and death are long gone. I am only interested in the matter of you regaining your youth. Sigh … Come, come, brother, let's talk inside. " The white-browed old man shook his head and dragged Zuo Fei's hand into the hut.

The two of them acted as if they had met their best friend and chatted for a long time. Before they knew it, it was already dark.

The old man's name was Gu Tong, and he was truly an old fart. His martial arts were superb, and he was ranked at the peak of heaven level, just a step away from entering the Heavenly Dao Level, shattering the void.

Gu Tong was also known as a naughty kid, who swore to play all the fun in the world. He was born with a child's heart, so he entered the martial arts world and held his own in the martial arts world. The left, right, and 72 Sky Brilliance Fists he practiced were all famous martial arts in the world.

With the two of them fighting against each other, it was as if he suddenly turned into another one of himself, equivalent to two against one. Later on, he heard from Gu Tong that he had learned the four limbs fight technique and, as the name implies, he also practiced the left and right side fight technique. This was equivalent to four against four enemies, so it was called the four limbs fight technique.

To this Gu Tong, Ling Batian's evaluation was: Do not lose the heart of a child, do not understand the worldly wisdom. Gu Tong lived a carefree life and played with almost everything in the world. He was over four hundred years old, yet he did not die. When he cultivated to the peak of Heaven Level, he had a long lifespan, high spirits, harmonious body and mind.

Although the Nine Yin Scriptures he cultivated could not be considered a top grade cultivation technique, it was still considered a top grade cultivation technique. Gu Tong was able to rely on the Nine Yin Scriptures to cultivate to the peak of the heaven level, so his talent was definitely the key, but the key was still his indolent heart, carefree and carefree.