"The Great Array of Destroying the World, up!"

A killing array encircled the Grim Reaper, restricting its movement and inflicting massive damage. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After trying to receive several attacks from the god of death, feeling that he could withstand it, Mo Fan simply used his powerful physical power to bombard it.

Together with Xue Ren, it didn't take long for the Grim Reaper to be dispersed by them, and a sky-blue portal appeared in front of them.

"It's so easy, I thought it would take a lot of effort!" Mo Fan was a little surprised.

"Hehe, Brother Mo doesn't know, the strength of the monsters in the nine-story demon tower is calculated according to the cultivators of the challenger, and your cultivation has dragged down the average strength of the monsters, but your mana is clearly in the middle stage of refining, so it is naturally easy to break through." Xue Ren explained the reason to him.

After passing the level, both of them were extremely happy.

"Brother Mo, goodbye." Xue Ren arched his hand and stepped into the teleportation array with excitement and eagerness.

"Goodbye."

The azure brilliance shone to the brightest, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and in the next second, Xue Ren disappeared.

"It's time for me to go back, too." Mo Fan's mood was particularly excited.

Entering the teleportation array, the teleportation array was inducted, and it was immediately activated, and after a period of distraction, Mo Fan had already passed through the space passage and came to a familiar and unfamiliar place.

Here, there is hustle and bustle everywhere, and in the dirty air, there is no trace of spiritual power.

Mo Fan is now standing on the roof of the Shanghai World Trade Tower, and a white jade plaque appears in his hand, as long as he crushes it, he can return to the reincarnation space, but if it is not used within a year, he will have to stay on the earth forever.

"Ahh Earth, I, Mo Fan, are back! ”

Mo Fan's mood hadn't been so happy for a long time, and he yelled insolently.

This voice resounded through the sky and the sky, and the citizens of Shanghai felt that their eardrums were restless.

The media in Shanghai immediately took action, and it is estimated that in the near future, news such as "a mysterious man sneaked into the World Trade Tower, roared loudly, suspected to be a terrorist ......".

In a secret realm on Earth, a huge creature suddenly raised its head, and its eyes were full of shock. This creature is actually the same as the dragon in Chinese mythology and legend.

Mo Fan can't wait to fly to his hometown, his own home.

The current earth, for him, only needs a moment, to fly a circle. So, he quickly returned to the room where the reincarnation space had taken him away.

In the room, a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman were sitting at the dining table eating dinner, and the middle-aged man was eating, his eyes were still glancing at the picture in the news broadcast.

It's a very ordinary scene.

Mo Fan didn't want to disturb them, so he didn't show up, but just left them some gold and silver in the bedroom, enough for them for the rest of their lives.

Then, Mo Fan couldn't wait to come to her home, the home of the girl who made his heart pound.

Mo Fan was already wearing a handsome suit at this time, stepping on a pair of black leather shoes, and his hair was also changed to a modern short haircut. In his hand, he held a bouquet of roses, ninety-nine, all of which he had carefully selected.

This is a low-rent house, a house specially built by the government to solve the housing problem of the poor, and it is inhabited by people whose living conditions are not very good. The gray-white walls have long since changed color, and there are traces of rain staining everywhere, and in a few places, there are even cracks.

Coming to the fifth floor, Mo Fan did not use a spell to enter through the wall, but politely knocked on the door.

No one opened the door, Mo Fan knocked again, crunched, and the door opened. The door was opened by an old woman who had gone through all the vicissitudes of life. Mo Fan's heart pounded twice "suddenly". He remembered what Zhu Bajie had experienced in the illusion, and wondered if he had encountered the same situation.

As it turned out, Mo Fan was overwhelmed. However, something happened that was even more difficult for him to accept.

"Young man, is there anything wrong with you?" The old woman looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and couldn't remember what it had to do with this person for a long time.

"Grandma, hello, does Jiukui live here? I want to find her. Mo Fan smiled.

"What do you have to do with her?" The old woman frowned, revealing obvious hesitation.

"Oh, I'm his old classmate, I haven't been in touch for a long time, so I want to meet him." Mo Fan replied.

"Oh, I see." The old woman nodded, and said sadly, "Young man, you are late, my granddaughter died of leukemia four years ago, hey! ”

"What!" When Mo Fan heard the news, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Thinking of the sad story, the old woman couldn't help but cry.

"Hey, boy, let's go!."

Just as she was about to close the door to thank the guests, Mo Fan stopped her.

"Grandma, I am Jiukui's best friend, and I went abroad for further study a few years ago, so I don't know the news of her death. Can you show me what she left behind? Mo Fan begged sincerely.

"Hey, come in!" Seeing Mo Fan's sincere expression, the old woman agreed to his request.

Walking into the room, small was the only adjective Mo Fan could come up with, only to see that the small living room was piled up with a lot of clutter, and the doors of the two bedrooms were closed, so he could guess that there was not much space inside.

"This is Jiukui's room, the things in it haven't changed at all, you can see it if you want to!" The old woman sighed again and sat down on the couch to wipe away her tears.

Mo Fan walked into the room step by step, the room was warmly decorated, with a sky-blue style, and countless shining stars reflected on the ceiling at any time. There are not many items in the house, giving people a sense of simplicity and generosity.

There was not a single trace of dust in the whole room, and it was completely uninhabited at all. It is conceivable that the old woman must have been cleaning this room regularly. Mo Fan looked at the few photos posted on the wall where the desk was leaning, and a smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the photos, most of them are selfies of Jiukui, or pouting, or blinking, showing innocence and cuteness. In the middle of these photographs, there is a photo of the largest size. It was a military training photo, in which everyone stood in the shape of a queue, Mo Fan and Jiukui were in the first row, next to each other......

On the table were things like combs and hairpins. There are not many cosmetics and the like, because Mo Fan knows that with her appearance, no makeup can be better than any makeup.

Opening the chest of drawers, Mo Fan saw a white, slightly moist critical illness notice.

Mo Fan picked up the paper with trembling hands, and his eyes fell on the appraisal results at the bottom.

Late stage of leukemia! Nine Kui!

These words deeply pierced Mo Fan's nerves, and he didn't understand why this misfortune had to happen to her.

I looked at the date of the appraisal, and then scanned the calendar in the living room with my divine sense, and sure enough, this appraisal was four years ago. The time of identification was two months after Mo Fan left this world.

In other words, no matter how powerful Mo Fan's mana was, it was useless.

Just one leukemia, Mo Fan has a hundred ways to cure it. But now Jiukui has been taken away by the disease, her body has rotted, her soul has disappeared, and there is no trace of her in heaven and earth. Even if Mo Fan's cultivation was to achieve refinement, he couldn't think of any way to bring her back to life.

Maybe the kind of world in "Journey to the West" has an underworld, and if someone's soul is hooked, they can be reincarnated again. But the earth immortal cultivators don't know if there is anything else, who can establish that kind of system? When a living soul dies, the soul naturally disappears, and there is no possibility of reincarnation at all.

Looking at this critical illness notice for a long time, Mo Fan's tears hit it bit by bit, moistening most of the paper. Perhaps, Jiukui was also crying like this at that time, otherwise how could there be tears on it!

"Now, I'm back with a mana that destroys the world and destroys the world, why are you leaving?" Mo Fan muttered to himself.

Mo Fan once remembered that Jiukui said that she hoped that one day, her prince charming would be like the Supreme Treasure, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds and facing the colorful glow to marry her.

……

Everything seemed like a dream, and Mo Fan left the room in a state of despair and flew away to the countryside where there was no hustle and bustle. Sitting on a hundred-year-old tree, looking at the glow of the sky, he sought a moment of peace.

Heaven and earth are merciless, and people are separated. After many years of life and death, the road ahead is finally transparent, becoming an immortal and a heavenly fight;

The beauty is gone, and the dream is gone. Things are people, memories of tears are difficult to collect, and the dusk is alone.