What is it to judge whether a person is alive or dead?

Signs?

If life and death are determined by physical signs, then why are so-called vegetative people usually referred to as dead people?

Spiritual?

If life and death are determined by spirit, then why is there such a thing as the walking dead?

When judging a person's life and death, we usually judge it by the soul.

What is a soul?

Able to think, to judge, to make decisions.

Han Feiyu was afraid of death, especially after his father's death, he was even more afraid.

He was afraid that the justice of the Han family would be unsolicited, and he was afraid that Jingyue would cry sadly when he learned of his death, but what he was most afraid of was that his mother and sister would have no one to take care of.

So he can't die, and he can't let Zhu Yan's soul awaken at this moment.

He subconsciously took a step back.

Yan put his hand on Han Feiyu's shoulder, "What are you hesitating about?"

Han Feiyu stared at the mountain deadly, "I can't go there. ”

Yan smiled, "I have all my skills on the Holy Mountain, and if you don't want to go to that place, how can I give you the creation?"

Han Feiyu hurriedly shook his head, "Then I don't want it." ”

Don't want it?

Even with the detachment of the dead, he was a little stunned.

As the first batch of modern powerhouses since the Father Saint opened the heavens, he can be called the world's top in both bloodline and collection realm, how many people in the world can refuse this kind of creation? How many people dare to refuse?

Han Feiyu nodded hurriedly, "Yes, don't want it." ”

Yan's expression calmed down, "You really don't want it?"

Han Feiyu replied seriously: "I really don't want it." ”

Yan frowned and said, "Why not?"

Han Feiyu looked at the magma mountain with palpitations, "I'...... There was a bad feeling. ”

The frowning brow still did not unravel, "Tell me about it?"

Han Feiyu just wanted to speak, but suddenly remembered the conversation between Xinsheng and Zhu Yan, and hurriedly stopped, "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

Yan's brow furrowed a little more, "You guy just said...... What does it mean to spy on the heavens or something?"

Han Feiyu's eyes rolled, "There is a saying in our place, which is called Heavenly Secret must not be revealed. ”

Yan slapped Han Feiyu on the back of the head, "What are you giving me haha?"

Han Feiyu was so painful that he almost burst into tears, covering the back of his head and looking at Yan with a puzzled expression.

It was a deep mystery just now, but now it is suddenly so exciting, such a change is really a bit confusing.

There is a feeling that the gods have suddenly descended to the earth.

He scolded, "What are you looking at?"

Han Feiyu said, "Why did you suddenly hit someone?"

Death's anger went up two points, "Hit you, I want to kill you right now!"

Han Feiyu's tone also jumped a little with the anger of the dead, "Why?"

Yan rubbed his chin, "I've been sitting here for 10,000 years, and finally I have waited for a suitable successor, you actually want to run? What's more, the inheritor of the fire spirit seed is not greedy when he sees the creation I left behind?"

Han Feiyu muttered: "This kind of thing always has to be happy with each other, I don't agree, do you still have to buy and sell?"

The word "mutual affection" was not very suitable for this place, but Han Feiyu couldn't think of any other more suitable words in a hurry.

Death suddenly laughed.

Han Feiyu looked at him vigilantly, "What are you laughing at? ”

Yan's smile froze, and he blew his beard and glared angrily.

Han Feiyu took two steps back, and he was about to anoint the soles of his feet.

If you don't slip away now, when will you wait?

As soon as I turned my back, there was an extra hand on my shoulder.

The sound of death came from my ears.

"Don't you want to know why I'm smiling so much?"

A strong force came from the hand on his right shoulder, and Han Feiyu rose into the air before he could react.

All that was left in the air was a series of screams and the splash of the lava lake.

Yan looked at the place where Han Feiyu fell, and touched his chin, "How many steps can this kid open?"

The magma lake suddenly sounded with a splash, and Han Feiyu's head came out from below.

"Are you sick? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

"Danger?" said Grim Man nonchalantly.

Han Feiyu said: "Don't you know how hot the magma is? Don't you know that falling from a high altitude is likely to get injured? If you know, then why do you still do this? If you don't know, then what have you lived to live for so many years?"

In the face of all Han Feiyu's dissatisfaction, Yan just grinned at the corners of his mouth.

After a while, Han Feiyu finally extinguished his anger.

"Now, you can climb the mountain and have a look. ”

Han Feiyu frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he swam towards the magma mountain with an open expression.

His expression was suddenly a little strange.

After he moved, all the liquid in the magma lake suddenly came into action, not so much that he was walking towards the magma mountain, but that the magma was pushing him towards the mountain.

At this point, even if he wanted to regret it now, he couldn't do it, and those magma wouldn't give him the slightest chance to escape.

Yan looked at Han Feiyu, who was getting farther and farther away, smiled, and his body disappeared like a mirror.

"Boy, I can only help you get here, and you have to walk alone for the rest of the way. ”

"Your talent is excellent, especially to surpass Zhu Rong back then, don't let me down. ”

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Han Feiyu rode the waves of magma, and in a short time, he climbed the peak of the fiery red body.

As he had seen before, after he stepped on this magma mountain, the mountain lava automatically separated from each other, revealing one staircase after another, and a palace rose from the hinterland of the mountain to the top of the mountain, emitting billions of light.

There are still some differences.

Han Feiyu didn't feel the vibration that it once was.

Because there were no cheers here.

The magma in the lake drained him from all life after sending him up the mountain, and it was as calm as a dead lake.

The magma on the mountain didn't move much, and the stairs were more like a mechanism.

Han Feiyu frowned, thinking to himself what this meant?

When I faced Zhu Rong back then, I showed the scene of ten thousand fires, and I couldn't wait to stick to Zhu Rong's body from now on and solidify into volcanic ash, but now I am so lazy, are you mocking me for not being as talented as Zhu Rong?

Thinking of Zhu Rong, Han Feiyu's frowning brows gradually loosened.

Delusion and Zhu Rong are more talented than talent, but he thinks more.

That man is the Fire Saint, the strongest person in the world who uses fire...... Maybe it's in the sky.

Han Feiyu stepped on the stairs and climbed up, and every time he stepped on the stairs, he felt a sense of dryness rushing into his heart.

He became more and more impatient, and the restlessness in his heart became more and more intense, but fortunately, he had already passed the test of refining his heart in the red dust, although this hot breath was heavy, it was still worse than the hatred.

Han Feiyu's face flushed, and he used the power of the spirit seed to forcibly suppress the restlessness in his body, and walked to the front of the palace.

As if feeling Han Feiyu's arrival, a burst of bells suddenly sounded in the palace, and its sound was like a big Buddha chanting and a Taoist teaching, which was quite solemn.

Han Feiyu frowned.

The pattern on the door suddenly twisted, and at first, Han Feiyu only thought it was the fluidity of the magma, but when he looked closely, he found that those changes were traceable.

Han Feiyu withdrew his hand that was about to push the door and looked at it carefully.

The pattern on the door was somewhat similar to ancient Sanskrit, and Han Feiyu couldn't understand what it meant.

All he could see was a line of words that kept running high until it stopped at the top.

Han Feiyu muttered: "Zhu Rong God is mysterious, and Death is also mysterious, and now even a door like you is mysterious, could it be that this is some kind of fire quirk?"

If this question is asked to Zhu Rong, it may be exchanged for a smile that is not salty or light, and if it is asked about the death, he may be rewarded with a burst of chestnuts by clenching his fists, but this door will not speak.

doors, will not speak.

Han Feiyu shook his head and pushed the door open.

As the door slowly opened, the scene inside became clearer.

It's a huge palace, but there are only a few dozen chairs inside.

Although it is arranged in an orderly manner from top to bottom, there is always a feeling of donkey's lips and horses' mouth.

Han Feiyu pursed his lips and stepped into the palace.

The chairs suddenly moved, as if they had taken on a soul, and a new chair suddenly appeared below them, and the chair kept going up until it replaced the top one.

Han Feiyu frowned, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The door slammed shut, Han Feiyu suddenly looked back, walked up and pushed, and found that the gate had not moved at all, as if it had been cast iron that had been burned by electric welding.

Han Feiyu was vigilant, it was a demon that something went wrong, and there must be danger behind such a treacherous thing.

"What's the matter? You've come to this point, but you're scared?"

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned and hurriedly turned his head.

Zhu Rong sat on the first chair on the right and looked at him with a light smile.

Even if there were thousands of reluctances in his heart, Han Feiyu had to admit that Zhu Rong's appearance here really fixed his heart.

There were ten million thoughts in my heart, but my mouth still hardened, "Why did you run out again?

This is temptation.

Zhu Rong is a soul and must rely on the body to survive, and since Zhu Rong's mode of existence has been determined, he must ask this question.

Zhu Rong smiled and avoided the topic, "Aren't you coming up and sitting?"

Han Feiyu frowned, looked at the chairs around him, and prepared to pick a position farthest away from Zhu Rong to sit.

He walked over to the chair and sat down with his ass up as he crossed his legs.

Then he sat down on the ground, and there was a muffled noise in the temple.

Zhu Rong laughed, "They don't dare let you sit." ”

Han Feiyu rubbed his ass and got up grinning.

"So you're going to let me sit on a fart?"

Zhu Rong Zhengse said: "I asked you to come up and sit, but you chose a low-class position, how can you blame me?"

Han Feiyu thought for a while, "Yes, no matter how I say it, I am also the one with the strongest talent in the fire system, and the seat is naturally on it." ”

He walked up to the main hall, looked at a few positions, and felt his chin and didn't know where to sit.

Zhu Rong beckoned to him, "Come here." ”

Han Feiyu touched his head and walked over, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Rong pointed to the upper left, "Why don't you try that?"

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