Haoyang Immortal Lord

Sitting there for a hundred years? No. It is a hatred that has been frozen for a hundred years, torn apart for a hundred years, and burned with soul fire for a hundred years. The last perception was that the immortal light of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon-Slaying Formation turned into chains, nailing him to the cliff of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. His fellow immortals who once respected him like a god and loved him like a brother had a cold face. And the person he trusted the most - his best friend, his siblings, his only confidant on the road - Ling Wuchen, was personally sending a dagger quenched with Jiuyou Cold Poison into the core of his immortal essence. "Brother Lu, don't blame me." Ling Wuchen's voice was still gentle, but his eyes were filled with an indifference he had never seen before. "Your existence itself is a mistake." The immortal bones were broken and the soul was shattered. A generation of immortals fell due to the calculations of the person they trusted the most.