Chapter 13: A Thousand Years of Loneliness, the End
"roar!"
Under the thunderclouds, Lu Chen's body was wrapped in a water-blue spiritual power, transforming into a ferocious, semi-illusory dragon.
Not only was the dragon lifelike, but its scales also emitted little golden glow, just like a real dragon emerging from the sea.
Lu Chen's real body is located at the head of the dragon. Holding a sword, he carries the power of the dragon and faces the thunderclouds above his head.
Almost at the same time as the shadow of the dragon rose into the air, the power of thunder accumulated in the thunderclouds also fell down.
Boom! The violent thunder collided with Lu Chen's aqua-blue dragon, and was dispersed by the dragon in an instant.
The light produced by the explosion instantly made the underground mausoleum as bright as day, which was very dazzling.
When the light faded, the aqua-blue dragon had already broken through the thunderclouds and rushed towards Ye Chenglin below with its invincible posture.
In this regard, Ye Chenglin not only did not give up, but started drawing talismans again.
These talismans surrounded him and soon formed black and gold talisman barriers.
But these talisman barriers failed to stop the ferocious water-blue dragon.
The moment the two sides collided, these talisman barriers shattered like glass.
Looking at Lu Chen who broke through the shield and attacked him fiercely.
There was no fear of death in Ye Chenglin's eyes, but rather an indescribable relief.
It was as if he had been waiting for the day on purpose.
Phew!
When the dust settled, the magic sword in Lu Chen's hand pierced Ye Chenglin's chest and pierced his heart.
The iron-skinned and bronze-boned body of the Foundation Establishment Stage Dharma Corpse was ultimately unable to withstand Lu Chen's realm-breaking swordsmanship.
Ye Chenglin looked down at the magic sword that pierced his chest, his eyes gradually becoming dim.
Feeling the vitality slowly disappearing from my body...
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Chenglin suddenly heard a long-lost voice in his ears.
"Xiao Lin, I told you to practice hard but you didn't listen. You always went down the mountain to drink. Now you're suffering, aren't you?"
Ye Chenglin raised his head and found that his master, Taoist Duofu, and many of his senior brothers and sisters appeared beside him quietly.
"Master, please stop talking. My junior brother has been killed by a sword, and you are still gloating over his misfortune. Is there any master like you?"
Senior Brother Wan Fufeng, who was honest and warm-hearted, took the initiative to step forward and said a few good words for Ye Chenglin.
When Ye Chenglin first started practicing, it was his senior brother who taught him many principles of cultivation.
"Okay, okay, Xiaolin may be playful, but he worked hard afterwards. He lost this time, but he can just win again next time."
The second senior sister of Wan Fufeng put her long hair behind her ears and spoke softly.
In response, Taoist Duo Fu laughed and scolded, "Just spoil him. If this kid had been able to control his temper, he wouldn't have died so early without even forming a pill."
"It's really embarrassing to tell others about it. You are a true disciple of Wan Fu Peak, but you were buried with a group of ordinary disciples. You really gave me face."
Facing Taoist Duofu's scolding, Ye Chenglin was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed happily.
Just as he smiled, his eyes gradually became moist.
He looked at Taoist Duo Fu and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, it is I, your disciple...who has embarrassed you."
Hearing this, Taoist Duo Fu, who had been scolding him before, immediately slapped him on the head with the whisk in his hand and said in dissatisfaction: "Shameful? Your master doesn't feel ashamed."
"Except for you, who else can endure this loneliness for a thousand years and stay here silently all the time?"
Taoist Duofu said this as he squatted down and touched his head kindly.
"You have never brought shame to our Wanfu Peak. You make me prouder than anyone else."
Hearing this, Ye Chenglin felt relieved, and finally said out the words that had been accumulating in his heart for a thousand years.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm so tired, really so tired."
"Next time, next time I will definitely listen to you, practice well, and never make you angry again."
"But this time, please allow me to be willful. I really...can't hold on any longer."
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
Ye Chenglin's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head slowly drooped.
Taoist Wan Fu looked at him and said softly, "Go to sleep, have a good sleep, you have suffered so much over the years."
Ye Chenglin did not respond, because he was completely silent at this time.
The loneliness that lasted for a thousand years finally came to an end today.
Qingyun Sect, the 70th generation disciple of Wanfu Peak, Ye Chenglin, died.
"Congratulations to fellow Daoist on his ascension."
Lu Chen looked at the dead Ye Chenglin and bowed respectfully.
Today, Lu Chen no longer regards "Real Cultivation of Immortality" as a game.
Whether it is the nearly real experience, or the connection between the in-game cultivation and reality.
Rather than saying this is a game, it’s better to say that this is a real world.
Somewhere he didn't know, Qingyun Sect and Ye Chenglin should have really existed.
Therefore, facing such a person who can keep his promise and guard the sect's tomb even after his death.
Lu Chen admired the other party from the bottom of his heart, and he thought that the other party was worthy of his respect.
As the battle ended, the entire underground mausoleum fell completely silent.
Lu Chen looked at his bloodstained arm and the constant severe pain in his body, and whispered: "The Dragon Roar Sky Breaking Strike is still a bit too much for me now."
"After this sword strike, not only were more than half of the meridians in my body damaged, but my spiritual power was also completely consumed."
"In the future, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to use this magical power. Water Dragon Song should be able to solve most problems."
That’s right, although Lu Chen has now merged Water Dragon Chant and Sharp Technique into a new magical skill.
But this does not mean that Water Dragon Chant and Sharp Technique have disappeared.
In a sense, Dragon Roar Breaking Sky Strike can be understood as a combination of Water Dragon Roar and Sharp Technique.
He can still perform the Water Dragon Chant and Sharp Technique normally.
After all, he cultivated these two skills bit by bit.
Even though these two skills were combined into a new skill, Lu Chen's understanding of them still existed.
Nature can be freely expressed.
[You defeated the Foundation Establishment Corpse·Ye Chenglin, you gained 3000 experience points, you gained Soul Crystal Fragment (Green)*1, you gained the Ten Thousand Symbols True Solution·Fragment*1, you gained the Special Tomb Key*1]
[Current experience value: 12150]
Looking at the information on the game panel, Lu Chen felt as if the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was finally visible.
I have suffered so much and died so many times.
He finally broke through the 10,000 experience point mark.
It is also time to raise the level of Zixia Health Preserving Exercise.
Real Immortal Cultivation, add points! [You consumed 9999 experience points, and the Zixia Health Preservation Technique was upgraded to 'Breakthrough'...]
[Zixia Health Preservation Technique (Full): Breakthrough]
[Effect: Purple Cloud Body Refining, can extend lifespan by 500 years, increase upper limit of spiritual power by 10,000 points, obtain Purple Cloud Divine Fire]
(End of this chapter)
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