Qiang!Qiang......

In the vast white space, the sound of gold and stone is sonorous, endless, the figure is still holding a sword, the blade of the sword is there, so that it does not break the sword domain, no matter how sharp the edge that is covered by white, it still can't get close to him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng!

Another collision, accompanied by a splash of sparks, echoed through the space for a long time.

The white light dimmed at this moment, and the entire space became illusory, and the body with a whole body like a silver-white divine iron cast, exuding supreme majesty.

His soul body has already entered the imperial realm, which belongs to the pinnacle of the humane realm, the supreme realm, and the second realm of the heavenly soul.

But now, appearing on this body that is five feet seven inches long, he is holding the royal dao divine weapon in his hand, and his eyes are closed.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and his gaze was soft and flat.

At this moment, there is not the slightest edge on this soul body.

This means that the splitting sword style has been realized.

The illusory space collapsed at this moment, and his figure also appeared in the ancestral world.

Fu Tuwei turned around, and the spatial crack had unsurprisingly disappeared.

He frowned slightly, and looked up at Jiuxiao.

The next moment, his figure appeared on the altar, and the altar trembled at this time, and those cracks that were no longer visible appeared again, becoming larger.

A blood-colored halo emanated, suppressing the broken monument in the center, but it didn't seem to have any effect, and in the blood halo, the broken monument was still coming out of the broken altar inch by inch.

The blood-colored altar was crumbling, and the broken monument was getting taller and taller.

The part that rises from the altar is an incomparably deep black, forming a strong visual impact with the part exposed between heaven and earth.

Fu Tuwei didn't intervene, just watched.

This is his ancestral court world, here, he is the sky, with the Emperor Realm soul body, he can suppress all changes.

Even if something doesn't happen, he can expel this change from his body.

The altar began to crack with a clattering sound, but it was still trying to suppress the rising broken monument.

But it is useless, it can only be delayed, not stopped.

At this moment, a grandiose, supreme majesty with anxiety evolved a voice in this heaven and earth—

"Magic ...... Go out...... Obstruct...... Not...... Sky...... Blood...... Burial ......"

However, no matter how much the will urged, Fu Tuwei still didn't make any moves, just looked at the broken monument with an indifferent expression.

"Heavenly ...... Disorderly...... Years...... River...... Disaster...... Destroy...... Destroy...... Ruined ......"

The voice grew more and more anxious, and the voice became more and more urgent.

"Troubled years...... Disaster...... Disaster...... Regret...... Blood...... Solitary...... Beginning...... Beginning...... ...... Hades"

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and it broke out at this moment, the altar shattered, and the sound was gone, leaving only the broken stele, the black and white stone stele.

At this moment, the entire Ancestral Courtyard World, the sky was crystal white, emitting immeasurable white light, and the earth was dark, as if it was about to devour all the light.

The light was so bright that Fu Tuwei closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to open them again.

What catches the eye is a broken part of the stele, the black on the stele is spreading upwards and the white is decreasing.

There was white soul blood dripping from the corner of Fu Tuwei's eyes, and in the immeasurable white light, he looked at the stone tablet, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Rumble!

At this moment, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, and then an illusory scene erupted from the stone tablet.

It was a huge floating city, and a sea of luck formed by the gathering of golden five-clawed dragons manifested, and a silver-white celestial dragon meandered and swam in the golden sea of luck, sometimes letting out a long roar.

In the illusory scene, the most eye-catching is a ninety-nine-zhang high altar, built with earthy yellow divine materials, at the highest point of the altar, a young man in a white dragon robe holds a seal, worshipping the sky!

A supreme will emerged from the nine heavens, even if he was not in this world, Fu Tu Wei felt the pain of his body, it was Tianwei.

Rumble!

In the illusory scene, along with the heavenly power came the calamity, the ninety-nine zhang altar was robbed and collapsed, and the heavenly dragon in the golden sea of luck let out a long groan, full of pain.

"I am unwilling, heaven and earth are unkind, I want to go against the sky, what is it?"

The young man with the seal in his hand vomited blood and rose to the sky.

In the illusory scene, the young man was defeated in the battle, the power of the sky dispersed, and he was the only one left in the whole world, the glorious and atmospheric city was ruined, everyone died, and on his shoulder, a small silver-white dragon was dying, and his body was gradually illusory.

There was no life in the young man's body, and where he walked, the flowers and plants withered, and the houses were rotten.

He didn't seem to be a living being!

He's not a living being!

In his body, the qi that had not exploded was still in Fu Tuwei's mind.

Standing in the nine skies, his expression was complicated, looking at the young man, looking at the face that looked like him, but he was more mature and more miserable than him.

He knew that the young man was him.

The illusory scene vanished with the sad back.

The next moment, another illusory scene erupted—

It was a man who was shocking, he was like a demon, with white hair flying, and he was invincible in the world.

He was killing all the time, all the time he was fighting, and there was never anyone by his side, only him, and he was the only one left.

In all directions, as far as the eye can see, there are dense alien races, demon races, demon races, and blood clans......

There was not a single human, not a single beast, he was the only one left.

The blood-stained mountains and rivers, his white clothes have not been changed for a long time, and the white robe is dyed by the blood of those alien races so that he can't see his true color.

At sunset, he sat on a mountain, surrounded by aliens, but none of them dared to rush up the mountain.

He sat like this, lonely, sad, and depressed.

In him, there is no life, no life.

The illusory scene, as the sun sets, dissipates.

In the Ancestral Courtyard World, the white on the broken monument was being swallowed up by black, and illusory scenes erupted.

Those scenes are changing, and the only thing that remains the same is the man, the peerless man, who is a cage in the vastness of the world.

He couldn't get out, and no one could get in.

When the last bit of white on the stele is swallowed up by black, the last scene is spewed out.

It was a lonely tower, and in front of the tower, there was a broken monument, and on that broken monument, there was a person, or that person.

The broken stele is exactly the same as the stele in the ancestral court world, except that it is white.

And this stele of Futu Wei is black.

Then, in the scene, the peerless man on the stele raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate the time and space of many years, and intersected with Futu Wei in the ancestral world.

He said, "What do you want in this life?"

Fu Tuwei said: "I don't know. ”

He also said, "In this life, what is the cultivation?"

Fu Tuwei was silent, then shook his head, a little dazed, and said, "I don't know." ”

"And who are you?" he asked.

Fu Tuwei was silent, and someone had asked him this question, but he couldn't speak, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say anything.

On the mountain pond, Fu Tuwei's hair is flying, and white appears.

"Actually, you're not Fu Tuwei. He said.

Fu Tuwei trembled, and there was more gray hair on his head.

"You're not a wolf. He said again.

More gray hair.

"You're not a fearless. ”

"You're not Han Shanwei. ”

"You're not chanting Futu. ”

"You don't have no end to it. ”

"You're not Ji Xia either. ”

His voice was very soft, but in the ears of Fu Tuwei, it was like thunder in the sky.

The figure sitting on the Tianchi Lake, his black hair turned into white hair, and his body exuded an extremely strong dead air, and even the immortal vitality in the dantian sea was silent, and he didn't dare to raise the **** again.

In the Ancestral Courtyard World, Fu Tu Wei looked at the man in the illusory scene, his eyes were dilated, and he muttered, "Then who am I?"

Fu Tuwei looked at him in the illusory scene, soul blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

In the scene, he was silent, his expression became more and more sad, and he said bitterly: "I don't know. ”

"Are you me?" Fu Tuwei asked again.

He was silent, then said, "Yes and no." ”

Then he shook his head and didn't say any more, he looked at Fu Tuwei and said, "Do you remember what your original intention was at the beginning of your cultivation in the Northern Kingdom?"

"Northland—"

Fu Tu Wei muttered, it was a distant memory.

What did he practice for?

Fu Tuwei pondered, and then said, "I want my father to be proud of me." ”

Yes, at the beginning, his heart was to make that "father" proud of him.

"And then, after the age of seven?" he asked in the illusion.

"Seven-"

A look of pain flashed on Fu Tu Wei's face, he was very fragile at the moment, and his Dao heart was floating.

On that rainy night full of blood, a Tianjiao was reduced to waste, and all kinds of unbearable scenes of the past emerged.

There were tears in the corners of Fu Tuwei's eyes, and he said, "I want to live." ”

Yes, there is no family affection, and the indifferent faces around him emerge, to erase the shame of him as a floating slaughterer, he just wants to live.

He asked, "What did you practice for?"

"Han Yamashita ......"

Fu Tuwei muttered, remembering the woman in white who had disappeared in front of his eyes, and she handed Xiao Tian'er to him and asked him to take her to her grandfather.

He wanted her to live, and they wanted to live, so he started practicing.

"For the sake of Xiao Tilter. Fu Tuwei said.

"Then when Xiao Tian'er no longer needs you, when you are thrown into the well of suffering, and you live again, what are you practicing for?" he continued.

"I want to find the answers back then. ”

"Why?

"Revenge? No, in fact, in the bottom of my heart, there is actually no resentment. ”

"Yes, because that's not your hatred, and naturally there will be no more hatred-"

Hearing this, the earth soul body staggered back, panic rose in his eyes, and his Dao heart trembled, and it was already floating.

The man between the monuments and the tower looked at him and whispered: "Why can't you see through, you are no longer Futu Wei, you are no longer the son of Nian Youran and Futu Miyao!"

Thundered!

On the earth, the soul sea is stormy, and beside him, there are thunderbolts.

It was his emotions that gave rise to a vision in this ancestral world.

At this moment, the fog that shrouded his heart seemed to be gone.

Yes, he is actually no longer Fu Tu Wei, the sword body Heavenly Wolf is the real Fu Tu Wei, he is not only the sword body, but also the first life of the Nine Changes of the Heavenly Silkworm.

The bloodline inheritance of the Futu clan flows in the body of the Buddha, and the Futu Heart Sutra is the symbol of the Futu family.

The nine changes of the Nian clan silkworm, each change, is a new life, no longer the original first life, but a different person.

Who am I, he asked?

In this life, it was from the stone egg, watered by Aunt Xue with blood, and then broke out of the stone.

This is where this life begins.

He had nothing to do with the Dugu clan, so he cut off the sword body.

He had nothing to do with the Futu family, so he beheaded the Buddha body.

He has nothing to do with the Nian family, so he wants to cut out the blood of the Nian family.

In the deepest part of his heart, when he didn't know it, he had chosen so.

In fact, the answer has always been in his heart, but he can't see it.

The shackles on his body seemed to be gone, and he felt more comfortable and comfortable than ever.

When the shackles are gone, this life is free!

It turned out that there was no trouble, but he asked for trouble.

"Do you feel at ease?"

At this moment, his voice sounded in the scene.

Fu Tuwei looked up, his eyes were brighter than ever, and he said, "Yes." ”

In the scene, he shook his head and said sarcastically: "You think it is, but it's not." ”

Fu Tuwei was silent, his expression became bitter, yes, he wasn't, the ease he felt was not at ease.

How can you be at ease when you are in a cage?

In the scene, he is the first person in a desperate situation, much stronger than the generation of emperors back then, but he is the only one left in the desperate situation, how can he be considered comfortable?

Even if he killed all the desperate alien races, the desperate natural creatures were exhausted, and only he was left.

Nothing is still alive except him.

Even the mountains are dead.

In the scene, his life and death were unbalanced, and he completely turned into a body of annihilation, his origin was extinguished, and even his soul was only left with death.

He won't die!

Unless someone kills him with the astounding cultivation, he will not die, not even himself.

Because he had done so, but without success.

Fu Tuwei knew that he would also become him, and when he thought that one day, he would be the only one left in the whole desperate situation, he felt sad, lonely, and depressed.

Where did you go?

What about the dark night?

They're gone.

It's just him.

He was the only one left.

"Comfortable, uncomfortable!"

In the scene, he murmured, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

He looked at Fu Tu Wei in the ancestral world, and his figure became illusory with the illusory scene.

"I can tell you...... Who are you!"

"Your name is the emperor!"

"This is the name that Aunt Xue gave you, this is your real name, in the deepest part of your soul, you need to fuse all the nine mysteries to reach the eightfold building realm before you can see the real name!"

"It's just that this name is too domineering, with your weak cultivation at the beginning, you can't bear it at all, and you will only die because of it, so Aunt Xue didn't mention it to you......! Let's call it the emperor, now you are barely qualified...... I took this name. ”

"Remember, you must kill the Purple King, you must!"

"I can't say superfluous words, otherwise you will be punished by heaven, and you will definitely die, but you have to remember, you must kill the Purple King, ten years, you have ten years, I will let this time pass and change, fifty years in this realm, one year in the mountain realm!"

"The Purple King, the mandrill, all die!"

"Otherwise, you will become me, there is only one person left in the world, although the cultivation is supreme, but you can no longer break this realm, you will not die, you will not perish, you can only live like this, silence fills the sky, and this realm can no longer give birth to living beings-"

"The phoenix follows the emperor and the three Tibets, people are like ghosts in the mountains, and the world is dead and only I ......"