The pain was encroaching on Fang Yuan, and he didn't know why. After the Spirit Eater Eye devoured the powerful power of Lady Pan's Spirit King, all kinds of illusions began to appear, like many dreams, which made him unable to wake up.

"What, isn't it painful?"

Fang Yuan looked around blankly, in fact, his consciousness was in chaos, he couldn't see anything, he asked, "Who are you?" Where is this? ”

The voice was still flat, with a hint of a smile: "Don't you hate people asking this kind of question the most, why do you still ask?" ”

"I remember you, I know who you are."

Fang Yuan's tone slowed down, he remembered, he heard who the owner of this voice was. And it is true, in today's world, who can let him fall into this situation, chaotic and confused.

Fang Yuan counted one himself, and there were those two immortals, those two immortals who appeared when Fang Yuan awakened the Boundary Breaking Evil Pupil and saw the Soul Monument, and left him two immortal weapons, which were in his Boundary Breaking Evil Pupil at this moment.

When Fang Yuan thought of this, the whole world suddenly lit up, that kind of chaos seemed to be opened up by Pangu, and the light suddenly appeared in Fang Yuan's mind. A man in a moon-white robe appeared, his hair was naturally scattered, very handsome, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, his nose was like a hanging gall, and his face was like a crown of jade, in short, he was handsome.

This was Fang Yuan's first thought, this was one of the two immortals Fang Yuan had seen, that immortal was holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and he kept spinning in his hand. The bamboo flute does not need to be blown, and when it turns, it also makes a crisp sound, which is very good.

The immortal smiled and said, "Yes, the initial contact has been established, I believe you will be able to get it right soon, how about it, do you have any favorite tunes, I will teach you?" ”

Fang Yuan looked very kind when he saw this immortal, and the other one was too, but he didn't know why he didn't appear.

He hurriedly said: "It's just that I just mastered some of it, and I don't have any special favorite tunes, if you are willing to teach, I must be willing to learn." ”

Fang Yuan asked, "Dare to ask the Immortal's surname?" ”

"Oh, my surname is Yuan, and the other one is surnamed Liu."

Fang Yuan nodded, he could finally tell the two clearly.

Yuan Xianren smiled and said, "If you want to use this flute, you also need to master some of my memories." ”

Fang Yuan didn't know why: "Your memory? ”

Yuan Xianren nodded: "Relax!" ”

A powerful stream of information entered Fang Yuan's mind, and he came to a strange world.

The red clouds hung low, and the earth was stained with blood. On the dim plain, a 900-zhang high metal mountain stands abruptly and solitary peak. The mountain was covered with blades and churning flames, and the white bones were bubbling with blue phosphorus fire.

The raging fire burning inside the mountain burned the metallic luster of the mountain into a dark red glow, and the molten slurry flowed through the cracks of the mountain, accompanied by the seeping sound of burning bones.

He has phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows, and his slender body wears a dark embroidered gold robe, isolated on the top of a high mountain. Next to it is the Xuanjin battle armor that has been taken off, and the armor is scarred, and the person who leaves every scar is enough to be proud.

His eyes as deep as the starry sky looked into the distance, his gaze was calm but could not hide the loneliness that had been hidden for many years.

Long black hair and robes dance wildly in the wind. Waves of hot air distorted the space around him, leaving him with a vague figure.

At the foot of the mountain, flags covered the sky, war horses neighed, and the ground was full of corpses. Swords, spears, swords, halberds slanted, and the fallen banners were stained red with blood, still holding high in the wind.

Ten miles away from the burning giant mountain, a crimson flag fluttered in the wind, and the word "Qin" written in thick ink, with iron painting silver hooks, jumped on the flag with the intention of killing.

Under the banner, the two of them stood on horseback.

A person in black armor holds a whip, and his cold face exudes an aura like a lion and tiger.

A person in white clothes with a sword, with a delicate face, like a good son in the turbid world, looks out of place with this Shura field.

This purgatory-like battlefield is surrounded by thousands of troops and one person!

Bai Yi opened his mouth and said: "The two battalions of the Dragon and the Tiger are not one out of ten, and they are no longer in combat strength, and the major sects have also suffered more than half of the casualties on the mountain, and the top combat strength has suffered particularly heavy losses."

He raised his head and looked at the vague figure at the top of the mountain, and could imagine how proud that person was at the top of the mountain.

In this siege, the most dazzling general since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was the commander, 100,000 iron horsemen, and masters from the palaces of various countries and most of the rivers and lakes, laying a net.

After seven days and seven nights of encirclement and interception, running for thousands of miles, a total of 10,000 elite casualties in the two battalions, and dozens of top masters were killed, finally in exchange for the closing moment.

Such a heavy price is still because the man only cared about the road and did not go on a killing spree!

Bai Yi's tone was indifferent, but his heart was far less calm than it seemed on the surface. The man standing on the top of the mountain is the existence that he looks up to and respects all his life.

The martial arts are divided into nine realms, one realm and one day. There is a polar realm above the nine realms, and the difficulty of the extreme realm is difficult to reach the blue sky.

However, above the extreme realm, there is only him!

He on the top of the mountain, to the world's warriors, is an immortal myth.

However, at this moment, he could only stand at the bottom of the mountain and be his enemy at the top of the mountain.

"It's a pity." The commander in black armor sighed lightly and also looked at the top of the mountain, but with his martial arts cultivation, he was ten miles away, and he couldn't see the figure in the heat wave on the top of the mountain at all.

"Regret what?"

"I regret this last battle, but I can't say the last word to him and see him for the last time."

"I thought it would be guilt." Bai Yi retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at the black armor commander beside him, "This battle armor ......", Bai Yi stopped talking.

"He gave it to me back then," the commander stretched out his hand to stroke the armor on his body, like a brother who depends on life and death, "your sword?" ”

Bai Yi smiled, but his smile was full of helplessness and sentimentality, "If it wasn't for the one he gave me, how could I use the sword he gave me to point at him." ”

"I wish I had died wearing the armor he gave me."

Bai Yifu turned his head to look at the vague figure again, and muttered, "It turns out that we are all ashamed."

"You say, if he goes down the mountain at this time, can he kill you and me?"

"Yes, easily, but no."

"Why?"

"Because of that sword, if he forges that sword, he can't kill me."

"Well, this sentence has confidence, and it deserves to be the second in the world."

Bai Yi shook his head and said helplessly: "I don't have the confidence to face him." Only, that sword was destined to drain his life. ”

……

Seeing this, there was a deep desolation in Fang Yuan, as if he had embarked on a road that no one dared to walk, climbing a peak that no one dared to climb.

He continued to look and seemed to see Yuan Wutian's voice, although what he saw might be an ending.