Huang Fuyuan stepped forward, and the folding fan was clicked with one hand, and his eyes were full of anger.

The old man smiled indifferently and said, "What, am I wrong? You are just a trace of resentment between the two of us, floating in this world, if it wasn't for him back then, how could you be now." ”

"No, I'm me!" the old man's words seemed to uncover Huang Fuyuan's scar, he took two steps back, roared loudly, as if he had never had such a gaffe, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out.

"It's nothing, but you still want to control the world, pitiful, ridiculous, pathetic!" the old man sighed one after another, shaking his head in regret.

"Shut up, what do you mean!" Every word of the other party was like a sharp knife, poking him in the heart, and the knife was bloody.

"Come and help me, if you help me, I will make you the real you, **, not bound by anyone!" Huang Fu Yuan's reaction seemed to be under the control of the old man, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, staring at Huang Fu Yuan.

"Help you? Is there a difference between helping him and helping you? You are all one, and I am also a part of you! Is there a difference between the three of us?" Huang Fuyuan didn't understand what the other party meant, frowned, and asked loudly.

The old man shook his head, walked under the tree, stretched out his hand to conjure a rattan chair, then lay on it, closed his eyes, and said leisurely: "I am good, he is evil, you are resentful, although they are all from one, but the Tao is destined to be different, although returning to the original body is also my goal, but that is just what I did in order to completely destroy him." ”

"Since you will destroy him, then why should I believe that you will let me go?" Huang Fuyuan said.

"Hehe, would you rather believe in evil thoughts than believe me? The rattan chair swayed back and forth, and the old man seemed to enjoy it, and his voice seemed a little floating.

"It's all the same use, what's the difference?" there seemed to be a hint of loneliness in Huang Fuyuan's voice.

"Of course, you have to bet, bet on the odds, bet on who I will keep with him. The old man opened his eyes and looked at Huang Fu Yuan, although his eyes still did not fluctuate, Huang Fu Yuan seemed to feel an invisible pressure, which was more heavy and powerful than when he faced the Nine Palace Dao people.

"Who to trust, who to help?" Huangfu Yuan was stunned in place, he didn't know, as the old man said, the three of them belonged to the Nine Palaces Daoist, the body was destroyed under the Heavenly Tribulation, only the soul remained, and the two thoughts of good and evil did not agree and decomposed, leaving resentment between heaven and earth, and later was accepted by the evil thoughts, that is, the Nine Palaces Daoist in the Heavenly Spirit Palace, using great divine powers to give himself this body, but to be driven by him for a thousand years, although on the surface he moved freely, but in fact he was still bound by him, even if he had his own ideas, he could not implement them, and every qiē was under his control。

"I know your concerns. The old man stood up from the rattan chair, put his hand on the top of Huang Fuyuan's head, and gently flicked his fingers like a withered branch, and took out a crystal silk thread from the top of Huang Fuyuan's head.

"This is?" Huang Fuyuan looked at the crystal silk thread in the old man's hand, his eyes widened, and he seemed to feel that the sense of restraint in his heart disappeared.

"That's my promise that from today onwards, you can act according to your will. The old man had a faint smile on his lips