You ......" Sima was about to ask, but he was suddenly enveloped by the flames rising from the ground. He struggled violently, but found that he couldn't use anything, Zhenyuan, and the weapons were all gone. At the same time, a palm stretched out from the stone pillar and grabbed him.

"Haha...... Are you ready to feel the taste of this karmic fire?" the figure squeezed Sima's neck and asked fiercely.

In the next second, Sima felt a sharp pain pass from his soul, as if the whole person had been burned to ashes, but he was still alive, and he really felt the fire. Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and a cool sensation came from his arm.

"Huh, how can this be, it can't be, this can't be. No matter what it is, don't try to stop me, don't think about it......" Feeling the karmic fire contaminated on Sima's soul gradually extinguished, the red figure roared wildly. He found that there were black lines on Sima Lu's arms, and he didn't think about it at all, a powerful energy burst out from the figure's body and rushed towards the black lines. As this energy exploded, the figure gradually blurred, and finally dissipated into the flames. And Sima felt a powerful energy surging in from his palm, and in just an instant, all the bones of his hand were crushed, and then his wrist. It wasn't until it hit the black lines on his wrist that he stopped and hit the black lines fiercely.

Sima endured the pain of shattering his bones and looked at the black lines on his arms. The four black lines that had been broken off were broken by five under this blow, and the energy slowly dissipated. Just after that energy dissipated, a powerful energy came out from the black lines on Sima's arm, and instantly traveled all over his body. The hand bones that were originally crushed were completely healed directly. At the same time, he was originally only a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, but in a short period of time, he climbed little by little. From Yuanying to the Void, and from the Void to the Heaven, it stopped. At this time, Sima had already fainted. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange space.

There was smoke all around, and what was left was a huge Bagua Formation, and above his head was a slightly smaller Bagua Formation. What made him strange was that he actually knew that this was inside the gossip of Tongtian, as if he knew it in the first place. Looking at the nine sealed black lines broken on his arm, Sima suddenly felt a sense of surprise. Feeling his own strength, a sense of pride suddenly appeared in his heart, and the world embraced him. He found that he had some more earth-based spells in his mind, and after practicing them, he thought of leaving here, looking for that person, and choosing another ending.

Tongtian gossip returned to his hands, and the array disk that was originally cracked had been restored. On the gossip mark, there was a trace of lines that he couldn't understand. Although it is not known what happened to the Bagua Disk, in short, it seems to have recovered, and it is stronger. As if sensing his thoughts, the gossip teleported him to the spirit realm. Directly through the teleportation array that has been built, there is no need to open it, he has already appeared in the spirit world. Along the way, he slaughtered and teleported to the cultivation world. It's just that what he didn't know was that a trace of black lines appeared on the gossip of Tongtian, hidden under the hexagram.

In the gossip space, Sima put on a frightened face. This face is not only beautiful, but also insulates his original aura. Following the direction of the hexagram, Sima jumped up and flew in that direction.

Tang Chao slowly opened his eyes, he felt as if he hadn't slept for a long time, let alone slept so well. Just when Xiao Xiao helped him back to his room, which had been empty for a long time, but was still spotless, under Xiao Xiao's gaze, Tang Chao closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Tang Chao got up and moved his hands and feet, and then pushed the door out. Walking slowly out of the courtyard, he felt a familiar feeling, like the boy he had been. It's just that when he stood in the square, he felt a little uneasy. Shushan, this is his home. He didn't die, he came back, and he had the strength he had envied for a long time, which should be his greatest wish. Now that wish had come true, his heart was disturbed. He didn't know where the uneasiness came from, and he couldn't suppress it. There are his parents, his sect, everything he has grown up with, but when all these are there, his heart panics.

He slowly sat down in the middle of the square, looking up at the huge stone sword in some confusion. There were disciples passing by from time to time, but they didn't bother him. They prefer to believe that this is his way of cultivating.

"Your heart is in turmoil. A deep voice suddenly sounded, right in Tang Chao's mind.

"Yes. I have fulfilled all my dreams, but I don't have the slightest sense of accomplishment, is it all a dream?" Tang Chao smiled bitterly, and then muttered to himself.

"Don't you wonder, who am I?"

"There are so many strange things that I don't have time to feel weird. I wouldn't be surprised if you said you were me. Because I don't even know who I am. Tang Dynasty slowly fell, pillowed his arms, and lay on the square.

"It doesn't matter who you are, it's who you want to be. Who you are, you can decide. ”

"I'm upset. Tang Chao sighed.

"You're upset not because you don't know who you are, it's because you can't remember what you've been through, the people who have appeared, whether there are people who are important to you. Young man, you have to remember that people are alive, and those who are important to you will always come to you. ”

"Old man, in the middle of the night, you are so foolish, okay?" Tang Chao suddenly asked.

"I heard that there is a magical doll, and it would be a shame not to come and see it. "Behind the stone sword, an old man came out. Dressed in a shabby black robe, it turned out to be the uniform of the inner disciples of Shushan. "Little doll, how did you find the old man?"

"You'd better wash and come out next time, especially your feet. Tang Chao said lightly.

"Is it so obvious?" the old man looked curious, and directly lifted his leg and sniffed. "Ahem...... the old man burst into tears, coughed, and rolled his eyes a little. In the end, he staggered to the side of Tang Chao. "This smell, it's a bit of a top. ”

Tang Chao just glanced at him, and then looked at the huge stone sword blankly.

"Your name is Tang Dynasty, and you have been a waste since you were a child. The meridians are blocked, and the dantian does not exist ......"

"What the disciples of Shushan know, are you here to help me remember?" Tang Chao asked lightly, but he still didn't move his gaze.

"What are you looking at?" asked the old man strangely.

"This sword has a breath. Tang Chao said something strange.

"Could it be that geniuses are really all madmen? The disciples of Shushan all know that this is a stone sword. Besides, the sword has a breath, could it be that your father taught you?" the old man smiled disdainfully. As soon as the words fell, the old man suddenly stepped on Tang Chao's head. Before the leg shadow arrived, a stench had already wafted over. The old man's soles passed through Tang Chao's head fiercely and stepped on the ground, and Tang Dynasty's figure gradually faded away, just an afterimage.

"Vomit ......" suddenly came from the sound of vomiting. Tang Dynasty dared to swear that he had never smelled such a stinky thing in his life. Even if Ding Wentao's poison is bad, it doesn't smell like this, not even one percent.

"Boy, good speed. The old man said with a smile at the retching Tang Dynasty, and then his figure blurred, and the sole of one foot gradually enlarged in front of Tang Dynasty's eyes.

Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty had the foresight to directly close the sense of smell, otherwise it might have one foot down. Even so, Tang Chao felt a burst of heat in his eyes. He dodged, and a ball of flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Angry slash. The Tang Dynasty burst into a shout, and the flames turned into a long sword. A fiery red sword qi suddenly shot out, and the temperature above the sword qi was so high that the surrounding space was scorched and somewhat deformed.

"Chop. The old man gathered his feet back, stretched out a hand, put his fingers together, and waved it at the sword qi of the Tang Dynasty. A white sword qi shot out from his fingertips and crashed into Tang Chao's sword qi. Just as his face showed a smug expression, he found that his sword qi was ignited. In the next second, this fiery red sword qi passed through his figure.

"Sparks burn the prairie and forge a cage. Tang Chao let out a low shout, and the fire on the long sword exploded, turning into a flood of fire. In an instant, all the sparks disappeared and reappeared already on his other side. The sparks in the sky were connected together and turned into a fire prison.

The figure of the old man appeared in the fire prison, he carried a black long sword, but did not attack, but carried the long sword, and knocked lightly on the fire prison a few times. When he heard the sound of metal crashing, the old man was shocked.

With a wave of his hand, the fiery red sword disappeared, and the fire prison surrounding the old man slowly dissipated. Tang Chao glanced at the old man, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, boy, how old are you?" the old man asked.

"One hundred, or one hundred and fifteen?" I don't know. Tang Chao said indifferently.

"Are you really a waste before you are a hundred years old?" asked the old man, still unrelenting.

"Shushan knows it. Tang Chao did not look back, but waved his hand with his back to him.

"Who you are, only you can decide. ”

"You still want to fool ......" Tang Chao stopped halfway through his speech, and he realized that the voice was not the old man's voice. Although there were many onlookers around, they were all far away. And that sentence just now seemed to ring in his ears. Tang Chao looked back at the old man sitting on the ground in contemplation, and was a little puzzled who said what he said just now. Obviously, the old man didn't have time to talk to him at all, just closed his eyes, patted his head, frowned, and had words.