"Desperate? Are you qualified to work hard? Bu Qingfeng refuses to tell you everything, he just doesn't want you to carry too much, but since he knows everything, your life is no longer just your own!" Sansang suddenly scolded.

Bu Fan flew out of the enchantment again, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, this time, it seemed that there was already something in the blood, and it seemed that the viscera was really injured.

After listening to Sansang's words, Bu Fan calmed down a lot, spit out the dirty things in his mouth, and completely stopped listening to Sansang's harsh words.

Indeed, since he knew everything, he had already begun to shoulder his mission, and his life was no longer just his own, but he was responsible for the Tianxing Sect, the hatred of his parents, and the hard work of his father over the years.

"You're angry, you're angry now, why? I'm not wrong in saying a word, you've always felt like you've been burdened with a lot, but what have you done?" Sansang's illusion was like Yun Ze's, and now his face was distorted by these words.

"I haven't done anything, I can open my mind because of the Nine Deaths Devouring Elixir, and it's not my own power to kill the Titan Fire Ape, it's always been my dad who has been protecting me, and now it's the teacher who is helping me, and I haven't faced any problems by myself at all. Bu Fan replied to Sansang coldly, but his tone was unusually calm.

"So you know, you waste, weak, what can you do yourself? you can't do anything!" Sansang looked at Yun Ze's skin, and his vicious expression had completely distorted his whole face.

Bu Fan closed his eyes and walked towards the enchantment step by step, unwilling to see the teacher's current appearance, although he knew that this was not the teacher.

"Yes, what you said is not wrong, I am a weak person, what can a thirteen-year-old cultivator do in the Liuli Empire?" Bu Fan said this calmly, and he had already stepped into the enchantment again, and a huge pressure came to his face.

"Besides, I'm a crippled soul, and my teacher says I'll probably not live to be twenty-four. Bu Fan took two more steps and began to reveal his scars.

"But what does it matter? I am weak now, does that mean I will always be weak? So why does Daddy have to spend so much energy on a child, or a waste of your mouth?" said Bu Fan, who had already walked six steps, reaching the farthest distance he had ever reached.

"God made my soul incomplete, but he arranged a teacher for me, the ancient emperor immortal, now there is no one in the entire continent, even the Jade Void Immortal. Bu Fan took another step reluctantly, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile with difficulty, he had at least broken through himself now.

"Can't you live to be twenty-four years old? I will let fate know what the 'King of the Heavens' is! Even if I really don't live to be twenty-four years old, there are still eleven years left, which is enough for me to take revenge, so many lives of the Tianxing Sect have been exchanged for my short twenty-four years, how can I waste it?"

Bu Fan opened his eyes, now he has taken ten steps, the pressure and pain on his body are overwhelming, the pain of the whole body is indescribable, and he doesn't even have a chance to endure the pain now, because as long as he is distracted, he will be shocked out again.

Looking at the Sansang Sword body in front of him, there were still about ten steps away from there, and with each next step, the pain and pressure he endured would multiply.

"Aren't you just trying to provoke me? Yes, I don't want to admit that I'm weak, but now I've finally understood that true strength begins with admitting my weakness and incompetence. Sansang's phantom body was still two steps away from Bu Fan, and Bu Fan looked at it and said.

"Only by admitting one's weakness can one become stronger, if I deceive myself, I will never be able to take revenge!" Bu Fan passed directly through the illusion formed by Sansang, every step he took now was a huge torture, and he had no strength to bypass that phantom at all.

"So, I need to become truly strong, strong enough to revive the Heavenly Movement Sect, strong enough to fight against the entire empire!" Bu Fan spoke, a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth directly, and his internal organs were already damaged, and the damage must be doubled under such high pressure.

Bu Fan wiped the blood from his mouth, and took a difficult step out of his leg again, four steps away from the body of the Sansang Sword.

"I want to become stronger, with the help of everything that can help me, the Nine Deaths Devouring Spirit Pill, the teacher, and you-Sansang Sword!" Bu Fan is struggling now, and he doesn't even have the energy to wipe the blood on the side of his mouth, and any slight movement will consume the little energy he has left.

But he didn't want to stop talking, it seemed that this was the only way to support him to move forward: "Accept help, and then make yourself stronger, and let the power of heaven and earth be used for yourself!"

"Sansang Divine Sword, now I, the 'weakling', want you to surrender, but I swear that one day you will once again become the weapon of the strongest man in the Huan Gu Continent. "One step left.

"Because I want to be a real powerhouse, it's not just about cultivating!" Bu Fan's hand firmly grasped the body of the Sansang Sword floating in the air, and this time he was not shocked and flew out, otherwise the pressure here flew out enough to make him fall to pieces.

The burning pain was transmitted to Bu Fan's palm again, and it was this force that burned his palm, but last time he only touched it, but this time it was firmly grasped.

The pain made his nerves, which had failed under the pressure, recover again, the tremendous pressure, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow, and the burning nerves of his hands almost collapsed in pain.

Bu Fan finally understood Yun Ze's words: This test has nothing to do with strength, only about willpower, and the responsibility is that the cultivator may not be able to resist this pain when he comes, but he is a small cultivator who endures it, and the real strong man is never only the strength of cultivation.

He understands that he must not let go now, otherwise he will really lose all his efforts, and he really doesn't have the courage to try again with this kind of pain.

At the same time, Bu Fan also understood that the original simple pain would really kill people, and he was now on the verge of this "painful death".

All the nerves in his body are transmitting information about pain to Bu Fan, so it is impossible for him to even pass out, only endure the past, or die, these two paths can be chosen.

But he yelled and tightened his grip on Sansan's hilt even more, now he couldn't feel the huge pressure, and all his consciousness was left with the word "pain", but his hands stubbornly refused to let go, and now the will to support him was not just "strong" can be described as "strong".

With a "bang", Bu Fan was shocked out again, and hit the inner wall of the tree hole fiercely, as if the entire giant tree trembled.

"Poof" Bufan didn't know how many times he vomited blood today, this time he could clearly feel that there were other sundries in addition to blood, it seems that the internal organs were completely shattered, and now he vomited out of the liver or viscera.

This time, Bu Fan really couldn't stand up, no matter how hard his body was, he couldn't withstand such a continuous fall, and he couldn't feel whether there was a complete bone in his body at all, and the collapse of all his ribs aggravated the injury to his internal organs.

And no one knows how great the power that bounced out of the core of this pressure enchantment was, and it was able to make this giant tree tremble, and its power could be seen.

It can be said that Bu Fan was not directly broken, and now he still has a complete body, which is already a miracle.

"Ahhh

Now that Bu Fan has not fainted, or that he is not dead, no one can say what it is, he is unwilling, and he is afraid of moving forward.

Bu Fan is now crawling on the ground like a snake, but now the bones on his body are not as broken as a snake. He didn't have a single bone in his body anymore, so he could only wriggle like a snake, and with all his strength, he only moved forward a little.

I don't know how long it took for Bu Fan to climb to the edge of the enchantment again, but this time the moment his forehead touched the enchantment, he didn't feel the pressure, and the enchantment shattered in an instant.

Bu Fan had no way to look up at the current situation of the enchantment, but he felt the disappearance of the enchantment, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, this subtle smile tugged at his viscera, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The cough made the injuries on Bu Fan's body more painful, but now he couldn't care about them.

"I said, I'll conquer you, how about it? Now you've surrendered?" Bu Fan barely finished speaking, he couldn't even pronounce many words, and his trachea was pierced by the collapsed ribs.

Bu Fan continued to crawl, he wanted to hold the Sansang Sword with his own hands, so that it would completely obey his new master.

The ribs, which had been broken, had been displaced during his crawling climb, and he was now in danger of being punctured in the heart at any time.

It's just that Bu Fan doesn't care about that now, he wants to catch Sansang, although it's useless to catch Sansang with his current body, but he doesn't care, he just wants to move forward now No matter how much he pays, what he really wants to conquer is actually himself!

Now Bu Fan is completely immersed in this unyielding, and he has not thought about why he is still alive until now, let alone noticed the layer of light shining outside his body.