The Death Knife may be able to kill everyone, but it can't kill Bufan.

Because the Death God Sword is a weapon forged by the white jade skeleton in order to protect Bufan.

Bu Fan did report that he was going to die and stabbed himself with the Death Sword, and the terrifying power in the Death God Knife also completely burst out, and the evil aura was amazing, enough to destroy everything.

However, after the outbreak of the evil qi of the Death God Sword, the Death God Knife contained a trace of soul power, which originated from the soul power of the white jade skeleton.

It was the white jade skeleton that protected him, and the white jade skeleton's soul power turned into a milky white light curtain that wrapped Bu Fan, although the evil qi outside the light curtain seemed to collapse the space, but Bu Fan did not suffer any harm from this.

After the explosion of the evil air mass, his consciousness sank into a sea of mist, and he was confused, not knowing where it was.

"Maybe this is the legendary underworld!" said Bouvan laughing at himself, walking in the hazy sea of mist.

Suddenly, a familiar soul wave came, and someone was shouting his name.

"Bufan!"

The voice was so familiar that Bufan couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"Skeleton, where are you?" Bu Fan shouted, this was the voice of his best friend Bai Yu Skeleton, and then Bu Fan saw a skull suddenly appear in front of him, his eyes were burning with milky white soul fire, and the bones on his body seemed to be more white and transparent, as if they were pieces of jade pieced together, exuding milky white brilliance.

It doesn't have a trace of the aura of a necromantic creature, but it has a sacred-like aura.

If it lives, it will be a fairy-like existence. Bufan thought.

"Hehe, Xiao Fanfan, let's meet again!" The white jade skeleton walked up to Bu Fan's body, and the jade-like bone palm slapped on Bu Fan's chest fiercely.

And after Bu Fan saw the white jade skeleton, he also let go of all his burden, and the white jade skeleton was definitely someone he could trust.

"Don't call me that, I'm an adult!" Bufan bared his snow-white teeth, as if he wanted to bite the white jade skull.

When he was a teenager, he was easy to put the white jade skeleton together, and he would not forget that when he was angry, he would childishly bite the white jade skeleton's hand bones, and the white hand bones seemed to be coated with a layer of honey, which made Bu Fan happy to do it.

The white jade skeleton may have been scared by Bu Fan when he was a child, and the soul fire in his eyes couldn't help but beat after seeing Bu Fan's teeth.

"You quirky zombie Xiao Fanfan, you don't like to bite living people, you bite my old bones!" the white jade skeleton scolded, but the fluctuation of soul power made Bu Fan feel a burst of happiness.

In the time when the white jade skeleton was together, Bufan was always so happy.

"Hey, Skeleton, I'm alive now, I'm flesh and blood with life!" Bufan stretched out his arm and stretched out his seductive hand to the white jade skeleton.

"Cut! I'm a noble skeleton, I don't bother to bite!" The white jade skeleton directly hit Bu Fan's hand back, and then hugged his chest with both hands, and looked at Bu Fan carefully.

"Why haven't you seen you for a long time, your hair is gray, it seems to be older than me!" The white jade skeleton shook its skull, reached out and stroked Bufan's white hair, a milky white light flowed from its hand, and Bufan clearly felt a trace of soul power probing the memory of his white hair.

Bufan didn't stop because he had absolute trust in the white jade skeleton.

Soon, the white jade skeleton learned everything about the past.

"Are you looking for the gates of hell?" asked the white jade skeleton.

After Bu Fan heard this word, a scorching light suddenly erupted in his eyes, and he grabbed the arms of the white jade skeleton and shook violently.

"You know where it is, tell me quickly, I'm going to save Yun'er!" Bufan was about to go crazy.

"Don't shake me!" For some reason, the white jade skeleton actually let out a big temper, and Bu Fan was obviously stunned for a moment after detecting its soul power fluctuations.

He had never seen a white jade skeleton like this.

Bu Fan's white jade skeleton had such a big temper, and when he thought of Yun'er, he couldn't help but feel sad.

After a long time, the white jade skeleton seemed to have regained its previous mood.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been!"

"Nothing!"

"Yun'er is indeed a good girl, she died for you!" The white jade skeleton's soul power fluctuations were also full of sadness.

"She's a good girl, she shouldn't have met me, I killed her with my own hands!" Bufan couldn't shake off the fact that he fell into self-blame whenever he thought about it.

"I know where the gates of hell are, but I can't tell you right now!" said the white jade skull.

"Why!" Buvan's voice was so loud that it even echoed.

"There is no reason, if you go to the gate of hell now, you won't even be able to walk through the Yellow Spring Road, and you will only have the result of being scattered there!" the white jade skeleton also shouted, it was worried about Bu Fan.

But Bufan, who was emotionally confused, didn't know the good intentions of the white jade skeleton.

"I'm not afraid! I must see Yun'er again!" Bufan was still persistent.

"No matter what, I won't let you go to death!" The white jade skeleton's soul power continued to fluctuate, filled with terrifying fluctuations.

"Unless you reach the realm of the Immortal Emperor, you come to the Sixin Realm to find me, and I will guide you to set foot on the Huangquan Road and go to the underworld!"

"Immortal Emperor Realm?" Bu Fan had never heard of this realm at all, he was very confused.

"With your qualifications, it won't take long!" said the white jade skeleton.

Bouvan was even more confused.

How long is how long, the white jade skeleton doesn't know how many years old the monster is, thousands of years is not too long for her!

"Don't worry, it's really fast, but now, I'm going to seal your memories!" A milky white halo erupted from the white jade skeleton's body, enveloping Bufan.

Bufan felt that his body could not move, and the memories in his mind were unreservedly probed.

The white jade skeleton probed into the things in Dao Bufan's mind, and his soul power couldn't help but fluctuate violently.

It discovers that there is a fault in Buvan's memory.

It was the memory of Bufan's previous life, and no matter what, the white jade skeleton was constantly probing.

It could only see the sixteen-year-old boy Bu Fan suddenly appear in Shenzhou, and his previous fate, the white jade skeleton could not see it at all.

It didn't dare to use its supernatural powers to see everything, which would not only damage itself, but might even make Bufan demented.

Eventually, it sealed the memory of Bu Fan's killing of Qin Xueyun with his own hands, and it changed Bu Fan's memory.

"There's a beautiful girl waiting for you, and you won't be able to see her until you reach the Immortal Emperor Realm!" the white jade skeleton muttered.

Bu Fan's death about Qin Xueyun had been sealed, he only knew that there was a girl from Qin Xueyun waiting for him in the Sixin Realm, and he could only see her again when he reached the Immortal Emperor Realm.

But no matter what, Qin Xueyun's position in Bu Fan's heart is the most important, and he will work hard for Qin Xueyun to cultivate to the Immortal Emperor Realm.

"Your white hair is too dazzling, you're not that old!" said the white jade skeleton softly, the milky white halo waving, and all of Bufan's white hair turned black.

"Go, reach the Immortal Emperor Realm, go to the Sixin Realm to find me, where is your Yun'er waiting for you!" After saying this, the white jade skeleton disappeared.

After all, this is just a trace of its soul power, and it can't be left for long.

"Skeletons!" shouted Boufan, his feelings for the skeleton were still very sincere.

But after all, the soul power of the white jade skeleton dissipated, and the Death God Sword disintegrated into fragments, forming this milky white light curtain, and it was constantly weakening.

After all, Bu Fan had reached the realm of Zhan Shen, and his concentration was unexpected, and he quickly walked out of the sadness of the skeleton's departure.

"As long as I reach the Immortal Emperor Realm, I will be able to go to the Sixin Realm, goodbye Yun'er, goodbye skeletons!" Bu Fan was definitely happy, but then he became confused.

What kind of realm is the Immortal Emperor Realm, the white jade skeleton has not been born for tens of thousands of years, and it doesn't know the division of the current realm outside.

If compared with ancient times, the monk of the Divine Realm is equivalent to an immortal who has just stepped into the Immortal Path, and if he wants to reach the Immortal Emperor Realm, he has to go a long way.

Show your spirits, seal the dust, return to the source, or do you have to go further?

But no matter what, he had to cultivate as quickly as possible to discover the secrets of the Immortal Emperor Realm.

His path forward seemed to be clear all at once.

He forgot the pain he had had, and walked out of the evil air mass with flowing and confident black hair.

Bu Fan was only tampered with about Qin Xueyun, and the others were not modified.

And every word that the blood dragon said, he heard it clearly.

The ink dragon tens of thousands of years ago has completely disappeared from this world, and there are only the blood-red little ones who will be with Bufan.

It was so sad for Bouvan that it cried and fainted, and Bufan, fearing that it would fall from the sky, caught it.

Full of black hair, confident and calm, there is no trace of sadness on his face.

Yes, only persistence and perseverance, he vowed to reach the Immortal Emperor Realm mentioned by the skeleton and go to see Qin Xueyun.

Huang Shihai was completely shocked, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then slapped Yuwen Xingfeng beside him fiercely.

"It hurts, what are you doing so hard?" Yuwen Xingfeng was woken up from shock by Huang Shihai's slap, and roared at Huang Shihai.

"It's good to hurt, it proves that I'm not dreaming anymore!" Huang Shihai said.

"You have to prove that you are not dreaming, you beat yourself up!" Yuwen Xingfeng almost roared, but then he was slapped again.

"Roar, who is still beating me, Lao Tzu fights!" Yuwen Xingfeng directly tore through the space, and a black hole formed in his chest, hitting the person who hit him.

But the small black hole crashed into the person, but it was shattered, turning into a cloud of chaotic qi, and then returning to a round shape.

"I feel like I'm in a dream, the martial demon came out of his grief and regained his confidence and calmness, and you dared to fight me back, all this is too unreal!" Gu Mingkong looked a little dumbfounded.

Yuwen Xingfeng collapsed, and if he wanted to fight Gu Mingkong, he really couldn't beat him.

And what about Huang Shihai?

He couldn't beat it either.

In the tragedy, he could only roar angrily: "Lao Tzu hurts, it's true!"

He only had the right to roar, but his roar was obviously ignored by Huang Shihai and Gu Mingkong.

But immediately after, another slap fell on his face, and he felt the blood and qi all over his body shook, and five blood-red finger prints appeared on his face at once.

Yuwen Xingfeng was crazy, really crazy, and the space around him fell into pitch black, as if it had been wiped out.

"Little blood, you don't want to live!"

But the blood of the night laughed.

"Hehe, the hand is too cheap, I'll cut off this hand!

After saying that, the night blood really cut off his right hand, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

Then, a bloody glow shone from his severed hand, and a white right hand grew again.

Yuwen Xingfeng was silent, even if he was able to fight with the blood of the night, he was not willing to fight this madman!

"You... "You..."

But he was slapped on the head again, almost knocking him out of the air.

"Who is his sister's!" I have to say that Yuwen Xingfeng is a Shenzhou Zhanshen Realm monk after all, and his quality is very good, and he has not broken out a dirty word until now.

"Well, I didn't hold back, I thought I had entered the illusion, but I already felt the pain!" said Litianming, who had always been steady.

"I have a headache!" Yuwen Xingfeng roared, but he really didn't dare to make a move, with the strength of his Divine Realm, even if he was traumatized, he could make the surface look intact in the first place.

"The effect of force is mutual, and my hand hurts too!" Li Tianming rubbed his hands.

Yuwen's demeanor completely collapsed, and he burst into tears! But he couldn't beat anyone.

In the end, he had no choice but to slip away and hide to the side and make a circle.

Fortunately, the fog heart book was still hidden in the fog, and no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

And Qin Xiaoyao was almost surrounded by Kyushu Ding, and the expression on his face was extremely strange.

Qin Xueyun was his own sister, and her death was also quite a blow to him, but he still chose to remain silent.

He saw Bufan's indifference in his eyes, Bufan became like this for his sister, and he didn't live up to Qin Xueyun, but he was also a little unbearable, Bufan was also his friend after all, and he didn't want Bufan to be indifferent and lonely forever.

But Bufan's sudden change, confident flowing black hair and stable stature made him a little unacceptable.

At this time, Bu Fan had already received the blood-colored little dragon in his hand, and the life origin power in his body poured into the little dragon's body, waking up the fainted little dragon.

"Bufan, it's really good that you're not dead!" the little dragon's voice was immature, and it was given a new lease of life.

It will be Bouvan's eternal companion.

It was joyful after grief, and it continued to dance around Buvan, looking joyful.

After a long time, he flew over Bouvan's head again, hiding in it, and if you didn't look closely, you would only think it was a reddish-purple hair.

"Haha, little guy, how could I die so quickly, we are forever partners, you will accompany me to the Immortal Emperor Realm and go to see Yun'er?"

"Do you know where the gate of the underworld is?" asked Xiaolong in shock.

"What is the gate of the underworld!" asked Bufan, puzzled.

"You don't know?" Xiaolong was even more shocked, it knew everything about him and Qin Xueyun.

"Why should I know, besides, what is the Gate of the Underworld, it seems to be a very important thing to me!" Bufan seemed to fall into memory, but it was obvious that he couldn't remember.

"You're amnesia again!" Xiaolong was shocked, flew out of Bufan's hair, and looked at Bufan seriously in front of him.

Bufan looked at the little dot in front of him, stretched out his palm and pulled it off.

"What amnesia, I'm still fine, are you having a fever after demutation, I'm not fine!" Bufan was worried about Xiaolong.

The little dragon circled around Bu Fan a few more times, and after finding that Bu Fan was not missing anything, he flew on Bu Fan's shoulder again.

It muttered to itself, "Nothing less, is that what is going on?" Even the nervous little dragon couldn't accept Bufan's current transformation.

"What's going on, little guy, you really have a fever!" I don't know why, snowflakes fluttered around Bufan, and the temperature between heaven and earth seemed to be cold in an instant.

"Here, cool you down!" Bufan's eyes flashed with sadness, and then the snowflake petals flew towards the little dragon, and finally wrapped the little dragon.

"I don't have a fever, but I suddenly know a lot of things, and I feel like I can't digest it!" Xiaolong said.

Bufan no longer controlled the snowflakes around him, letting them fall, and he couldn't help but ask, "What do you remember?"

"A very old, familiar, and beautiful name, as if it belongs to me!" said the little dragon proudly.

Bufan asked in surprise, "What's the name?"

"Ink Dance!"

"What!" Bufan was a little confused.

"Ink Dance!" the little dragon flew up from the sky, forming two ancient fonts.

The two ancient characters are called black, as if they were written from the air with splashed ink.

And recalling the condition of Xiaolong tens of thousands of years ago, it is not so difficult to understand the name.

At that time, Xiaolong was a veritable magic dragon, and its body was as black as ink, so it took ink as its surname, which seems to be not difficult to understand.

But the name Mo Wu made Bu Fan a little difficult to understand.

What a poetic name, it was a waste to use it on the previous dragon.

After a long time, Bufan said: "Now that you have a new life, let's give it a new name!"

"What's my name?" The two of Xiaolong's eyes were very huge, and they stared at Bufan.

Bu Fan said: "It's called Mo Xuan!"

In line with the ancient thoughts, Bufan did not change Xiaolong's surname, and it is still called Mo.

Because when the little dragon was born with Lingzhi, it was pitch black as ink.

However, there are many meanings of Xuanzi.

It can be as simple as black or as mysterious.

And the little dragon used to be a demon dragon for tens of thousands of years, and the color on its body made Bufan dizzy.

"Mo Xuan!Okay, I like this name very much, I will be called Mo Xuan in the future!" Xiao Long was very happy, flying in the air.

It didn't care too much about the name, it was the one it trusted the most who gave it a name, and it was happy.

"Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan, but you are now bloody, and it really has nothing to do with Mo!" Bu Fan looked at Xiaolong's blood-colored figure and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's okay, I'll be fine when the time comes!"

Bufan was about to go crazy, and couldn't help but roar: "You are a five-clawed divine dragon, not a chameleon!"

Two chapters and 10,000 words, it's very cool to read! I have to take my time in the future! I ask for the strong support of my brothers and sisters!

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