The surrounding scene was distorted for a moment, and Ye Wuwu's expression was abrupt, but he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Is it over?

At the end of the picture, Penglai walked out of the palace alone, facing the thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, and floated away.

The final ending, Ye Wuwu also saw it with his own eyes.

But it's already a few millennia later.

The heavenly soldiers and generals were all turned into white bones and buried deep in the land of this Penglai Island.

Is this all Penglai alone?

He did not doubt the authenticity of the scene in the slightest, because the oppressive feeling given to him by the scene was too strong.

With Situ Nanfeng's strength realm, it is not difficult to paint a fantasy for him, to be honest.

But it is really difficult to show the heavy pressure brought by the characters in it to the fullest.

"I see."

The Shifting Flower Palace is essentially just a branch of the original Penglai Immortal Monarch.

This also explains why Wu Ye knows so many things, and why the Shifting Flower Palace knows everything about Penglai.

What shocked Ye Wuwu even more at this moment was that when the man in white named Hua Wujian in the picture was obviously unfathomable, he had even reached the realm of heaven and man.

But the celestials, falling in the mouth of that Penglai Dao, are just a burden.

This made Ye Wuwu feel embarrassed in his heart.

Heaven and man are all burdens, but they are only worthy of the realm of blowing snow.

So, what kind of realm is this legendary Penglai immortal?

Ye Wuwu didn't know, at least not at the moment.

Penglai, flowers are flawless, heavenly people, cumbersome, moving flowers palace......

The characters and the story formed a picture, and the picture surged in his mind, like countless tiny water droplets connected into a line, and Ye Wuwu suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Who the hell are you?" Ye Wuwu suddenly shouted loudly.

Situ Nanfeng smiled and spoke, not at all surprised that Ye Wuwu asked such a question.

"I'm just a little fairy from heaven."

A heavenly immortal?

Ye Wuwu's face was a little ugly, and his complexion was a little gloomy.

What about deceiving ghosts?

A little fairy in the sky, can know so many things?

As far as Fang Cai's picture is concerned, if it is not immersive, how can there be such a clear view?

Besides, he is just a little fairy in the sky, how was he relegated to the world?

Ye Wuwu shook his head.

"Who the hell are you?"

Situ Nanfeng was still smiling, and did not respond to Ye Wuwu's question, but just replied on his own.

"Ye Wuwu, you should die."

When the story is over, it's time to die.

At the thought of it, the sky was dark.

In the body of the Kun Beast, the sky has been clear since it entered the island, but at this moment, it is gradually becoming dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like the sky is covered with a curtain.

On this island, where no one can cross the realm of heaven and man, Situ Nanfeng has broken this rule again and again.

A bold idea appeared in Ye Wuwu's heart, the idea was only for a moment, and then it became more and more clear.

His eyes were clear, and he spoke loudly to the old man in front of him.

"Senior, should I call you Situ Nanfeng, or Penglai Xianjun?"

Situ Nanfeng smiled and shook his head slightly, but he didn't mean anything negative, just stroked his beard with one hand and sighed with a sigh on his face.

"What a smart boy."

But it's just smart.

Situ Nanfeng was a little disdainful in his heart.

I can't even judge the most basic situation, do you think that with a little bit of intelligence, you can despise everything?

What if you knew the whole truth of the matter at the moment?

Even if you suddenly wake up, what if the old man is Penglai himself?

Knowing all this, can you avoid immortality?

Situ Nanfeng let out a rather disdainful sneer, and then waved his hand lightly.

From in front of him, there was a burst of majestic qi that was visible to the naked eye of ordinary people and ordinary people, echoing towards Ye Wuwu.

but to besiege him to death.

Ye Wuwu didn't make any extra movements, just withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked in front of him.

He had been looking at the sky, not knowing what he was looking at.

But he still sighed slightly.

"Dugu Lao'er, look at it, master, I stick to the bottom line very much, if you teach me to learn swords, then I will recognize you as a master in my life."

"Of course, it's definitely not because of my junior sister."

Ye Wuwu muttered quietly, but he regretted it a little in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he recognized Situ Nanfeng as his teacher, his junior sister would have been deprived of her luck, otherwise how could Ye Wuwu be so firm?

It's a dead end.

There is no situation where he worships Situ Nanfeng as a teacher again, and Lu Caiwei continues to survive.

The source of the damage to his luck lies in his junior sister.

The meaning in Situ Nanfeng's words is very clear, he wants to accept Ye Wuwu as an apprentice, but he will not accept a waste person as an apprentice.

Ye Wuwu, whose luck has been damaged, will not be able to enter the peak in this life, let alone land immortals.

How is it different from a wasted person?

He took a deep breath, and in his eyes, those distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment, and only firmness remained.

Situ Nanfeng waved his hand, and the qi was rippling, coming from all directions.

Ye Wuwu stretched out his hand, and his palm closed at first, then opened.

One of them was revealed.

A touch of golden light appeared from Ye Wuwu's hand.

Illuminate the dim sky in a misty gold.

The qi that rippled in all directions, but at this moment, under the golden light, it was suddenly sudden, and then it slowly dissipated.

Situ Nanfeng's face couldn't help but pause, as if he was a little surprised.

He looked ahead, at Ye Wuwu's hand.

Saw the contents clearly.

It was a phalange.

"Living Buddha relics?"

Situ Nanfeng said silently, but then he sneered.

What about the Living Buddha Relics?

I'm not afraid of a living Buddha, do I still care about a relic?

The old man's face was flat, and he gently stretched out a finger.

The qi machine turns from invisible to tangible.

A phantrum like a dragon and snake appeared from the sky above Situ Nanfeng's head, and then opened his bloody mouth and swallowed towards the small figure at his feet.

"Roar!"

The substantive voice sounded in Ye Wuwu's ears, which made Ye Wuwu raise his eyebrows, a little surprised in his heart.

Is this dragon still real?

He just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze from the phalange in his hand.

This relic, which was given to him when Cangyangcuo became a Buddha, has accompanied Ye Wuwu for nearly three years.

Time has passed, and this relic is far less dazzling and imposing than it was at the beginning, and it is obviously the power inside it that has dissipated a lot.

As of today, there is not much left.

"Cangyang Cuo ......"

Ye Wuwu read slowly.

Then he was quite angry and scolded the relics in his hand.

"your merry monk, I asked you to give Lao Tzu a box of relics, but you gave me one!"

"If I were given a box, would I still be forced to be like this!"

The words stopped abruptly, and Ye Wuwu took one last look at the living Buddha relic, and then shook his palm fiercely.

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

The phalanx shattered.

It's just the cracking sound of a finger bone, so subtle that if you don't pay attention, you won't be able to detect the sound.

But in Ye Wuwu's ears, this subtle cracking sound covered up the roar of the dragon and snake that flew in.

Suddenly there was a golden light between heaven and earth, far more prosperous than before.

There is a golden Buddha statue that suddenly appears between heaven and earth.

The Buddha statue only has a phantory shadow, and it is impossible to see the complexion clearly, nor can it see the joy and sorrow clearly.

The Buddha statue gently stretched out a finger.

This finger is not an illusion.

The golden light is condensed and dazzling.

(End of chapter)