In the midst of the changes, many unknowns gradually appeared in the faint moonlight, and the unspeakable thread in the sky swirled throughout the heaven and earth.

Big and small things will slowly connect and become one thing.

Qi Xiangqi remembered what the city called him, changed his legs and continued to, and smiled happily, if those trivial words can have a big impact on him, I am afraid it is a small point, maybe not at all, because Qi Xiangqi is a person, he only listens to his own words, and other people's words are not good for him, most of them are nonsense.

For such a person, perhaps the definition of death is also made by himself, others think that he is a waste of air when he is alive, and a waste of land when he is dead; he feels that it doesn't matter how he is after he dies, the important thing is that when he is alive, in fact, he feels that even if he dies, he cannot be completely said to be dead, and his ideas are different from that since he was a child, he firmly believes that after a person dies, he will go to another world in another attitude, and live there in a different way, no different from living in the world, and live how he should live, and the only advantage of living there is: he can meet his parents who have been waiting for him there for a long time。

How I wish that one day, at the corner of a street in some world, there will be a couple of men and women standing there with warm smiles, and he will run up to them, panting and saying happily: "Father, mother, the child is late." And the two smiling men and women would hold him in their arms and say, "It's hard work." ”

Thinking of this, Qi Xiangqi pulled out an arm from under his head and put it on his forehead, and the wide sleeves also covered his entire face, and after a long time, he took the sleeves away, and his eyes were a little moist, "I'm not hard, but I'm a little lonely." ”

On the huge street, only Qi Xiangqi was lying on the cold stone floor.

At his feet, there was a scroll of paintings that had just been completed, the edges of the slightly yellowed painting paper were stained with a mixture of various water stains remaining on the ground, and began to become turbid. "A long distance is a shortcut", Lin Futian's evaluation of him is actually extremely accurate.

Tick tock.

It's starting to rain.

Dark clouds covered the whole Luoxia City, the wind and clouds changed, the sky was very exciting, began to change into brilliant colors, and it was still changing, and this rare change, in the southeast direction was the most intense, the clouds were surging, the rolling sea water went straight into the sky, the whistling sound trembled, and when it reached the city, even the roof tiles were trembling slightly, which showed how deafening it should be over there.

Shaking life is like a dream, such a beautiful and strange scene is not only seen in dreams.

Probably old?

Qi Xiangqi smiled, then closed his eyes, deciding to squint for a while.

After all, I still have a good name.

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Unexpectedly, the first battlefield was not in this majestic Zhenling Mountain full of mystery, but in the sea area created outside Zhenling Mountain.

Lin Futian and Lomé

They couldn't enter the battlefield that only the strong people of the gods could enter, so at the closest place to the battlefield, they formed a perfect blessing formation with Lin Futian's instructions, even if they had a "small magic circle" Luo Mei, who is known as the so-called Luo Mei, can't find fault, mainly because even she has never seen the blueprints of the magic formation similar to this formation, so she has spent a lot of effort to understand this formation, in this huge golden magic circle, Luo Mei slightly distracted her mind, glanced at Lin Futian, and then quickly shifted her attention to the formation, this kind of major event involving life, she can't help but be half-hearted.

But she also really sighed, that person seemed to be so unhurried forever, as if nothing could knock him down, even in such an earth-shattering battlefield, the breath was not disordered, it was still normal, how it was before, how it is now, it can't affect him at all.

How did such a person become such a person?!

Luo Mei's eyes became firm, she actually didn't have much of a goal before, but now she wants to become a person like Lin Futian, if she becomes like Lin Futian one day, it should be very powerful, right?

Lin Futian looked at the battlefield in front of him, after seeing such a scene, he was not too surprised, but there was a little nostalgia in his expression, he still remembered that back then, the brothers held divine weapons, took the whole world as the battlefield, and the world was the enemy's spirit.

At that time, the world was more vivid and real than it is now.

Lin Futian raised the moon pot sword in his hand, the dark gold of the person who was in the mural in the grotto can now be regarded as being able to play its greatest role, and the entire blessing formation is in the place where Lin Futian is, so when Lin Futian raised the moon pot sword in his hand, the dark gold at the tip of the sword implicated the formations in all directions, and the dense golden "silk thread" was wrapped around the tip of the sword, and it burst out with an extremely dazzling light in an instant.

Lin Futian narrowed his eyes, and then raised the Moon Pot Sword in his hand high.

The sword was raised, so this epic formation was activated.

With Lin Futian as the array, Luo Mei, Mo Yunfu, Young Monk, Ouyang Shi, Zhao Jingzhi and others respectively used as the huge golden magic array as the array, blooming on the surface of the sea, like a golden lotus, blooming in the dark night, illuminating the boundless night.

The huge white flowers at the bottom of the sea, the petals are falling on the bottom of the sea, covering the bottom of the entire battlefield, when this formation is activated, the formation on the sea is the pseudo-base point, and the sea below the sea surface is actually the real base point of this formation.

The "long branch" of the flower island lord is really worthy of being the god of flowers, for the heaven and earth

The change of aura is much more sensitive than Lin Futian's, he planted that flower at the bottom of the sea very early, skillfully cut off all the back hands of the old man in the hat, and did not let him have any room to play this way, and just told Lin Futian one thing: "With your ability, you should know what to do now, right?" I have paved the road for you, and the rest depends on how well you play." Lin Futian, who knew it in an instant, quickly told everyone about his plan with a unique secret method, and the details of the formation became clear and clear under Lin Futian's careful explanation, especially what role Ouyang Shi should play in this formation as a pure martial artist, and many things related to this, Lin Futian thought about it very thoughtfully, and even Ouyang Shi didn't have the opportunity to ask questions, because all their questions were answered by Lin Futian, and what they didn't think of was undoubtedly revealed in Lin Futian's answer.

Luo Mei, as a senior disciple of the academy known as the "small magic circle", naturally took on a large part of the tasks in the formation, although the task was arduous, but Lin Futian according to his understanding of Luo Mei, the task assigned just did not make Luo Mei feel tired, if there was a situation in the formation, then the effectiveness of the formation would be greatly reduced, and it would threaten Nangong Qixi and others in the battlefield, so Lin Futian arranged the tasks according to his understanding of everyone, neither more nor less.

Luo Mei held a green bamboo sword in her hand, her eyebrows were furrowed, her blue clothes were hunting, she was focused, combining kendo and formation, and it played an unexpected effect in the formation, on her, a little golden light lingered, reflecting her face with golden light, which looked better.

Mo Yun Fu and Luo Mei's task is almost the same, just play your best level in the formation, an obscure golden rune appeared on his forehead, composed of countless golden silk threads, Mo Yun Fu looked inside, the golden rune that floated in the small world of people, it seemed to be clearer than before.

He pressed his fingers together and pressed down slightly, and the golden talisman shone even brighter.

The young monk folded his hands, and the task that Lin Futian was responsible for him was very interesting, just chanting the scriptures, but it was not a very complicated Buddhist scripture, but the simplest Buddhist scripture, even the little monks who had just entered the Buddhist family knew the Buddhist scriptures, although the young monks felt strange, but they still did it. What he didn't realize was that in the process of reciting the Buddhist scriptures, the golden eyes in his eyes became more and more Buddha, and he was also covered with golden light, like the warm sun that had appeared on him before.

Zhao Jingzhi's realm cultivation is not very high, so the amount of tasks is relatively small, but it is also a lot, which is actually a big challenge for her. This is actually a slightly heavy "gift" given to her by Lin Futian, because according to Lin Futian's calculations, if it goes well, Zhao Jingzhi should be able to completely break through the bottleneck and smoothly squeeze into a new realm after this battle.

The moonlight in Zhao Jingzhi's eyes is very similar to the moonlight in the sky, but it is different.

The moon in her eyes is whiter.

I don't know what kind of "fairy fate" the old white immortal gave him, and he didn't fully understand the deep meaning until now.

Zhao Jingzhi lowered his head slightly, looked at the moon reflected on the sea, and then raised his head, the moonlight in his eyes was hazy. Her hands suddenly changed to a look that they had never seen even in Lin Futian, and then all around her, it was all moonlight.

Ouyang Shi, as the only pure martial artist, is responsible for their safety, in fact, Lin Futian and their safety, after all, what happens on the battlefield, no one can accurately predict, those who are still hiding in the shadows and have a fluke mentality, in fact, there are many people, those with high realms, are afraid of death, unless they see an opportunity to take advantage of it, otherwise, they will never dare to enter the battlefield easily and become the target of everyone's attack, those with low realms are less afraid of death, and they are bold, so this part, especially need attention, and among them, Murong Qingshan is also there。

Although his cultivation is not too low, but only when he picks up the sword called "Thunder", can he be regarded as a powerful character, and at this moment, he can only stand on the periphery of the battlefield, looking at the battle that is out of reach for him, as well as the Lin Futian and his party in the battlefield, his eyes are a little bloodshot, the corners of his mouth are hooked, and he is smiling.

Ouyang Shi clasped his hands and stared at the battlefield in front of him, he couldn't help but smack his tongue: This is really a fight between immortals.

While he was looking at the battlefield, he was actually feeling the slightest breath in the air, Ouyang Shi, who was a pure martial artist, felt much stronger about these breaths than Lin Futian and them.

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on the battlefield.

After the huge blessing circle created by Lin Futian and the others was activated, the old man in the hat obviously felt the pressure from the other side.

The golden pillar of light that flew up from the magic circle accurately shrouded them in Nangong Qixi, and the golden light shrouded them, as if it was a sharp sword that cut through the night for them, although no magic circle could defeat the other party, but Lin Futian said that the real opponent of their group had not yet come, and the real battlefield was not here, but in the mountains.

** On the "lazy monk", twisted his neck, clenched his fists with both hands, and the golden Buddha statue was particularly huge on the sea, with angry eyes, golden pupils, and six arms, the dragon that was hiding in the dark clouds and the rain was dragged down from the clouds, and fell the sea, and the six arms pressed it on the sea, unable to move, the old woman who was the dragon, the golden dragon group swam all over, and then the sea rose and went straight to the sky.

But no matter what means it used, it was still pressed to death by the monk on the **, and life was worse than death.

"It's also an old man in the realm of gods, don't insult me! Death is death, give me a good time!" Old Jiaolong's eyes were red, and he roared angrily at the monk who didn't change his face.

The man smiled and said, "Then it will be as you wish." ”

The old woman, who was originally a dragon, looked frightened, suddenly revealed her person, and began to beg the monk for mercy. "Please spare me

I will never have any ill intentions towards the treasures in the mountains again," the woman burst into tears, "I have been practicing for thousands of years, I can't just die......!

The monk snorted coldly, and then folded his hands.

The majestic Buddha statue also folded her hands, just between the two palms.

When it was over, the woman scolded the monk on the sentence with great courage, and her words were extremely vicious and unbearable.

"Lazy monk" Wuchan just rubbed his ears, and then said lightly: "People's hearts are difficult to scrutinize, let alone you beast?"

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The young man in the gray-white linen suit came to the old man in the hat, stretched out his hand, withdrew his hand, just these two simple movements, and then he stood in the distance, looking at the old man with a smile.

The fishing rod that the old man had been leaning on his shoulder moved forward, his thin arm trembling, his face like gold paper, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, landed on the surface of the sea, and then quickly rendered it. The old man raised his head and looked at the very young man opposite with complicated eyes, and he suddenly felt a little envious of this unknown young man, who was already in this realm at a young age.

So it shouldn't be very difficult for him to enter the Divine Domain and obtain immortality, right?

If this person is like himself, he has experienced glory, and then experienced despair, and after reaching a certain height, he can no longer advance the slightest, and can only watch the flow of time slowly pass by his feet, and unconsciously, he has seen it for so many years, the divine realm is out of reach, far away in the sky, and he is getting old, and the son is not as good as day by day, in the long son, his desire for immortality gradually exceeds the desire for cultivation, as long as it is the slightest hope, faint as dust, it will also make him cheer up, go to find out.

Time, longevity, life, suffering.

The old man's eyes dimmed, the person in front of him was better than him, and he didn't know a little bit, this kind of gap was as if the gap between himself and the divine domain was so far away, he could only see it, but he couldn't walk there.

The old man took off the hat on his head, revealing the snow-white hair under the hat, the sea breeze blew his hair, the old man reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Let's shoot." ”

The man in sackcloth smiled and said something unexpected: "You don't have to die, let's go." ”

The old man was surprised and asked, "Why?"

The man had already turned around, and then turned back to look at him, he smiled, and said, "You have no reason to fight, so why should you pay your life for those people?"

The old man opened his mouth, and the blood in his mouth began to gush out again.

The man with fluttering sleeves seemed to be saying to himself: "I'm old, why don't you give up?" As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the old man's snow-white hair suddenly floated to the back of his head, and then he only saw a huge fist clearly visible on the sea swinging towards the thin old man with a stiff body

man, and then he took the old man out of the battlefield.

The man looked at Lin Futian, raised an eyebrow, and then smiled.

For the formation arranged by the man, the man is still very satisfied, he has improved a lot of things, and the blessing array is very comprehensive and strong, unheard of, unseen, and instantly doubled the combat power, and it is not injured, it's really good!

The man moved a few times, feeling extremely relaxed, he looked at the other people, and felt that he didn't need to "draw snakes and add feet", so he walked on the sea, looking up at the sky from time to time, feeling so boring.

How lonely it is to be invincible.

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On the opposite side of Nangong Qixi was the old man who was full of flames, and the other party was rolling on the waves, like a bright wheel hanging on the sea, as if he wanted to compete with the moon.

"You're really using this fire elemental body indiscriminately, old man. Nangong Qixi shook the fan slightly and said with a smile.

"Huh, a big talker, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue?"

The flames on the old man became more intense, the temperature around him became higher and higher, the water vapor was filled, and the sea was foggy.

A flaming dragon formed by the convergence of flames appeared on the surface of the sea, lifelike, even the dragon's whiskers floated with the wind, and the dragon's claws drew a clearly visible magma on the sea, "zizi" sounded, cooled and sank into the sea.

Nangong Qixi is still unhurried, "Your "god" is just doing so, why don't you look at others when you become a god? Or have you been hiding in the "coffin" for a long time, and you can't fight anymore?"

"Presumptuous boy, this is your death!" said the old man angrily.

The fire dragon rushed forward instantly, its body was very agile, like a living thing, in the process of approaching Nangong Qixi, the fire dragon gradually became more vivid, and attacked Nangong Qixi who was still fanning with teeth and claws.

Nangong Qixi smiled, "That's the word "dragon". With that, he put away the fan, tapped his palm gently, and on his shoulder, in fact, he had been lying on his stomach with a brush, and at this time he was twisting his body, and decided to move well.

"Hey, if you don't make a move, I won't feed you ink?" Nangong Qixi "threatened".

Hearing this, the spirit pen that had been lying on Nangong Qixi's shoulder floated unwillingly, and then began to circle around him, and finally "ruthlessly" smeared a black ink on Nangong Qixi's fair face, and then roared away, setting off countless waves.

When the fire dragon was about to touch the front of Nangong Qixi, the spirit pen that had been rushing forward suddenly stopped, and then spun in place on the sea.

Nangong Qixi squinted and smiled, and said the word "dragon".

Then the spirit pen didn't know how to move, and it instantly appeared next to Nangong Qixi, lying on his shoulder, as if inviting merit, and kept "sprinkling" Nangong Qixi.

Nangong Qixi was expressionless, and pointed to the black ink on his face, as if to say: "Are you embarrassed to ask me to invite merit?"

This spiritual pen, which is the most lethal in the world, drew an ink blot on Nangong Qixi's face again

Express your displeasure.

The corners of Nangong Qixi's mouth twitched, a little helpless.

Why is it that his pen is not intimate with Lin Futian's guy?

On the sea.

When the sound of the word "dragon" just fell, a huge word "dragon" suddenly appeared on the sea, and the pen did not see any movement just now, and the word "dragon" that connects the sea and the sky has been written.

Nangong Qixi said with a smile: "Let you see what a real dragon is!" The folding fan in his hand tapped lightly on the palm of his hand, and he said again: "Get up!"

The golden word "dragon" turned into a huge golden dragon in the blink of an eye, and the fire dragon seemed extremely small in comparison. The golden dragon roared, and then suddenly rushed forward, easily dispersing the condensed fire dragon, and then soon appeared in front of the shocked "fire man", the golden dragon looked at the old man, and then opened his mouth.

Click, click, click.

Swallow into your stomach.

Nangong Qixi opened the folding fan and shook it gently, he looked at the calm sea and smiled: "I am a book saint." ”

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The battlefield on the side of "Long Branch" and "Qin Sheng" is actually very simple.

For the long branch of the "God of Flowers", he just summoned his own small world, so the seven people led by the old man with a lewd face and the man with a huge axe in his hand, black vines appeared on them, tightly wrapped around them, and the thorns on them continued to drill into the blood, sucking blood and eroding bones, this vine, more painful than the previous vines, it is estimated that this vine is the ancestor of the vine that appeared just now, the whole sea of flowers, all kinds of flowers bloom wantonly, but they are all murderous flowers.

The man with the axe in his hand is full of domain, constantly wielding the huge plate axe in his hand, but those flowers and vines are constantly regenerating, cutting and burning, and those spores floating in the air are constantly regenerating and blooming, blooming on their blood, and if they are not careful, they will become like those flowers and plants, unable to think about anything, like living plants.

Changzhi was dressed in red, glanced at Nangong Qixi, and then the corners of his mouth hooked.

It's still so chic.

She looked at the battlefield in front of her again, looking at those who were constantly struggling, and then gradually giving up hope, Changzhi smiled, this is her own flower god realm, unless it is a god of the same level, otherwise, she can't escape this "flower sea cage" at all, she looked at the person in front of her and snorted coldly.

You're not qualified!

"Qin Sheng" stood quietly aside, he naturally had great trust in the strength of the Lord of the Flower Sea Island, so he just closed his eyes and stroked the qin gently, and then gently twisted and wiped the re-pick, a few piano sounds instantly passed through the sea of flowers, and through the seven people who were struggling hopelessly in the sea of flowers, the sound of the qin exploded in their hearts, and also exploded in their minds.

It's hard for anyone to tell what it's like to be a peerless scholar, because they're all dead.

Changzhi frowned and looked at Qin Sheng: "It's really bloody. ”

The piano saint smiled, just lightly pressed his hand on the strings, and then erected it into the plain

The inside of the cloth bag, after tidying up, carry it back.

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At the foot of Zhenling Mountain.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and blessed these people, but it was really not an easy job.

Lin Futian smiled, and his face was a little pale.

Put away your sword!

The circle gradually disappeared, and the sea surface that was gradually descending also disappeared from sight.

And they fell to the ground.

Look around, it's all jackals.

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Inside the city of Luoxia.

Qi Xiangqi had already sat up, and he looked at the old man who fell on the scroll, as if he was not surprised at all.

The old man is like a gossamer, his face is like gold paper, as if he is about to die soon. Qi Xiangqi looked at the fragmented picture scroll and sighed: "In the current world, everyone is immortal, is immortality really interesting?" He paused, and then asked himself: "I don't think so." Qi Xiangqi propped his hands on the ground, looking at the clouds in the sky, now it was not a dark cloud, the layers of clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a dark blue sky, which was not completely dark.

Qi Xiangqi glanced at the old man, and then got up.

The old man is not too much of a problem, with his cultivation and realm, he can lie on this stone floor for a few hours, and he can naturally walk home by himself.

Qi Xiangqi smiled, flicked his sleeves, and then strode forward, heading to the southeast.

If you want to paint, how can you just wait and see?

Slate on the ground.

The old man with a hat was gone, his silver hair was scattered on the ground, the blood from his mouth continued to flow out, and the old man, who was thin and thin, was extremely depressed.

The old man had actually kept his eyes open, and he looked at the cracks in the cyan stone slabs, which were as intricate as his own life, smooth and clean on the surface, and the inside was already barren and barren.

In this life, I have experienced all kinds of things, big and small, and those who have nothing to say have had, but unfortunately they have died; some of the people who hate to the bone marrow are dead, and some are still alive, and they have no ability to take revenge, so the person who hates the most is actually himself.

The corners of the old man's eyes were moist, and many of the past events that he didn't want to think about gradually came to mind, and he was just willing to think about it in a hurry, not wanting to think about it carefully, because if he thought about it, he would be sad. The sorrow of life can be avoided, then avoided, and if it can't be avoided, try not to think about it.

The young man's heavy punch completely woke up the old man. The old man didn't ask himself, "What are you doing this for?" I have lived for so long, but it is meaningless, my own people are dead, and I am alive. Looking around, there is not a single loved one alive. The old man's eyes were gloomy, "I said to myself that after living for so long, it was time for the end." ”

Finally, the old man tapped his fingers on the scroll and muttered to himself.

It was the mountain that was painted, and the old man recognized it.

The old man finally realized his life and died on the empty street where no one dared to go out.

He is with the broken picture, which is broken, but still in the painting.

The old man's last words were: "No wonder you didn't kill me, you wanted me to save myself." ”

At the foot of Zhenling Mountain.

Wear sackcloth

The young man seemed to notice, and looking in the direction of the old man, he shook his head, sighed, and then muttered a word of sin.

In the end, the old man seemed to see a lot of people, all of them at some sunny and warm intersection, smiling and greeting the old man.

Waited, right?

It seems that someone answered this question.

Things big and small will eventually have a destination.