Time passes slowly, and a breath passes.

If it weren't for the earth-shattering roar that came from the black and white peaks, no one would have known how fierce the battle on this platform was.

Gradually, the roar became louder and louder, and a sound wave with strong lethality was formed.

At the same time, the black and white on the black and white peaks have been completely still, no longer flowing, and in its cracks, all replaced by red light, as if a strange treasure was about to be born inside.

Rumble......

With an indescribable loud noise, the black and white peaks, after all, did not withstand the impact of the red light, and began to explode and separate.

Black and white are also separated, quickly turning into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

Wu Fan's blood-soaked body, scarred, gradually manifested inside the black and white peaks.

On his body, he still exudes a strong fighting spirit, but in his eyes, there is a trace of fatigue, and the momentum around him is not stable, strong and weak.

Especially his complexion, which is no longer pale, but sallow, the excessive flow of blood has made him weak, and his body, which has always been tall as a peak, is now a little shaky.

If he was at his peak, although he defeated the middle-aged monk's battle soul and couldn't be unscathed, he would definitely not be injured so badly.

The most important thing about his injuries is the backlash of blood.

Wu Fan stared at the front, the figure of the middle-aged monk, in his pupils, gradually condensed.

"Ugh..."

A sigh contains reluctance, but with a hint of satisfaction, it seems to be the sadness in the memory, full of vicissitudes The middle-aged monk looked up at the heavens, shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, the body of the middle-aged monk was full of cracks, like broken porcelain.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Wu Fan, his expression was complicated, there was the loneliness of failure, and the satisfaction of what he once longed for.

"You are the first person who can defeat me in the same level, and it is also the only time in my life that I have failed in the battle of the same level. ”

"In the past, in order to find an opponent, I killed monks of the same level as me, but until the moment I fell, this desire became a regret of mine. Therefore, I have always thought that I am invincible in my class, but why did I fail to cross the catastrophe......?

"Now, if you are able to defeat me in such a state, you can be regarded as unlocking all my answers, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. If I could meet an opponent like you in front of me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have fallen under the Heavenly Tribulation. ”

"Boy, I said before that as long as you defeat me in my current state, I will give you a ...... of creation"

"I am from the Li clan of the Netherworld, my name is Li Mad, and I used to be the peak of the spiritual realm, and I felt the artistic conception of the night moon. Due to family reasons, I can't pass on other spell techniques, and the only thing that can pass on to you is the method of the remnant sun......"

"The remnant sun is not for the Tao, but beyond the spell. It was created by an ancestor of my Li clan in the sunset, the moment of creation, the heavens descended divine punishment, ten thousand thunders shined in the sky, and all kinds of heaven and earth visions manifested, and the ancestor, his quasi-supreme cultivation, the soul was instantly exhausted, this method, almost consumed the essence of his body, but even so, the ancestor did not perfect this method, and died soon after. And because the ancestor did not succeed in preaching, he could not plant his way in this method, and he did not become a Taoist method, so he was called Remnant Yang from then on. ”

"Because there is no way in the remnant yang, so it is incomplete, in the family, I am the only one who has comprehended and cultivated, but the power of the remnant yang is comparable to the Tao. It wasn't until later that I understood why the original ancestor couldn't perfect this method......"

"The remnant sun is inherently incomplete, just like every living being, constantly cultivating to make up for its own inadequacy. All things are the same, heaven and earth are broken, and the remnants of the sun are constantly making up for it, and it can also be constantly enhanced, because it is remnant, not perfect, then there is no infinite ......"

"That's what it is...... Remnant Sun!"

The middle-aged monk sat cross-legged in the void, staring at Wu Fan, and preached heavily.

For the Dao of the Remnant Sun, every word is like the sound of the Great Dao Immortal, which is extremely complicated, making Wu Fan sound like a feeling of being in the clouds.

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk raised a palm, stretched it above his head, closed his eyes and whispered.

"Remnant Sun!"

Suddenly, these two words kept echoing in Wu Fan's mind.

And the hand raised by the middle-aged monk burst out with red light, just like the real sunset flush, which was about to end.

This time, the remnant sun in the hands of the middle-aged monk was not absorbing the light of the outside world, but absorbing everything about himself, cultivation,*, blood, bones, and even his already mutilated immortal soul.

A terrifying aura burst out in the remnant sun in an instant, waking Wu Fan up suddenly, looking at the red light in front of him, his expression was shocked.

On that red ball of light, Wu Fan felt the breath of death that he had never felt before, and this kind of remnant sun could already kill him now.

"The remnant sun is destruction, and it is also ...... Freshman. A voice came out in the red ball of light, with the desolation of vicissitudes, echoing in Wu Fan's heart.

At the same time, the red remnant sun exploded violently, turning into a rain of light, and at a speed that Wu Fan couldn't resist, it all fell on his body in an instant.

Wu Fan was thinking that he was about to fall, but suddenly found that those light rains did not hurt him in the slightest, and in his body, with a repair ability that was even more terrifying than his blood and spiritual power, he repaired his body.

Suddenly, Wu Fan felt as if he was bathed in immortal liquid divine water, and the trauma he had suffered before had all recovered in the blink of an eye, and even his bloodline was completely suppressed, and there was no longer the slightest sign of backlash.

And in his mind, a red rune appeared, which contained all of Li Mad's perception of the remnant sun and the cultivation method of the remnant yang.

"Cultivating the Tao, what is it for......?"

Wu Fan was not excited about his recovery from his injury, but a question appeared in his heart. This middle-aged monk, they were originally enemies, but why was he willing to give himself a creation for himself, if he struck the last blow and turned into an attack, it would definitely be able to kill himself.

The middle-aged monk, what did he think, Wu Fan didn't know, but in order to give himself a creation, he burned his remnant soul, which made him completely disappear in this world, which is not something that ordinary monks can do.

This made Wu Fan involuntarily think, what is the purpose of cultivation?

If the middle-aged monk knew that he would die at the peak of his spiritual realm, would he still advance? Will he still go to the Dao? This is destined to be an eternal mystery.

"I cultivate the truth, only for the heart, have no regrets in my heart, pursue obsession, this is my way......" Wu Fan At this moment, in his state of mind, there was a big breakthrough, and he realized his own Dao heart and became more determined.

After a long time, Wu Fan opened his eyes, as if he had been infected by Li Mad and had some vicissitudes of life, but there was calm and no waves in an instant.