At the same time, on this end of the world, like a sharp sword, there indeed lived such a lonely old man. He was past the age of sixty, with white hair and gray hair on his temples.

The old hands are covered with calluses, the face is weathered, fate is ruthless, and time is not forgiving. The old man's strong body and bones now only leave more signs of fatigue and aging.

This old man has been alone all his life. No one has ever been to Haiya, and he has never been visited by anyone. He has been alone from beginning to end. During these years of living in Haiya, his black hair, which used to be somewhat handsome, has become so handsome.

As white as snow, the gray hair on the temples hangs down on the shoulders.

At dawn, the elderly will wake up naturally. Although there is no sound of roosters crowing to remind them to get up early, there is no sound of cuckoos on the edge of the cliff.

But relying on the habit developed by the old man over the years, he would get up early on time every day when it was just dawn. After standing in the house tidying up for a while, he would pick up a sickle and walk out of the Miaomiao House.

Specifically looking for the cracks in the cliffs, and then using the sickle brought from the house to knock into the cracks. From time to time, there will be the sound of the sickle rubbing against the stone, and occasionally one or two drops of sparks will fly out.

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The old man didn't care about any of this. He just stared at the stalagmites in the cracks.

This is the only dish for the old man at noon and evening. In the morning, he usually doesn't eat vegetables and just drinks two bowls of porridge. Therefore, after drinking a few bowls of porridge, he drags his somewhat elderly figure and limps out of the door.

Digging stalagmites everywhere.

After living in Haiya for decades, many of the cliffs near Miaomiao House have been searched clean by the old man.

Once you dig out the stalagmites, you can only go a little further away. My legs and feet are not very fast, so just going back and forth like this, a whole afternoon passed.

For an old man who has stayed here for so long, time is unknown to him. Day after day, year after year, he has already forgotten time.

The old man living in Miaomiao House has no thoughts about a better life.

Today I brought home more stalagmites than usual, and there was a slight smile on the corner of the old man's shriveled mouth.

After returning home, I placed the stalagmites on one side of the house, then went to find a basin to collect water from the spring outside the house. After receiving the water, I peeled the stalagmites and washed them.

Then the old man started to be in a hurry. He was busy lighting the fire and putting the bamboo shoots into the pot. He was going back and forth. Sweat poured down on the old man's cool and thin clothes. The old man did everything by himself. There was no one else.

He had to do it, and no one came to help him. Fortunately, the old man did not lament the sadness and was happy with the daily busy work.

After lunch, the old man was lying on a bamboo chair that he had woven by himself. It looked like he had been there for many years and was shabby.

The chair would also make a squeaking and trembling sound. I was really afraid that the chair would break accidentally and the old man who was already asleep on the bamboo chair would fall to the ground and end up sleeping outside the Miaomiao House.

The sunshine at the end of the sea shone faintly on the old man's face. The old man who had fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. His eyes were hollow and bottomless, but there was a trace of scarlet color reflected in the old man's eyes.

He's going to start acting like a monster.

go Ape!

At this time, the old man's whole body was filled with an indescribable explosive power. He was completely different from his old body at dawn, as if he was a different person.

Some of the shriveled mouths suddenly opened and let out a long roar. There was actually a Qi in the body that only a monk could have, wandering around the limbs of the sleepless old man, and then it became extremely violent.

The old man's momentum soared. He first stopped at the realm of the three orifices, and then a loud sound in his body broke through the bottleneck of the three orifices and went straight to Ta Xuan... The momentum was still rising. No one knew how high this lonely old man would climb.

realm.

But the figure of the old man was like a thunderbolt at this moment. With a slight movement of his feet, he came to a forest near Miaomiao House. The wind was biting and his energy increased greatly.

As he becomes increasingly unconscious, he sees the bamboo forest as an individual, and deserves to die!

The scarlet eyes became more and more blood-red, seeing broken bamboo and broken ground.

After half a cup of tea, the old man had already penetrated the stone forest, and hundreds of strands of his own energy were shaking everywhere in the destroyed stone forest.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, the green bamboo was smashed into countless pieces by the old man's broad palm. Even the bamboo stem was not spared and it was simply cut into eight pieces.

In these forest areas of the Stone Forest, there are countless pits and pits. There are at least hundreds of pits that are more than three feet deep into the ground by the lonely old man who was unconscious.

The old man's white hair is moving wildly with the residual power of his Qi. He is really ferocious. He has the power to kill people on sight and kill Buddhas when he meets Buddha. If anyone here dares to touch this old man's bad luck, I'm afraid

I don’t know how he died.

With the destruction of the stone forest, the anger in the old man's heart seemed to be vented.

The crazily trembling old hand stopped shaking, moved his body tremblingly, and returned to the direction he came from, back to the eerily quiet Miaomiao House.

At night, the lights were turned off and night fell.

I could only see that in the dead of night, the lonely old man on Yashan was huddled in the quilt, his gray hair oozing with cold sweat, his body bones were trembling, and the bed and quilt were wet with the old man's cold sweat.

As if he was suffering from some kind of serious illness, the old man's breathing was very heavy, his breathing was very rapid, and he murmured vague words in his mouth, which seemed to be an obituary, but also seemed to be thinking about him, and he could not fall asleep for a long time.

He couldn't sleep either. Every day and every night after three quarters in the morning, the old man would suffer like this. He would become sick and uncomfortable, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, suffering from headaches, chest tightness, and indescribable sadness in his heart.

The old man endured it as always and struggled to support it. Maybe one day, the old man could no longer hold on, so he would find a quiet graveyard on Yashan Mountain, dig a hole, and put up an anonymous sign.

, he lay down and fell asleep quietly.

He never thought of asking a peerless doctor to find out what the disease was, but no one in the world dared to see him, and no one was willing to see him. As for the reason, the old man didn't say anything.

In my heart, no one knows.

Rather than being a lonely old man who no one cares about, he is more like a lonely patient who is half crazy and seriously ill. He has never thought about leaving this mountain, let alone curing his cold illness for which there is no cure. He just

Still persisting until dawn.

At dawn in the morning, the old man's illness improved slightly.

One day at a time, year after year, every day of the old man's life is fixed.

In the morning, I looked around for the stalagmites on Yafeng and prepared for my lunch.

After lunch, the old man will enter a state of murdering people and slaying Buddhas when he meets them. The birds on the seashore have already been swatted away.

Just because the old man killed like this, the living creatures on the mountain did not dare to stay any longer. Apart from his own hut, there was no longer anything worth seeing.

After three quarters in the morning, although the old man did not go crazy anymore, the root cause of the disease when he was young would make him miserable. He would get sick every night, with chills, weakness in his limbs, and difficulty breathing.

Such uncomfortable symptoms mean that they will accompany the elderly man all night, and the lonely old man will have to fight with this angina all night long.

No one cares, no one buries the grave, just sleep quietly like this.

The tip of the sea is like this, and the stone island next to the sea is even worse.

I saw that the young man Yang Shengzi was in a daze at this moment. There were strands of black aura wandering around his limbs and bones, and some even ran out and floated out in the air, making the air flow tremble.

These black auras are actually demonic auras!

Yang Shengzi is in such a state that he is half crazy and half demonic. His left eye is extremely scarlet. If you look closely, there are many bloodshot eyes accumulated under his eyelids. The young man is now trying to hold back his heart from collapse. If he collapses,

He will go crazy and create chaos.

The right eye is entangled with countless demonic energy, which seems to not only demonize this eye, but also the entire body.

The righteous path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life, and demons arise from the heart! Then not only will he go crazy, but he will also step into the path of demons and become a complete murderous lunatic. After killing people, he will explode and die.

Become a demon, forget this life, and let go of the past. From now on, demons will kill everyone, and let the endless hatred and viciousness explode!

Such a thought kept knocking at the heart of the young man, like a dull hammer that kept bombarding him. Each bombardment made his spine bend a little. Soon he was kneeling on one knee. He was about to surrender.

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Yingzi, a wild girl on the side, saw that something was wrong, and stretched out both hands to pull Yang Daxia's body by the elbow. It was so heavy, as heavy as a hill. Even though Yingzi exerted all her strength, she could not lift Daxia Yang even half an inch.

All the stone tables and benches in front of him shattered and exploded at this moment, and the demonic energy surged around. The blind strong man opposite his eyes covered with white cloth just watched quietly. Since he came to this end of the world, he should have this.

Calamity, madness or death all depend on this young man's thoughts.

The energy and spirit that this young man had worked so hard to support in the past were completely dissipated at this moment, like a puddle of cartilage.

The sky and the earth are infinite, the earth is changing, and the world of mortals is endless!

ah……!

The young man's fingers were inserted dozens of feet deep into the ground, and his fingernails were dripping with blood. His feet, which were kneeling on one knee, were already dozens of feet deep.

A deep pit appeared under his feet.

Suddenly, the plum blossoms fell in all directions, and the plum blossoms were teetering on the verge of breaking.

The endless sea was endless, the sea wind was wild, the tide rose into the sky, and a wave column appeared behind the young man and then exploded.

The body pressed by the huge mountain suddenly collapsed bit by bit in an instant.

The young man stood up.

I control my own life!

Laughing wildly between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!