"Whoaaaaaaaaa

Lu Ran's hoarse roar was terrifying, but for the group of immortals in front of him, it was really commonplace, and he didn't think it was surprising.

Each of them is a true immortal who has cultivated for more than a thousand years, just a mortal who has collapsed, who hasn't seen so few?

Especially the Great Dao Jun Yang Sanlang, who no one knows the depth of cultivation, has already lived with heaven and earth, and the sun and moon shines together.

Not to mention mortals, there are thousands of immortals who have collapsed in front of him in the past.

Some people also have a handful of snot and a handful of tears, and then a handful of feces and pee and a handful of tears.

Some people also screwed their heads off while holding their liver sausages.

Therefore, when Yang Saburo saw the scene of life and death in front of him, his first reaction was to be a little disappointed.

What bullshit "destined people".

It's just another weak chicken who scares and loses his soul.

It's just a scrap that can't afford to play and collapses when you play it.

It's far less fun than one ten-thousandth of Huaihuang.

It's not as interesting as Zhong Wubao's 1/100,000.

Raising his hand, he decided that he still wanted Lu Ran to die, Xu Fu, after all, was his daughter, and if he thought of the Fire Fairy again in the future, it would come in handy.

Yang Sanlang's two fingers twisted up the immortal handprint, a "magic trick", a positive trick.

Who said that the key to positive is not to kill?

After being immortal, you can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want.

The only question is how to die and how to die in order to leave the most memorable and shocking picture in Xu Fu's heart?

Yang Sanlang groaned for a while, and his movements slowed down for a while.

"Whoaaaaaaaaa

Another scream passed his ears, Lu Ran lowered his head again, and raised his head again, but his eyes suddenly changed.

A fire suddenly lit up in his eyes.

It's not a real fire, it's not a fire, it's not a fire.

That's the fire of the sun.

Yang Sanlang's three-color pupils turned rapidly, which reminded him of some things from the past.

At this time, Lu Ran had already suddenly launched at a speed that he couldn't stop.

The blood of the green crow.

The speed of the thunderbolt instantly separates the sea of fire.

Separate everything in front of you, even the void.

But it was not to attack Yang Sanlang, nor to protect Xu Fu.

This drop of blood shot directly at the Qianshui True Monarch Xie Mian under the sect venerable!

No one could have imagined that this would be the case, and Xie Mian himself was even more caught off guard, he let out an "ah" and looked down at his chest.

A drop of blood fell on his chest, instantly burning a hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

Xie Mian subconsciously reached out to cover it.

But where can I still cover it.

The blood of the green black did not only break through his chest, but broke through him, burning a hole in him.

What was in Xie Mian's, Lu Ran didn't know.

But the scene in front of him was indeed as smooth as Lu Ran expected.

Qianshui Zhenjun, Qianshui Xie Mian, began to leak.

It was like an ocean that was overturned, first submerging the collapsed platform, and then the ubiquitous water.

These waters did not flow turbulently, but flowed to Xu Fu along the pipes laid by the blood of Qingwu as Lu Ran silently recited in his mouth.

The water gathers the water, protects the water, unites the water, turns into a giant beast, and even washes away the golden snake entrenched on Xu Fu's body at once.

Then the water rises from the ground, hugs each other, gathers and forms, and finally grows endlessly, turning into an impermeable wall of water on all sides.

A small one, just standing in the midst of the fire.

The fire is not extinguished, and the water is not extinguished, but I can only see the golden snake walking up and down outside the water prison, and I can't go in the slightest.

The plan worked.

Lu Ran let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at Na Xie Mian, although he had already filled the big hole in his chest, it could be closed, and he lost an unknown amount of immortal power, and he couldn't take care of the number of rituals, so he meditated on the spot and adjusted his breath.

The rest of the people, such as the Black Heaven Dao people, finally stopped being numb, and there was a faint look of surprise in their eyes.

The happiest person was Yang Sanlang, although the flame in Lu Ran's eyes had been extinguished at this time, but another fire in his heart that had been extinguished for many years had rekindled.

Lu Ran used the blood of Qingwu to borrow Qianshui Zhenjun's, which was a great feat that even he had never thought of.

And he actually used this shortly borrowed water and immortal power to almost completely reproduce one.

The "miracle" that stretches for thousands of miles, the most majestic and solid prison in the world, even something that is unshakable to oneself, is almost perfectly reproduced by this kid in the blink of an eye.

It's just that in terms of scale, it's a little smaller.

But the control of the water, the softness and hardness of the water, and the mysterious immortal breath are almost the same as the body above the two seas.

What kind of observation and spirituality does this require?

How much of that unsearchable and uncatchable luck is needed?

What if the power he borrowed didn't come from Xie Mian, but from me, Yang Sanlang? Is that real, or broken?

Is it that you can still go one step further above the perfect immortal?

Yang Sanlang felt that he was a little shaken again, but after thinking about it, such a person is indeed dangerous, so don't make any extraneous branches.

Because of a whim, do you do less stupid things by yourself?

Besides, his words have already been spoken, Lu Ran and Xu Fu, today, can only live one.

Who lives and who dies still depends on the sky.

Perhaps, you don't have to look at the sky.

Lu Ran saw that Xu Fu had temporarily escaped, and his face was happy, and he said to Yang Sanlang: "It seems that Xu Fu can't die, so there is only one way for me to die." ”

He spread his arms out and smiled peacefully from the heart.

"I've already chosen, please hurry up!"

He knew that Xu Fu was surrounded by a heavy water curtain at this time, and he couldn't see or hear this scene, so he no longer had any worries and let go of his worries.

He felt that he could do the same with those three words.

No regrets.

I, Lu Ran, will be with Huai Huang today, with many immortals, with the fire fairy, and with the master without deception.

Buried together in the city of Peerlessness.

Compared to being buried in the belly of a fish two years ago, or dying in a dark place over and over again, it doesn't seem bad.

Lu Ran closed his eyes.

Yang Sanlang suddenly became angry, and he changed his mind again, because he hated Lu Ran's expression at this time, whether you call him righteous and awe-inspiring, or make him look at death as home, it is extremely annoying.

It's a feeling that blinds people's eyes and burns their hearts.

The feeling of light.

Four-colored pupils appeared in Yang Sanlang's eyes at the same time, and the golden, red, blue, and silver colors flipped up and down in them, gradually forming two rapidly rotating rings.

He blinked his left eye, and a four-color aurora burst out of it, piercing the one that Lu Ran had worked so hard to build, and the water was exhausted, and the golden snake that had been waiting by his side immediately stepped forward and surrounded Xu Fu again.

Lu Ran didn't have time to be shocked, but he saw Yang Sanlang blink his right eye again, and another four-color aurora had already come to him.

Lu Ran only felt that there was a flower in front of him, his feet slipped, and his body seemed to be broken.

He fell into a fire, and then found that a fire had turned into countless fires.

Golden, red, blue, silver fire.

"You only know that there is a prison in this world, but you can know that there is a more cruel prison in this world, that is, in my eyes, Lu Ran, you will be burned to death by fire, you will be exposed to the light and die, you will be melted by heat and die. I, I have no regrets about fulfilling you. ”

Yang Sanlang turned around, raised his hand to the sky, and snapped his fingers again.

"Let's go back."

The handsome-looking man was stunned for a moment when he heard the snap of his fingers this time, and then let out a long sigh.

Only then did he slowly pull out the non-existent sword.

High in the sky, the black clouds swelled more and more, and countless golden lights appeared in them, as if the light was about to return to the world.

But that's not the case, these golden lights are the same golden rings that fell to the ground and destroyed everything.

Even Lu Ran, who was in the formation at this time, saw that the countless golden rings were like a rain of golden light.

Total destruction and total destruction fall together.

The whole world seems to have fallen into eternal silence.

Twenty-five million or more people are hidden in this silent darkness.

Only those who are higher in the sky will continue to rotate here.

Yang Sanlang finally regained his peerless smiling face with satisfaction, shook off the golden robe, turned around and turned into a golden light, and floated away.

The golden snake picked up Xu Fu, also turned into a golden light, and chased after him.

The group of people, each showing their magical powers, scattered the ten-colored brilliance, and soon dispersed as birds and beasts.

There is nothing left in the entire Peerless City.

Perhaps, only fire remains.

There were also two people who were still alive, quietly watching all this happen.

Ye Phantom, who looked handsome, was waiting for the fire to burn it all out.

Lu Ran was waiting to be consumed to death by the four lights.

Lu Ran knew that he had lost everything and didn't need to have everything anymore.

He found some familiar feelings.

He began to do what he would have done countless times in the past when he had not been happy to "die".

He sings.

It was a nursery rhyme that his grandfather often sang to him at sunset when he was a child:

Red clouds... Red sunset

The little red girl... I met a male doll

The face of a male doll... Little girl's hand

Red morning glow... Red Char

Red hair... Red fruit

Male doll's flowers... Give it to the girl doll to eat

The dream of a female doll... There are tears of male dolls......

Singing and singing, Lu Ran felt a little tired, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and a tear somehow slipped down his hand to the ground.

Smack.

Tears fell in the light and shattered.

Shattered into countless pieces.

Suddenly, the world was spinning.

Tears are also reversed.

Broken tears, broken into countless pieces.

Countless pieces of tears fell and broke again.

Fall again, shatter again.

Tears were in the four rays of light, up and down, upside down, upside down, twisted and turned, and shattered into more and countless pieces.

A heavy rain fell like this.