Bang!

That is, as soon as the man said that Meng Fan was going to sacrifice something next, a thunderbolt slashed down from the sky, almost slashing at Xiaoxi, who ignored the thunder.

The celestials secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The immortality ceremony has already officially begun, and outsiders cannot intervene, and if Xiaoxi attacks him, he will inevitably be punished by thunder.

"Meng Fan, this seat remembers that you are sincere in entering the immortal realm, and you will give you two more chances. The celestial's voice hardened slightly, "If you can't sacrifice twice and can't get the deity out of the Immortal Tower, then you will fail to enter the immortal life, let's start!"

climbed the altar, sacrificed the senses, and failed to enter the quasi-immortality.

Meng Fan put his hand on the altar and muttered, "This time, I sacrifice my ...... Bad luck, bad luck of the road!"

As soon as the words came out, the three celestials were stunned at the same time.

What is this thing?

There was a hum from the altar, and another picture appeared.

In the night, on a winding mountain road, a dilapidated van is jolting awkward, and a young man sits in the passenger seat, his tired face reflected in the window, and the driver has a cigarette in his mouth...... It was the scene when Meng Fan returned to the village.

Then the van was hit by twin brake lights.

The pillar died tragically.

Meng Fan hugged the paper figure, and the ghost pushed open the door of the house......

Later, he was confronted with a dried corpse.

Encounter the old fairy in the crack and fight with the ghost general......

Until the recent life and death catastrophe, lying in Aunt Dou's house, unable to speak, he was carefully taken care of by Yu Yanshan, and was carried away and buried by the villagers......

Meng Fan's cruel experience of cultivating all the way was presented on the altar, which can be described as fearless in life and death, strong and unyielding, much more bumpy than those who were raised in the greenhouse, in the process of displaying, it seemed to trigger the resonance of the thunder in the air, the thunder kept rolling, and the rumbling sound was bursting, as if to prove that Meng Fan was indeed qualified to enter immortality, and there was no monk in the world who was more tenacious than his cultivation heart.

"How many times did he almost die?"

"I don't count. ”

"If you were another monk, I'm afraid you would have been discouraged a long time ago, right?"

"It's almost human nature to seek good fortune and avoid risks. ”

"This kid is very smart, he said that he was sacrificing and destroying luck, but in fact, he sacrificed the unyielding will of the Dao, and obviously understood the reason why I sat in the Immortal Tower, and its true meaning was not to test and temper the monk's Dao heart and Dao will? Isn't this also the will of the Heavenly Dao? Otherwise, the thunder would have abnormal movements? This kid's cultivation process is not easy, and it is remarkable. ”

"I should be able to pass this time. ”

"Yes. ”

The two onlookers chatted in a low voice, looking at the tumbling thunder, and bowed their heads several times.

But the thunderous movement is really because of Meng Fan's cultivation experience?

Perhaps part of the reason is this.

Meng Fan also knew another part of the reason.

At the beginning of the picture, the thunder didn't react at all, but when the picture showed that Meng Fan took out the Tiangang Annihilation Divine Dao Sutra from the Qiankun space for the first time, the thunder rolled over and over, and the strange thing was that as soon as the Dao Sutra came out, the picture blurred, as if it was disturbed by a powerful force, making people unable to see the true face of the Dao Sutra.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, you must find out the origin of that sutra. ”

Meng Fan looked at the dilapidated Immortal Building, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This kid is indeed very good, and his experience is definitely qualified for immortality. "The celestial man in charge of the first floor of immortality, his mind was connected to the immortal altar, and he was touched far more deeply than the two celestials who were watching, Meng Fan's cultivation experience made him feel as if he had experienced it himself, and he had to admit that Meng Fan was strong and excellent, and even almost stood up and walked out of the immortal building to grant Meng Fan the immortal talisman, but when he thought of the various humiliations he received on Meng Fan, he still held back, his face was gloomy, and he said against his will, "You can't enter immortality this time!"

As soon as the words came out, Meng Fan didn't react yet, but the other two celestials couldn't help but speak.

"Why?"

"The path of cultivation is already difficult, which monk is easy to cultivate? If every monk uses this method to come here to make sacrifices, won't everyone have to enter the realm of immortality? In my opinion, this kind of sacrifice is similar to complaining, and the pattern is small to make people laugh, too superficial, and cannot enter immortality!"

"Can't be changed?"

"It can't be changed. ”

The heavenly man then said sharply: "Meng Fan, there is still one more chance, you have to seize it!"

The creek walked again.

Qi Lin'er was a little angry.

Meng Fan shook his head towards the stream, pressed his hands the altar, and didn't say anything, there was a picture on the ground in front of the altar!

The two celestials looked over curiously.

Are you already discouraged and disappointed?

Don't even say what the sacrifice is?

The picture presented this time is extremely gentle, under the sun, the fence wall courtyard, Meng Fan pushed open the courtyard door, Xiaoxi stood in front of the door of the house, and smiled gently at Meng Fan......

"I should have given up on immortality. ”

"Yes, Heavenly Dao dislikes the red dust of monks sacrificing the most. ”

When the two celestials saw the picture, they chatted softly.

The celestial man sitting in the ruined immortal building, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of pleasure, this is exactly what he wants to see, what is the use of Meng Fan no matter how unyielding, it is not a random sacrifice that has been tortured by him.

This kind of sacrifice is even more ridiculous!

But the picture slowly became gloomy, as if a layer of hoarfrost was attached.

The crack in the Pig's Trotter Mountain diffused with cold air, and a carrion corpse came out, put on the human skin of a little widow, and began to absorb the essence and yang qi of the villagers, Meng Fan grabbed the carrion corpse, and let the carrion take him to the crack, and then it didn't come out, Xiaoxi was so anxious at home that his eyes were red, and he walked to the crack, and walked to a parting of life and death.

The creek was covered with charms, and it walked firmly through the cracks.

The celestial beings sitting in the ruined immortal building, their minds connected to the altar, and a layer of frost appeared on their hair!

The creek takes every step in the cracks.

His heart trembled.

The heart is like a knife, and the feeling is like a shadow.

When Xiaoxi's body was frozen and stopped, his breath disappeared, as if he was dead, Xiaoxi finally walked to the depths of the crack, and when he saw Meng Fan, he let out a long breath, and suddenly understood why the creek in front of the Changsheng Building had a problem with his soul......

Then Xiaoxi saved Meng Fan, and a warmth swelled up in his heart.

I don't know how many years I have been sitting in Changsheng Building, but I have never had this wonderful feeling.

Tianren sighed secretly: "The most touching thing in the red dust is love!"

The picture is constantly changing, Xiaoxi is getting weaker and weaker, and finally went to Huyang City with Meng Fan, Meng Fan took her shopping, she was reluctant to buy even the cheapest clothes, Tianren felt a pain in her heart, and she couldn't wait for Meng Fan to rob her of the entire clothing store, but people worked hard for you!

"Hmm, how could I have such a thought?" the celestials' eyelids trembled in surprise.

The picture shifted to the movie theater again, when Xiaoxi was about to fall asleep, snuggled in Meng Fan's arms, grabbed Meng Fan's sleeve tightly, looked at Meng Fan's face, tried to open his mouth, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said: "Meng Fan, we will not swerve until death!"

The celestial's eyes suddenly moistened.

The brook finally closed its eyes.

Meng Fan hugged Xiaoxi, patted her back gently, bit her lip hard, and didn't cry, but after a while, Meng Fan suddenly raised his head, breathed heavily, and finally couldn't hold it back, tears poured out like a, and the heart-rending resounding throughout the world......

Determined not to let Meng Fan enter the immortal celestials, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails were embedded in the flesh, he whimpered in his throat, and burst into tears in an instant!

Celestial, cry!

(End of chapter)