Zhou Yan wanted to know the answer.

Because in this series of encounters, he already has some doubts about who he is.

Who is yourself, this is a very simple question, I am afraid that anyone can answer it. But Zhou Yan was different, he couldn't answer.

After going through an endless cultivation process, after a short period of time and baptism of time after a long river, he was wondering who he was.

Even, he was wondering why there were so many people in the Burial Sword Ancestor Star, but his master chose him. What is the essential difference between him and the rest of the people?

These are all mysteries. Perhaps, as long as you know who Yan Yan's mother is, and when she was happy with Yan Yan's mother, then you can figure out this problem.

As for Feng Lingqing, this is indeed a woman who has a skin-to-skin relationship with him Zhou Yan, but even if the time has changed, it has only been a few months, and Yan Yan will not appear so quickly.

Therefore, at this time, Zhou Yan was waiting for this powerful and admirable Jiuyuan Sword Saint powerhouse 'Yao' to give him an answer.

However, after his question came out, the voice disappeared again.

Zhou Yan has been waiting.

Time passed little by little, and finally, when a whole hour had passed, there was only a sigh between heaven and earth.

"Boy, do it yourself. I owe you three questions, so I will extract three more copies of the source and strengthen your daughter's seal, so that she will suffer a little less. In this way, although my cultivation has regressed by one level, it is much better than answering your question. ”

That voice would rather choose to go backwards than answer this question.

Moreover, this time, when he faced Zhou Yan, that attitude had completely changed drastically, and there was no longer a little contempt or contempt.

This change, even if it is extremely subtle, with the almost transcendent soul that Zhou Yan has condensed now, it is still felt.

"Senior ......"

Zhou Yan shouted out, but the energy of the soul could no longer be transmitted.

The voice had blocked out his voice and refused to talk to him.

Zhou Yan's heart twitched inexplicably, and a wordless feeling of loneliness arose. This kind of loneliness, in this situation, seems so pale and powerless.

His gaze no longer had much emotion, but he stared blankly at the faint purple flame in the void.

Looking at this mass of purple flames, he couldn't help but think of Yan Yan, and by Yan Yan, he thought of Feng Lingqing and Feng Lingqing's children.

"That's not right...... When I left, I still didn't feel the breath of life in Feng Lingqing's body, and it was impossible to have children...... That Zhou Yuntian was deceiving me!"

Originally, many things, even if they were unforgettable, but there were physical shackles, Zhou Yan did not understand many things clearly, but now, maybe the reunion of the soul has undergone a qualitative change, or his own ability has changed, at this moment, he has thought of many things that he has not thought of.

It was also at this time that Zhou Yan felt that he had an inexplicable sense of control over this world.

It's like, he can control a qiē.

It's an inexplicably powerful feeling, so powerful that it gives him a weird thought, as if he can tear the heavens and the earth apart with his bare hands.

But at the same time, he clearly understood in his heart that this was just a false feeling after the qualitative transformation of his soul, and it was not real. However, you can feel that you have become stronger, so this kind of improvement in strength is naturally unimaginable.

This was a good thing, but Zhou Yan couldn't be happy, these feelings just appeared in an instant, and then quickly collapsed, and his heart was always remembered on Yan Yan's body.

In the void, Ziyan's breath seemed to be completely restored to normal.

Among them, Yan Yan's figure condensed little by little, and then slowly became clear.

"What I promised your master, I have achieved ninety out of five, and the agreement between us has also been cleared. In addition, my disciple is coming to bury Sword Ancestor Xing, for the sake of me sacrificing so much to help your daughter, you don't kill her. From now on, my grievances and grievances with your master will be written off.

Also, I will try to help you when necessary......

I remember, my disciple's name is 'Qianxi', and he is the Triple Heaven Realm of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Sword Spirit Realm, and he is already on his way to the Ancient Formation, and he may soon come to the Burial Sword Ancestor Star. I will also explain to her, I will not be your enemy, I will help you when necessary, and I will retreat when I see you. ”

The indifferent voice reappeared, but this time, it seemed extremely old and decadent, as if he had also reached the brink of an inexplicable end.

After the voice finished speaking, he coughed uncontrollably a few times, and then the voice dissipated little by little in the Ziyan Void.

But this Purple Flame Void began to snow inexplicably.

The snowflakes are black, that kind of black, like the kind of black after the blood has coagulated, so black that it makes people desperate.

Zi Yan's breath was a little stronger at this time, and Yan Yan finally walked out.

But Zhou Yan saw that her bright eyes, with panic and inexplicable sadness, lost the luster of Lingxing, and just muttered in her mouth: "Father, Yan Yan must be obedient, no longer naughty, father, don't want Yan Yan......"

"Yan Yan is wrong...... Wrong......"

"Yan Yan won't let his father get hurt, no one wants to hurt his father!"

"You all die, don't try to take my father again......"

"Father, father, don't go, don't go......"

"Father...... It's so painful......"

Yan Yan's weak, thin and slender body slowly appeared in the purple flame of the Ziyan Void, and then walked around blankly, and before Zhou Yan had time to pass, she walked into the purple flame like a walking corpse.

In the end, she disappeared into the purple flames.

This mass of purple flames, burning quietly, symbolizes that she is at least alive.

But this mass of purple flame is now as calm as water, without that terrifying breath, and without inexplicable power, although it is burning, but the situation that beats from time to time is like a candle in the wind, as if it is about to be extinguished at any time.

Zhou Yan rushed to Zi Yan's side and stretched out his hand to grab it, but his hand had already passed through Yan Yan's already virtual body, and he didn't catch anything.

Yan Yan's back, the small padded jacket on his body, with traces of ancient books like golden runes, but very broken.

The ragged, torn clothes exposed part of the body that seemed to be frozen blue, and the small body, which was so thin, was still shivering at this time.

......

"Ahh

Zhou Yan roared angrily, resounding through the world, unable to control his feelings, heart-rending roar, and went crazy.

In the end, he drained all the energy of his soul.

He knelt on the ground in a dejected manner, his soulless, and the tears that flowed were all blood.

Blood and water stained this void red, between heaven and earth, the black snowflakes became extremely red, and the entire purple flame void was shaken like a collapse, and the red sè snowflakes were sprinkled one after another, and this world, all things that his master derived from were shrouded in a layer of blood.

"Why! Why!

Zhou Yan's voice had already roared to the point of hoarseness, and his soul could no longer use his strength to shout.

But no one knows, and no one can hear.

This world, this Purple Flame Void, now he is a god and can dominate everything. But he can't dominate himself, and he can't change Yan Yan's fate.

So powerless, so painful, and so ...... Not even the qualifications for despair.

He poured out all the resources he could take out and put them into Ziyan, although he enhanced a trace of Ziyan's flame aura, but there was no fundamental change.

In the end, he silently took out the ancestral blood.

Ancestral blood, after taking it out, Ziyan's breath suddenly weakened a little, Zhou Yan's heart twitched violently, and he instantly withdrew the ancestral blood.

He slapped himself a few times, full of remorse, regretting that he had taken out his ancestral blood to make Yan Yan weaker.

After a long time, he stood up indifferently, and the blood and water of the entire void condensed into a light cluster like a miniature version of the universe, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the light cluster appeared in his hand.

In the end, this light sank into his soul, and all his lost power was returned.

Between heaven and earth, the original form of the moon and mountains has been restored.

Here, there is already a world, his kingdom.

No matter what your background is, even if your father is an enemy of the world and causes chaos in the universe, he must live and make you happy!

Whoever stands in his way, his father will kill him!"

"Yan Yan, my father is leaving here, the sword spirit has now been recondensed, and the master has fulfilled me and sacrificed himself...... Father wants to go out, and he wants to be strong by any means!

Father will find you your favorite fruit, and you won't go hungry again!"

"Yanyan, my father never wanted to want you. Yan Yan, you are so well-behaved and sensible, where is my father willing to want you. You are not wrong, in the eyes of your father, Yan Yan is always right!"

"Yanyan, you sleep obediently and give up that obsession, so that you can suffer every day without so much pain...... Father will come here to see you often. ”

......

Zhou Yan said silently, little by little, holding back the blood and tears that he was about to burst out again, and said word by word.

The sorrow is greater than the death of the heart, and the sorrow of the death of the heart is less than one billionth of Zhou Yan's at this time.

At this moment, Zhou Yan completely understood the one in the lonely sword intent, understood the way of the sword intent of the revenant, and understood the ruthlessness of the sword intent of breaking sorrow.

Then, he put away these thoughts, let go of all the knots in his heart, and began the final transformation of his soul.

"Hum—"

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly an inexplicable trembling feeling, as if there was an ancient invincible beast awakened at this time.

Inexplicably, the monks in the main city of Xiaoyao and even the entire waters, and even the entire Southern Wilderness, all had a strange sense of panic and pressure that was speechless.

......

The Purple Flame Void suddenly became incomparably complete, this world is not particularly big, but here, everything is perfect.

Like a real planet in the world.

At this time, Zhou Yan truly condensed his body, which was a body full of body but with terrifying explosive power.

After condensing this body, on Zhou Yan's chest, twelve totemic images of form-meaning war beasts gradually appeared.

Every image is brought to life.

Dragons, white tigers, flying eagles, snakes, spirit monkeys, cranes......

The twelve shapes formed a circle, and the circle was engraved on the emperor arc, and the emperor arc rotated, like a planet, rotating in Zhou Yan's chest.

In the middle of the rotation, the emperor arc disappeared, the totem also disappeared, and the twelve imprints suddenly went deeper, and in the core of the soul, a sword was condensed, and on this sword, twelve sword spirit figures appeared.

The twelve sword spirits were combined into one sword at this time.

This sword is a real emperor's sword, and it seems that a single sword can pierce the heavens and the earth.

Zhou Yan's mind moved, and a dragon sword spirit flew out, and Zhou Yan's soul turned into a dragon and turned into a real dragon.

Zhou Yan's own soul also disappeared at this time, including the remaining eleven sword spirits, which also entered Canglong's body, and was temporarily silent.

The power of the True Canglong Sword Technique at this moment is powerful against the sky, and it has far surpassed the killing sword path of the Cangsheng who has the strongest attack ability.

Zhou Yan realized it for a moment, and as soon as his mind moved again, he turned into a white tiger.

The white tiger is out, the meaning of the beast king is presented, the heaven and the earth are changing, the wind and clouds are thundering and lightning, and they gather around.

"Twelve shapes, twelve natural origin changes!"

Even if Zhou Yan's mood was extremely calm, he was shocked and inexplicable at this time.

This feeling, cāo controls life and death, and controls all things in heaven and earth, which is really terrifying!

Wouldn't it be true if it could be done in the outside world......

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan immediately condensed his spiritual sense, preparing to rush out of the Purple Flame Void and return to his physical body that was still in the outside world!