The passage of longevity suddenly stopped, but he could clearly feel that the longevity that had been lost for seven or eight years was nowhere to be found, except for the corner of his mouth... a stream of blood continued to lie on the couch.

"Have you practiced any weird skills?" Yun Yan asked.

Zhao Yun shook his head gently. His technique was taught by the Moon God, so there would be no problem.

"This is strange." Wu Xuantong touched his chin.

It's really weird that life span goes by without any reason.

Many elders came on stage and surrounded Zhao Yun, scanning him up and down.

When we arrived, we didn’t even see why.

"It's weird if you can tell."

The Moon God sighed, it was not that Zhao Yun was not sick, but that these mortals could not find out the problem at all, and it was still a hateful curse that had wiped out Zhao Yun's luck, and now, his longevity was targeted again.

A good fortune and a disaster.

Being cursed by God, good fortune and misfortune coexist.

"We...tried our best."

The Moon God's words were quite helpless, and it was down to her and her blessings to resist the curse. Otherwise, it would not only be as simple as losing luck and longevity, but also losing one's soul in just an instant. This is irreversible.

Yes, with their combined strength, there is no way they can extinguish the curse of God.

Zhao Yun sat down, closed his eyes and crossed his legs.

The incident happened so quickly that I was not only caught off guard, but also confused.

The elders and disciples around were also scratching their heads as to which song they were singing.

"Don't bother him."

Bai Xuanshi flicked his hand and drew a circle of light, surrounding Zhao Yun.

Although he looked worried on the surface, he was secretly happy in his heart. It would be better if this kid died.

Like him, Jin Xuanzhong's gang of spies were also secretly laughing. If Ji Hen died suddenly on the spot, it would be a great joy, and it would save the trouble of cleaning up in the future. There are too many monsters in this era, and strangulating the cradle is a sign. If

Someone like Ji Hen will definitely be a disaster in his lifetime.

"What?"

When Wu Xuantong yelled, he was scolding the disciples on the ladder to heaven.

Something happened to Ji Hen, and those people no longer climbed the ladder to heaven. They just looked around, their eyes round and round, as if they had forgotten that they were still on the ladder to heaven. Time passed minute by minute and there was a time limit.

"continue."

Too many disciples stood up and temporarily put aside their distracting thoughts.

The sound of banging came soon after, and the entire ladder shook. There were too many people, more than any previous year. It was Yang Xuanzong's great courage that gave everyone a chance.

In the circle of light, Zhao Yun was speechless.

As his life span passed, his black hair was no longer so pure, and became more mottled, like a work of art, stained with flaws that could not be wiped away, and there were also wisps of filthy air all over his body, as if

All these strange changes were looming, making all the elders present puzzled.

“Only by never forgetting your original intention can you succeed.”

Somewhere in the air, something like this seemed to resound in his mind.
Chapter completed!