Chapter 333: Xianzun, 62

In a whisper, his first time to himself, to his death in the end, his whole mood.
Feng Yu sealed Su Yan's body in a huge ice cellar.
She was given a pill that could make the body immortal.
He held her just so day by day, day by day.
It's sick, crazy, crazy.
Su Yan was floating in the air and accompanied him, listening to what he said, watching his desperate madness.
The expression on her face didn't fluctuate, but sometimes, her hand was gently clasped, then loosened, and sometimes clenched.
This company is a hundred years.
In the fifth year.
Some people in the world of cultivating immortals have rumored that there is a magic pill that gathers the souls of thousands of people for refining, using the blood of thousands of people as a guide, which has the effect of reviving the dead. "
And this word reached Feng Yu's ears.
Since then, the entire world of immortality has ushered in a hundred years called a dark disaster.
The souls of these ten thousand people have requirements, and they must be cultivation bases of Jin Dan stage or higher.
What kind of scene is purgatory on earth?
What is the scene of experiencing unprecedented joy first and then experiencing hellish suffering?
In the tenth year, a cultivation technique appeared in the world of immortality.
It can quickly improve the cultivation base, allowing the immortal cultivator who has just started to enter the golden core stage within three years.
And this exercise has no side effects.
Started with the first person to try and found that there were no side effects, to the second, third, and fourth.
Now that there is a shortcut, who wants to practice for decades?
Soon, the entire cultivating world seemed to fall into a state of fanaticism.
This state lasted for five years.
In the fifteenth year, the disaster in the world of immortality has come.
Those who practiced this kind of exercises died one after another.
The method of death was almost the same, all of them were dug to death.
Things like this make people panic.
But the number of cultivators continues to increase.
Ten years have passed, another decade has passed, and another decade has passed.
When it was the sixtieth year, Feng Yu finally collected tens of thousands of golden pills.
Feng Yu at this time has long since disappeared from the extinction and coldness.
He took off the white coat.
He was dressed in black, obviously still that face.
Obviously he was still that person, but sixty years later, Feng Yu was cruel and cruel. Even if he was smiling, his calves would tremble and he didn't dare to take a step closer.
At this time, the Demon Cult had fallen into his hands.
With an absolutely arrogant attitude, unlimited expansion.
Demon repair, clean repair, no matter what kind of exercises you cultivate, as long as you are not in the demon sect, kill.
No one dared to take a step closer within ten meters of where Feng Yu stood.
His master once said that if one day he fell into a demon, it would be a disaster in the world of immortality.
Looking now, his master was really right.
He is a disaster, wherever he goes, there is a river of blood.
When it's the hundredth year.
Thousands of golden pills and thousands of people's apex blood have been gathered.
He used the painstaking efforts of thousands of people to make medicine and refine them with ten thousand golden pills.
It's crazy.
The day of refining medicine.
It turned out to be a catastrophe.
After all, such a brutal existence that violates the way of heaven is absolutely intolerable.
Regardless of him, he used himself to fight against the catastrophe.
For Yu Fengyu, it doesn't matter if you die or live.
Su Yan is dead, so he has nothing to miss in this world.
The soul-shaped Su Yan followed Feng Yu, witnessing his madness, killing, and madness step by step.