Years of chopping!

At the moment when Luan Tian's body was rolled up by the long whip, he opened his eyes angrily and used his last mana to slash at the space in front of him!

He hasn't seen enough of these pictures! In these pasts, he has too much reluctance, even if he looks at one more pair, it is enough!

With this stroke of his palm, the period of time in front of him was cut off! This is tantamount to lengthening the distance between him and the fire pit and prolonging the time he will be swept into the fire!

Time seemed to suddenly slow down at this moment, including the ghost's whiplash movements, all became like slow motion! At this moment, the eyes of the Origin Ancestor, who was sitting above the forest and had never opened his eyes, opened a slit. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Two bolts of lightning shot out from this slit, and this gaze defied the common people, causing the entire fog and cloud to shake. His gaze stayed on Luan Tian's body for a few breaths, and then he swept the four words on the tree in front of Luan Tian like lightning.

Luan Tian didn't have the heart to pay attention to this gaze, or didn't see it at all! All his mind was on the flashing pictures in front of him, and the only concern in his heart at this time:

Next to an ancient well in a small farmhouse courtyard, a ten-year-old boy was practicing boxing one move at a time, and beside him, a plainly dressed woman looked at him sternly.

Not far away, an old man with white hair leaned on a wicker chair, his kind eyes were also looking at the young man, and there was a faint smile of relief on his face covered with ravines. The young man practiced very seriously, his little face was flushed, his fists were whistling, and after a while, sweat wet his clothes.

Two hours later, the woman walked into the house, and after the boy practiced again, he wiped the sweat that kept dripping from his forehead and walked to his grandfather.

"Grandpa, what's on the other side of the mountain?"

The old man touched the young man's head, and deep lines bloomed on his face.

"On the other side of the mountain, it's the sea."

"And what about the other side of the sea?"

"On the other side of the sea, it's still the sea..."

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On a rainy night, on the top of a mountain by the sea, the young man knelt in front of a new grave, tears dried on his face, and the light of anger and perseverance in his eyes burned.

What he could not see, the phantus of the kind old man appeared above the grave, and the wind and rain swayed, and his gray hair was curled. The jet-black iron cane in his hand made him stand proudly in the wind and rain, and his figure was erect.

The old man's gaze at the young man was as kind as ever, but at this time there was some worry and heartache, and he muttered:

"Oh my God, you still have a long way to go, no matter how far you go in the future, don't forget why you set out..."

The young man could not hear these words, and he was immersed in endless grief. After a few breaths, the old man's shadow dissipated, and after a few hours, the young man turned around and galloped down the mountain...

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Outside the Qingyun Sect, a graceful purple figure accompanied the young man to sit outside the sect. Sometimes she closed her eyes to cultivate, sometimes looked into the sect, and from time to time raised her pretty face to stare at him for a while. She said to him:

"Don't worry, I'll always be with you..."

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On the bank of the cold pool, he was busy carrying water back and forth, with two huge wooden barrels in his hands, sweating profusely. She looked at his busy appearance, her face flew red, and looking at his humble appearance, she scolded him:

"Stupid..."

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In the glacial lake behind the south peak.

The young man's whole body was soaked in the icy lake water, and the old man with long eyebrows stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the young man in the lake from afar.

Suddenly there was a swirling nest in the lake, the dark clouds above the Qingyun Sect rolled, thunder and lightning were combined, the old man waved his sleeves at Tianyu, and let out a long roar from his mouth, his face was filled with a smile of relief and excitement.

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On that bloody night, the young man sat cross-legged on the stone bed of the cave, the pouring rain soaked her purple clothes, her face was full of rain or tears, and she shouted heartbreakingly in the cave:

"I'll be waiting for you right here, waiting for you to come back! January, October, a year, a decade, a hundred years!! ”

In the cave, he shed two lines of tears while sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, and in the cave next door, two lines of turbid tears also fell on a vicissitudes of life.

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In the cave behind the waterfall, a woman in white was chatting with Fan Zeng, with a faint and calm smile on the woman's face.

"Who is this woman? Could it be... ”

When this picture floated in front of him, Luan Tian frowned slightly, and muttered a sentence in his mouth, talking to himself thoughtfully.

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In the chess of the Emperor Stone, the boy has become a young man. Holding the "Moonlight Scepter", the Moon Mother was shrouded in moonlight, and she waved her staff, and a ray of moonlight shot out from the end of the staff and into the boy's body.

Yuemu said something to the young Luan Tian again, and then looked through the void and cast her gaze on a huge chessboard in the next level, and after a few glances, her figure gradually became nothingness and disappeared in place.

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Pangu waved the "Pangu Flag" to open up the world, and this time Luan Tian saw it more clearly than in the "Emperor Stone Chess"!

The clear and light rise to the sky, and the turbid and clumsy sink to the earth, but in the giant egg, Pangu is not the only one! There are also eight figures of different forms, some of them have eight arms, and some of them have feet on flames.

Among the eight figures guarding each side, Luan Tian vaguely saw a somewhat familiar figure, wasn't this the ancestor of the origin sitting above this place!!

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On the white and empty north of the snowfield, two figures snuggled. They were covered in blood and snow, and the young man had no cultivation, and the handsome woman supported him all the way to the west.

Behind them, a series of small footprints were covered in falling snow in a blink of an eye, and they supported each other and walked towards the front of their minds...

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In a secluded alley, a woman in green grabbed the ear of a young man with messy hair and walked towards the Shadow League, she kicked him from time to time, and the young man laughed all the way...

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At this time, Luan Tian's body was already very close to the fire pit, and he couldn't feel the temperature of the fire, but felt unusually cold! The picture in front of him became distorted and blurry again, and he no longer had the mana to perform the second time of the slash!

In the Qiankun Ring, his * has shrunk and only a skeleton remains, and he sees no vitality at all! At this moment, suddenly a long groan came from under the paulownia tree, and a dazzling red light came from far and near, and without waiting for everyone to see it clearly, it shot straight into the Buddha seal!

It's a fire!

Lao Pi quickly flashed his eyes in surprise and looked under the paulownia wood, and the big head that had been sleeping here was missing at this time!

Looking at the palm of the Buddha seal again, it suddenly became extremely hot, and a faint flame ignited in the palm of the palm, and the heat wave was rolling! The rolling Forgetfulness Pill in the palm of his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light at this time, and a brilliant Forgetfulness Pill was actually refined at this time!