Little brother?

Speaking of real age.

Maybe you'll be my grandmother!

Xia Fan, who slapped Ning Duo to death, couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

"By the way, who did you just say about your young lady?"

The next moment.

Xia Fan suddenly remembered something.

Turning his head, he said to the old man with a sinking face on the side.

"Heh, it's too late for you to want to know now. ”

Uncle Gong stared at Xia Fandao with cold eyes.

"Oh, forget it. ”

Xia Fan waved his hand disapplausively.

Although he was indeed a little curious about Ning Duo's true identity, his mind was not on this aspect at the moment.

Let alone.

Who Ning Duo is, does it matter to him?

"The old man will remember you. ”

Uncle Gong looked at Xia Fan deeply for the last time with an expressionless face, and then closed his eyes and snorted and killed himself.

Now that the young lady has returned to the upper realm.

Naturally, there was no need for him to stay in this world.

Looking at the corpse of the old man who fell from the tree, Xia Fan's heart was not turbulent.

These souls are just like gamers, although they only have one life, it doesn't matter if they die, it's not real death anyway, and they can even continue to descend into this world in the future.

But Xia Fan is different.

Because they really only have one life.

To be dead is to be truly dead.

That's why they are especially afraid of death.

Unconsciously.

It's dawn.

Standing on the branches of the ancient tree, Xia Fan looked at the red sun gradually rising from the horizon in the distance.

He knows.

Perhaps it was the last time he would see the sunrise in this world.

Therefore.

He looked very seriously.

It seems that I want to imprint the scene in front of me deeply in my memory.

"Again?"

Suddenly.

Xia Fan's heart moved.

When I looked up, I looked up at the black swirls on the clouds in the distance.

At the same time, the figures disappeared in an instant.

Now that he has stepped into a new realm, he can already feel the subtle changes in this world, including the black vortex formed by his roots.

When the black vortex appeared and the imperceptible energy oscillation, Xia Fan knew that the Upper Realm Heavenly Man was coming again.

The Upper Realm Celestial Beings who appeared this time had obviously learned enough lessons.

When they formed a team and had not yet stepped out of the whirlpool, the light of self-defense magic weapons shone around them.

The most important part is:

The clothes on their bodies were completely different from the celestials who had descended before.

In other words.

Now there is more than one sect in the upper realm eyeing this world, and after successive failures, the other party has obviously joined forces.

But Xia Fancai didn't care whether they joined forces or not.

No matter how many celestials descend from the upper realm, he will fight them all.

"Put!"

After these prepared Upper Realm celestials stepped out of the black vortex, when they saw Xia Fan, they shouted according to the plan they had made.

Immediately.

Among them, a celestial suddenly offered a rope and turned into a streamer and flew towards Xia Fan.

"What's that?"

Xia Fan was about to face these Upper Realm celestials who walked out of the whirlpool, but who knew that there was a sudden alarm in his heart, and in the face of the rope that was coming in an instant, he subconsciously dodged it.

As a result, the rope directly tracked and locked on Xia Fan.

No matter how Xia Fan flashed, he couldn't avoid it.

Ultimately.

Xia Fan stopped,

He threw a punch at the rope that tracked it in front of him.

However, instead of shattering Xia Fan and knocking him away, the rope wrapped around Xia Fan's hand like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and directly tied him into a ball in an instant.

"Bundle the Immortal Rope?"

Xia Fan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of a familiar thing in his mind.

"The dragon rope has managed to capture him, hurry! Don't waste time!

When the descending Upper Realm Celestial found that the Dragon Binding Rope had captured Xia Fan, someone immediately shouted urgently.

All of a sudden.

These Upper Realm Celestials then proceeded in an orderly manner.

Attack, respond, fight, protect.

After a series of actions, you can see the careful preparation of the other party.

Ding Ding Ding –

Time.

Xia Fan let one by one the magic weapons shining with different colors of brilliance smash on his body, if it weren't for the fact that his physical strength reached a certain level, I am afraid that these magic weapons would have been smashed into pulp.

"Do you think this little rope can trap Lao Tzu?"

Xia Fan, who was tightly bound by the dragon rope, looked indifferently at the Upper Realm celestials who were constantly attacking him in front of him.

"Open it for me!"

With a roar.

The dragon rope that bound Xia Fan let out a wail, and then Xia Fan's muscles continued to swell, and the hands that were crossed in front of his chest and clenched into fists struggled to the left and right.

Although the dragon cord did not break.

But the dragon rope directly softened, the luster on the surface was a little dim, and the monks who sacrificed the dragon rope all spat blood violently, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"Oh no! Hide in the magic weapon of self-defense!"

Seeing that Xia Fan broke free from the dragon rope.

The monks who besieged Xia Fan couldn't help but change their faces in unison.

Pity.

How could Xia Fan give them a chance to escape into the magic weapon of self-defense.

That moment.

He's fast to the extreme.

Raising his hand, he unleashed a fist that shattered the surrounding space.

Faced with this devastating punch.

Many of the monks who had not had time to escape into the self-defense magic weapon turned into a blood mist in the sky without even screaming!

"Martial Saint! He's really a Martial Saint!"

And the monk who was hiding in the talisman magic weapon to cover the arrival of his companions in the upper realm couldn't help but scream in horror after seeing Xia Fan sweep the surrounding monks with a punch!

"Don't panic! Forget the explanations of the teachers and uncles before leaving? Even if he is a martial saint, what if we can continue to force him to go all out, sooner or later we will cause a backlash from the world and expel him!"

Someone calmly reassured everyone.

"But we are vulnerable in front of him, how can we force him to go all out!"

Someone trembled.

is obviously unwilling to die in vain.

"Everyone, now is not the time to hide secrets, let's use the magic weapon given to us by the sect together!

Someone gritted his teeth.

"Good!"

"I'm okay with that!"

Seeing that Xia Fan had already bullied in front of the magic weapon of self-defense.

The monks gathered all anxiously agreed.

"Shoot!"

When one by one, the bright light flashed in the magic weapon of self-defense.

Xia Fan once again gave birth to a familiar warning sign in his heart.

"And?!How willing to deal with Lao Tzu!"

The first time.

Xia Fan realized that the other party might continue to use a powerful magic weapon.

If it weren't for the lack of strength of the people who used the magic weapon.

Otherwise, it would have cost him a lot of effort just to face a dragon rope.

A sword.

A jade seal.

A bronze mirror.

This is the magic weapon used by the monks in the magic weapon of self-defense.

After all, magic weapons are very precious in the upper realm.

Even the various sects and sects were reluctant to give too much to the disciples of the lower realm.

Because once the Nether fails.

These magic weapons are equivalent to being lost.

Usually.

The true owner of the magic weapon naturally has a way to recall the magic weapon.

But the situation is different now.

If the owner of the magic weapon and the magic weapon are in two worlds.

Even if this is a natal magic weapon, they can't have the slightest sense of each other.

Fortunately.

The sects of the upper realm all believe that the magic weapon can be recovered if it is lost in the lower realm, after all, it is impossible for Xia Fan to stay in the lower realm for a long time, and he cannot go to the lower realm for a while, which does not mean that he cannot be in the lower realm for a lifetime.

As long as Xia Fan leaves this world.

The Nether is basically already in their pockets.

When the time comes, it will not be easy to find the magic weapon.

Phew-

When the sword and jade seal flew out of the magic weapon of self-defense.

The small jade seal instantly became countless times larger, like a big mountain suppressing Xia Fan.

And that sword was divided into countless sharp swords, intertwined with each other and shot at Xia Fan with fierce sword rays.

Only the man holding the bronze mirror remained motionless in place.

The other party just urged the spiritual power in his body, and at the same time pointed the bronze mirror mirror that made a circle of ripples at Xia Fan.

Damn?!

The moment the bronze mirror was aimed at Xia Fan.

His spirit was suddenly impacted by a mysterious force, and his eyes couldn't help but become trance-like.

After he came back to his senses and forcibly broke free from the attack of that mysterious power, countless flying swords had already cut through the skin on his body, and the whole person became bloody.

Didn't wait for him to react.

The huge seals above his head that looked like mountains had already smashed on his head.

In the blink of an eye, he was crushed from the clouds to the vast rainforest land.

The earth is shaking.

Smoke and dust are filling.

Only Xia Fan was silent.

"Senpai!"

Seeing this scene, Shi Xiaofei, who was almost unsteady on his feet, showed a tearful expression, and screamed in pain.

"Is he dead?"

Meanwhile.

In front of a black vortex in the sky.

After everyone saw Xia Fan, who made the Lost Soul Mirror lose his soul, stabbed with a pine needle sword, and finally let Hong Shanyin suppress it.

Someone couldn't help but sigh.

"He didn't die, if the masters used these magic weapons against him, they might still kill him, but we ......"

Someone regretted it.

"But even if he hadn't died, he wouldn't be much better now. ”

Someone said in a deep voice.

"So what do we do now?"

Someone said nervously.

"Wait! As soon as he appears, we'll continue to use magic weapons to attack him!"

"Good!"

"Look! There is movement in Hongshan!"

At this time.

The Hongshan seal that suppressed Xia Fan in the rainforest suddenly shook slightly.

"Although Lao Tzu is not the grandson monkey, you are not the Buddha either!

The next moment.

A roar suddenly echoed in the heavens and the earth.

Immediately after that, the Hongshan Seal, which was like a big mountain, suddenly flew up, only to see a figure appear in front of the black vortex in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a smooth and white fist smashed into the defensive magic weapon that shrouded everyone!

This punch down.

Not only did the barrier of the defensive magic weapon turn into bits of starlight and shatter, but even the black vortex behind them violently vibrated and rotated, and erupted with an indescribable suction force, like a black hole to suck everything in the world into it.

The first to bear the brunt were the monks in front of the black whirlpool.

The nearest person was still stunned, and when he was stunned, he inhaled it directly.

"Want to go back?!

Now.

Xia Fan, who no longer maintains the balance of the realm, has completely provoked a backlash from this world.

Therefore, he no longer has to control his true power.

After smashing the defensive magic weapon of the Upper Realm Celestials, Xia Fan did not hesitate at all and smashed his fist towards the Upper Realm Celestial in front of him.

Except for the monk who let the black vortex suck it up.

The rest of the monks didn't have time to react before they turned into powder.

"Shi Xiaofei!"

After dealing with all the Celestials in the Nether.

Xia Fan, who had been struggling to resist the black vortex sucking but was still slowly being pulled in, suddenly said loudly.

"The juniors are here!"

The top of the temple of the pyramids.

Shi Xiaofei looked up at Xia Fan in the sky with tears streaming down his face.

It will.

He had already realized that Senior Xia Fan was leaving this world!

"Take care of Zhou Xiaoyu for me!"

Xia Fan gritted his teeth and struggled to breathe.

"The juniors will definitely do it!"

Shi Xiaofei shouted hoarsely.

"After I leave, don't expect me to come back, this world is yours, I can only protect you here, and then the fate of this world will be handed over to you to control......"

When the black vortex began to devour and suck Xia Fan.

Xia Fan's face suddenly calmed down.

When he said this.

His figure had been completely swallowed up by the black vortex.

"He's gone. ”

After Xia Fan disappeared.

In another giant city in the rainforest of southern Xinjiang.

Someone stood in the pyramid temple and looked into the distance, and said in an indifferent tone.

"We weren't mistaken about him. ”

"But we were all wrong at first. ”

"If. ”

"We persuaded him back then, and I'm afraid it won't be where it is today. ”

"Unfortunately, it was too late. ”

"Next. ”

"It's up to us to take care of the world. ”

The people listening to the other side remained silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, it's that he can't.

The other side of the black swirl.

After the shock at the Gate of Roots, Tong Baili and the others who were standing around immediately realized that something big had happened in the Nether!

Immediately after that, they saw a disciple thrown out of the Root Gate.

"What happened to the Nether?"

The first time.

Tong Baili and the others surrounded him and asked.

"Master, the disciple didn't know what was going on, so he suddenly let the Root Gate pull back, as if ...... It seems that the people in the Nether who are blocking us have caused a backlash against the rules of the world!"

The disciple who had been lucky enough to not die came back to his senses and hurriedly said.

"In other words, the other party is really a martial saint?"

Tong Baili and others think about completely different questions and angles.

If the other party is really a real martial saint.

This means that he is on the same level as them!

Once he had let the Root Gate suck into the Pure Realm......

"Not good!"

Come to think of it.

Tong Baili, they all looked at each other, and their faces changed.

"Is this your world......? It really feels different!"

Unexpectedly, they did not wait for their next reaction.

A lazy and playful voice sounded in my ears.

And each other's eyes invariably follow the prestige.

Then I saw a young man with a tall and heroic appearance slowly stepping out of the door of the roots.