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One voice after another roared wantonly in Xuan Qi's heart.

Wave after wave of anger boiled violently in Xuan Qi's chest.

Since his lifetime, Xuan Qi has always been regarded as the pearl of his palm, and he has cultivated all the way, like the sky, and there is almost no comparable among his peers.

He once played the world, and had no intention of going to the Frost Country, cultivating a force of his own.

The Frost Country, which is the land of ants in the eyes of the great psychic monks, is extremely barren, and very few infantile monks are willing to go there.

Just like a human being, who does not want to go into the snake cave, dislikes the filth and shallowness there, and defiles his noble body and soul.

But he was different, he felt that even if he relied on his strength, even in the barren land of the barren Frost Country, he could establish a force that was enough to shock the high-level of the Xuan clan.

Xuanzong is Xuanqi's hard work, and it is also a tool that he is eager to prove his ability.

Xuanzong was invincible in the Frost Country, swept all his strength, and never lost until a monk named Yan Lan appeared, broke his Xuanqi pride, and beat his solitary high back to reality.

Xuan Qi not only failed to cultivate the power that shocked the upper echelons of the Xuan clan, but was forcibly dragged back by the family elders.

His face was completely swept away;

His dignity was trampled on;

His arrogance was ravaged.

"I hate Yan Lan, I hate him so much. For so long, I could only lurk silently. Cultivating in solitude has made me no longer able to hold up my noble head. ”

"Yan Lan. A peerless genius that even the family elders are amazed by, I don't believe it, and I can't cut you down. ”

"At this moment, my power has not yet been fully integrated. Yan Lan, it won't be long before I will pluck off your head with my own hands and send it to the proud elders of the family. I will prove that I am a being beyond you. It's the biggest nightmare of your life!"

Xuan Qi stood in place, silent for a long time.

Xuan Chi and the fat butler looked at Xuan Qi motionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Xuan Qi smiled coldly, turned his back to Xuan Chi, and said, "Elder Xuan Chi, I will write down your merits." ”

Anyway. Xuan Qi turned into a black wind, scattered in all directions, and disappeared in an instant.

Xuan Chi swallowed his saliva and muttered, "Young Master Xuanqi." Sure enough, his talent is amazing, and even I can't see through his cultivation. Isn't it. Xuan Qi Young Master's cultivation has reached the late stage of the Sanyan Infant Transformation?"

"It's incredible. Young Master Xuanqi is only seventeen years old, and he has such a profound cultivation. The little guy named Yan Lan is also dwarfed by the young master Xuanqi. ”

"Hehe, these are not things I can control, since Young Master Xuanqi has already recorded my merits, it is not in vain to come this time. ”

The corners of Xuan Qi's mouth showed a hint of upward arc, and suddenly, his brows tightened, and he immediately said solemnly outside the hall: "Young Master Xuan Qi, there is something that needs to be told, Yan Lan seems to be inextricably linked with Gangtianmen, and the last one to take Yan Lan away is the barefoot old ghost of Gangtianmen, and the barefoot old ghost claims that Yan Lan is his disciple......"

"You go first, the time is right, I'll go to you!" Xuan Qi's voice sounded coldly, and then the gloom dissipated.

Xuan Chi didn't dare to stay, so he immediately bowed around, and then left the Xuan Qi Mansion and galloped towards the periphery of the Xuan clan.

While slowly galloping, Xuan Chi glanced around, and snorted coldly in his heart: "Sooner or later, one day, there will be a mansion for me Xuan Chi in the core of the family." ”

......

Inside the Gangtian Gate, in the barefoot old ghost Taoist temple.

Yan Lan sat cross-legged on the bed, breathed for a moment, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Then, Yan Lan opened her eyes and swept around, this quiet room was extremely simple, except for a bed, a wooden stool, and a small square table, there was nothing else.

"This quiet room is quite similar to my solitary humble room in the Yan clan. However, my dilapidated house must have been destroyed in that great battle. ”

Yan Lan's face was slightly lonely.

"The house is destroyed and can be rebuilt, but the pig's heads painted on the wall by Sister Ling Yu can't be recovered, just like Sister Ling Yu's life, even if I avenge the family and lift the ban on breath, how can I resurrect Sister Ling Yu. ”

"The cycle of life, the vitality of the soul, are all mysterious. Who knows where this avenue of reincarnation, where the soul returns?"

"Even if you know, how can you step into that place and regain Sister Ling Yu's soul?"

"The rules of life may have been set by the great supernatural powers, or the origin of the Heavenly Dao. How can ordinary monks change their lives against the heavens and destroy the rules of reincarnation? If these rules can be changed at will by the great supernatural powers, then how can life and death come from, and how can there be reincarnation?"

"Perhaps, those mysterious supernatural powers, they themselves can't escape reincarnation. We monks and other monks practice Dao magic tricks, saying that they are changing their lives against the sky, but in fact, they are just surviving for a long time, and they are just living a few more years than ordinary mortals. ”

Yan Lan's mood was inexplicably a little sad.

Because, the more he cultivated, the more he could discover that in this time and space, there was a rule that could not be seen or touched.

If you want to understand these rules, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky, let alone breaking these rules.

"No, since there is a legend that some great supernatural beings have the art of resurrecting the dead, there is no wind and no waves, since there are rumors, they must have existed, or almost existed. The embracement of gods and Buddhas I once dreamed of, the gray figure in my hallucination, the mysterious phantom I once encountered in the Zen mind space, and the blood-red big hands that I once fought against in the Spiritual Void Holy Realm, they must have an ability close to heaven. ”

"Even, their power has surpassed the heavens, the Tao, and the rules, and they have become the masters of the world, high above, and I am just one of the countless mortal cultivators, who do not enter their eyes, like a speck of dust. ”

"Since there are beings who can rise above that height. Then, in this world, there must be a road to heaven, and whoever can touch this road to heaven can master the rules, reverse yin and yang, subvert reincarnation, and become a high master. ”

"I, Yanlan, although I am an ant cultivator at the moment, I must not be willing to be an ant. Even though I can't reach the top of this avenue, every step I climb will do my best. ”

"I must break open this day and see what the scenery is outside the sky!"

Yan Lan's mournful gaze suddenly changed to a brightness, since all the cultivators in the world are fighting with the sky, then I simply let go of everything, use my greatest strength, and rely on my most strange opportunity to compete with the sky.

Fight for my life, but also for Sister Ling Yu's life, and fight for my father's life.

In the depths of Yan Lan's eyes, two sharp rays ignited, and a powerful idea rose to the sky, condensed and turned into a powerful fighting spirit, condensed in his body.

"Mo Xiao Wolong is temporarily stranded, and it will be thunderous for nine days. This was my response to the contempt and ridicule of others as a young man, perhaps naïve, perhaps arrogant, but in my heart, it was not a joke. ”

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Xuan Qi lives, cultivates, and fights for face, and Yan Lan is born, cultivated, and fights for his beliefs, but he doesn't know who can stick to his beliefs and survive to the end. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Follow up ~ point/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter ddxiaoshuo), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account!) (to be continued......)

PS: The body has finally recovered a bit, there are at least 20 ulcers in the mouth, and the pain is unbearable. Today, I wish you all a happy holiday. I endured the pain and coded three chapters, I hope you like it. Next, the fairy's body recovers, and he will definitely work hard to renew.