Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 55
The years are long, and more than a hundred years pass by in a hurry.

There are 21 reincarnations in the martial arts, and more than 100 years are enough to replace seven or eight generations.

No matter what heroes are, they can't escape the fate of being always blown away by the rain and the wind.

Only the deeds of "the white tiger kills seven times and dominates the world" have been sung continuously for more than a hundred years, making Fang Xian truly deserved and becoming a martial arts myth.

Yuanwu Kingdom, Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower.

"Flowers bloom and wither, helplessly hurt the passing of spring..."

Fang Xian lay on the soft chair and sighed faintly.

At this time, he was no longer young.

The shiny black hair turned to frosty white, and the originally energetic body became old and stooped, with wrinkles on the face and age spots.

"I'm 170 years old this year, and there's one more year... three Jiazi, is my limit?"

The great master's mental acuity allowed him to accurately grasp the time of his body's death.

This kind of sadness of watching life come to an end little by little, and the candle is ignited little by little, is definitely beyond the imagination of young people.

Even if he once beat the world!
Even though he does not have the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he is actually the leader of the martial arts alliance!
Even if he holds the supreme power, all the treasures, beauties, unique knowledge in the world...everything can be asked for, extravagant.

Now, no matter how good the wine is, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, they can't arouse the slightest interest in him.

Instead, there is a kind of desolation of "drawing the sword and looking around at a loss".

So what if his martial arts skills are invincible?Without external enemies, he can only watch his body gradually age and his energy and blood decline. I am afraid that even the white tiger at its peak will not be able to take shape, just like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

"Between life and death, there is great terror!"

"If you die on the battlefield, it's nothing, but this feeling of powerlessness is frightening..."

"Even if I have a golden finger, I'm not sure I can survive the fourth life..."

"So those wise masters in history have become dim and cruel as they age... It's not that they are really dim, but they have given up on themselves... Because even if their names last forever, in the face of death, what does it matter? It's not as if they are willful and willful. for!"

In this world, two hundred years of life is the limit!

Of course, this limit is only the most perfect theoretical state.

When Fang Xian was young, all kinds of battles, injuries... consume a lot of energy, blood and essence, which greatly reduces the lifespan of his body.

Originally, he probably only had a lifespan of about 150 years.

Even relying on the white tiger's method to absorb the essence, it was only delayed for 30 years, no amount of it would be possible!
Unless... can really break through the realm!

"It's a pity...it's impossible at all, Grandmaster is the upper limit of this world...In fact, Grandmaster's true energy cultivation is similar to Grandmaster's, but the spiritual realm is stronger, and he can achieve the unity of heaven and man. It's just a fusion of heaven and earth..."

"This is the limitation of the world. Unless one person can overthrow the world alone, there is no way to break through..."

Fang Xian got up and went to the outside world.

"Great offering!"

A deacon immediately greeted him on his knees, as if he was watching a god come down to the mortal world.

"Go outside the city, Fenglin Mountain."

Fang Xian got into the carriage and gave an order.

Now, he is the biggest enshrinement of Golden Wind and Rain Building, even the new building owner 'Yu Xiaohu' has to obey him.

On Fenglin Mountain, there is a school of red forests.

In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.

This is Yu Longjiao's grave!

This female grandmaster was older than him, so she naturally took a step ahead of him.

Today is her birthday.

Fang Xian closed his eyes, the appearance of the fairy in black clothes and snow-like feet seemed to be right in front of him.

Moreover, this female master may have had some feelings for him later, but he declined.

Not only that.

Everyone in the world knows that the former White Tiger Star Lord is now alone all his life, with no family, no wife or children, and no apprentices.

Martial arts people all say that the White Tiger Immortal Lord has no worries and no weaknesses.

But Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.

Afraid to see his wife and son die before him!
He didn't want to go through that kind of sadness and pain again.

Just like when I used to disguise myself to see off the Wang family.

The Wang family back then had already lived their lives, and now the blood was taken care of secretly by him, but in terms of affection, it was really thin, and there was not much left.

"Life, leave, die, don't..."

Fang Xian murmured, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.

Back at the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, a young man greeted him: "Grandpa!"

His sharp eyebrows and starry eyes were full of energy, and he carried a youthful vitality that even Fang Xian envied.

"Little Tiger... what's the matter?"

Fang Xian directly suppressed the darkness and jealousy in his heart, and asked casually.

"The latest information shows that the second lineage of Vatican and Taoism seems to have been born secretly... and the master of the north, Bao Shenglong, has also broken through. Maybe he wants to challenge Grandpa..."

Yu Xiaohu said worriedly.

In the past, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fang Xian, and they were all geniuses born in the martial arts world.

Then there is no more...

The reputation of the White Tiger Immortal Lord is built on the bones of the Grand Master and Grand Master.

But now, it seems that Fang Xian is old and frail. The wolf king is old, and the challenge male wolf is eager to try again.

Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the 'Northern Dragon and Southern Tiger', are the most prestigious masters of the younger generation of martial arts in Jianghu.

Now Beilong breaks through the grand master and directly overwhelms Yu Xiaohu.

"Haha... It seems that my evil reputation can no longer suppress them... Ahem..."

After Fang Xian said a few words, he started coughing and gasping.

A grand master can perfectly control himself, at least until he is 150 years old, his combat power is still [-]% of his peak.

But after the age of 160, the state has declined year by year, and began to lose control of Qi and blood, and even fell ill.

At the age of nine in 170, with one year left to go, things got worse.

"Forget it... the peace of more than 150 years must be broken. The long-term division must be united, and the long-term union must be divided. This is the law of heaven..."

Fang Xian waved his hand, making Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up and beat his back, back down: "I can't control these things, and I don't want to... As for the challenge? Let's talk about it after the letter of war is really delivered..."

Yu Longjiao never married. This Yu Xiaohu was not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he was capable and talented. With Fang Xian's help, he finally took the Golden Wind and Dry Rain Tower in his hands. If he persists for another generation, he can make it Jinfengdriyu Building is completely surnamed 'Yu'.

At this time, looking at Fang Xian's thinned and hunched back, Yu Xiaohu's expression couldn't help but be extremely complicated.

(End of this chapter)