The helpless voice of Kunpeng's soul echoed in his mind: "I knew it wasn't that simple, the master's arrangement was really right." Young master, Kunpeng is also gone, see you in the next life. ”

A huge phantom rushed out, like a bird and a fish, colliding with the purple divine thunder.

Thundered~

With a loud bang, the electricity covered the surrounding area for hundreds of meters, the entire grove was destroyed, the town was directly affected by the powerful electricity, and the power grid was forced to shut down.

The energy storm scattered and impacted, although Xiao Fan was not hit by the purple thunder, but the aftermath was still more terrifying than the power of the ninth heavenly thunder.

The electric current induction drilled into his body, his heart was almost squeezed, his blood was boiling, and the whole person was under tremendous pressure.

After a few moments, the light dissipated.

Xiao Fan found that he was still alive and couldn't help but sigh.

And the air he blew out turned out to be a puff of black smoke......

His entrails seemed to be scorched, not a single hair remained, and his clothes were blackened and tattered, more like a beggar than a beggar.

"It hurts......"

Xiao Fan felt bitter in his heart.

Before he could save himself, his mind suddenly became dizzy, and he fell down with a thud.

The people who witnessed the whole process of his "crossing the catastrophe" from a distance were very nervous and curious at this moment, and they didn't know what happened to him.

Someone started coming up the hill to see how he was doing, if he needed help.

But before they could go up the mountain, a helicopter suddenly appeared on the lonely mountain, jumped down a few people who looked like medical personnel, carefully carried the blackened Xiao Fan up, and quickly left.

The clouds cleared, and the sky cleared again.

Witnesses lamented that it was truly an unprecedented experience, that they had seen supernatural scenes, and that many things in the game world no longer seemed to be purely virtual entertainment.

Someone immediately wanted to share the captured footage on the Internet.

But they were surprised to find that only part of the photos they took were normal, and from the tenth thunder onwards, all the photos taken had become out of order, as if they were garbled!

The large electric field has interfered with the surrounding electronic equipment, and the communication and power supply have been affected, and they cannot operate normally.

They can only send out half of the photos, and the remaining half by dictation.

Although it is only half, those photos that are comparable to special effects still cause an uproar.

……

In the dark, Xiao Fan opened his eyes.

This is neither a familiar rental house, nor a disciple's room of the Ling Xiao Sect, but a world without heaven and earth, and in darkness.

"What is this place?" He muttered subconsciously.

Crash~

In the darkness, something moved.

Xiao Fan saw a painting scroll floating out of the place of the master gate without knowing it, and slowly unfolded.

This painting is the one that the old dean gave him!

The scroll unfolded, and the woman in it, who did not have facial features drawn, but only a few simple lines outlining the general figure of the figure, appeared in front of him.

Xiao Fan opened his mouth and wanted to shout.

But he couldn't shout.

Instead, it was the man in the painting who spoke first.

Her voice was elegant and soft, her voice was neither high nor low, and she said, "My child, congratulations on growing up."

"Mother...... Mother ......"

Xiao Fan shouted out the words that he was holding in his heart, and his pronunciation was a little difficult and difficult, as if a baby was learning to speak for the first time.

He reached out to touch it, but all he touched was a painting.

There was a wave of water on the surface of the scroll, and the brush and ink suddenly spread out, and the lines began to increase.

The facial features, clothing textures, and hair details that didn't exist were gradually clarified.

An indescribably beautiful young woman dressed in white appears on the scroll.

Her beauty makes words diluted, eclipsing all adjectives and unable to describe them at all.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be two words: perfect.

Xiao Fan looked at this woman who was much more beautiful than her senior sister, and couldn't believe that this person was her mother for a while.

She doesn't look like a human being!

It's immortals!

A truly unique heavenly immortal that only exists in fantasy!

"My child, my mother really wants to watch you grow up. It's a pity that many things can't be as you wish, and even if you become the controller of the world, you have a lot of helplessness. The person in the painting said, stretched out a hand, and touched Xiao Fan's face.

This hand is real, warm, tactile, and very gentle.

But when Xiao Fan wanted to touch her, he grabbed it again, and could only passively feel the caress from his mother with his face.

"Mother, mother......"

Xiao Fan changed his tone and shouted again, and suddenly couldn't help but have hot eyes, and his vision blurred.

"Ugh." The person in the painting replied with a joyful voice, indicating that she could communicate, not just a shadow recorded in the painting.

She touched Xiao Fan's head and said apologetically: "Child, my mother is sorry that she can't accompany you when you need it most." If you have resentment in your heart, your mother understands it, and she doesn't ask for your forgiveness, but only hopes that you can live well and live happily with your friends and sweethearts. Daddy and Mother are out on a campaign, and they should be back soon, and they will definitely compensate you well when the time comes. "Gale

Xiao Fan hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, I have no grudges, I have no grudges now!" I'm just, I just want to...... Meet you. ”

"It's coming, we'll be able to meet soon. My poor child, crying so sadly. His mother's hand wiped his tears for him, and her tone was a little distressed.

"I didn't cry. Mother, can I go to you myself? Where are you? If I get stronger, can I go see you? Xiao Fan asked, with a strong fighting spirit.

Hearing this, the person in the painting replied, "Of course, if you can cultivate the power of chaos to the fullest, you can break through the barriers of the small heavens and come to the world of the great heavens by yourself." Daddy's body is in the great heavens, and you can see us in the past. ”

"Past?" Xiao Fan didn't understand this sentence.

"You'll understand when you get there. But don't put too much pressure on yourself, my mother just wants you to live happily, and it doesn't matter if you become strong or not. The man in the painting said again.

Xiao Fan was a little puzzled.

"Mother is going to retract her thoughts, and another battle is coming. Child, my mother misses you very much, I miss you very much......"

The figure in the painting began to fade and was about to leave.

Xiao Fan stretched out his hand to grab it, but he could only grab the air.

Seeing that his biological mother was about to leave in a hurry when he saw him, he said eagerly: "Mother, when will you appear again?" I still have a lot more to say to you! ”

"It won't be long...... The next time we meet, you have to love only one person, and you can't spend your heart~"

The figure in the painting fades away from the lines and details, and reverts to a hazy shadow.

Xiao Fan's ears echoed with her last voice, and her tone was a bit joking.

"Mother's ......"

Xiao Fan hugged the scroll with mixed feelings.

After a long time, he gradually adjusted his mood, and pressed the mood that seemed to be joy, like melancholy, and with a strong longing and longing in his heart.

"Love only one person, can't spend your heart ......"

He tasted the last words of his mother, frowned, and said: "What do you mean by this, I am not a person of flowers, what does my mother remind me to do like this?"

Could it be ...... My father is a flowery person, and my mother is afraid that he will inherit this shortcoming?