Zhang Lan woke up from outside Fengning City, and when he looked up, he saw that Fengning in the distance had turned into a huge furnace, and Li Xiuzhen stood in the furnace and suppressed the demonic energy of repentance with his mortal body.

The scorching air wave spread for dozens of miles, and several white clouds in the sky above Fengning City were rolled and crushed to form a huge whirlpool, and the people in the city still didn't understand the situation at this time, and raised their heads one by one to hold their mobile phones and sigh at the miracle of nature.

Zhang Lan stood up, he shook his head and looked around. Around him were more than 300 monks who had died with him.

Strange, isn't he dead?

Zhang Lan stood up slowly, he could feel that his soul and body were not tightly matched, and he still needed a little time to get used to his body.

What happened, Zhang Lan thought.

A hand suddenly put on Zhang Lan's shoulder, Zhang Lan turned around in a panic, but only saw a young man he didn't know.

"You are?" Zhang Lan asked suspiciously.

The young man in front of him was dressed in clothes that didn't look like he was modern, and he looked at him with the same love as if he were looking at a junior.

"Zhang Lan? Why do you want to use the name of Feng Ming Sect? ”

The young man spoke: "When you killed yourself in Zhizhu Lane, it was the name of Feng Ming Sect that was reported...... As he spoke, the young man looked up in the direction of Feng Ning City, "But I remember that Feng Ming Sect has no incense since Li Xiuzhen." ”

"This ......," Zhang Lan said.

"You're not a cultivator among strangers, nor are you a disciple of the Fengming Sect, you're a casual cultivator?" The young man withdrew his hand and said thoughtfully: "Do you think that the name of Fengming Sect is loud and good?" It shouldn't be, those nest cultivators of the Fengming Sect have all died in Laizhou in the battle to protect the country......"

"Shut up!" Zhang Lan said angrily.

"Oh?" The young man looked at Zhang Lan with a smile: "Am I not right?" ”

Zhang Lan's face turned red and he couldn't care who the other party was: "What do you know, what are the cultivators of the nest, they are heroes!" Fengming Sect is just a second-rate sect in Laizhou, after the fall of the three northeastern states, when all the first-class sects went south, only Sect Master Cheng Xiao of Fengming Sect led his disciples to resist the enemy! ”

"So what, it's dead." The young man pretended to be relaxed, but his eyes were still fixed on Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was angry when he heard this, "They are the first batch of rebels after the fall of the three northeastern states, without supplies and without support, they still blocked hundreds of thousands of enemies, they are dead, but Lord Li Xiuzhen is still alive, right." ”

"Li Xiuzhen is also dying." The young man said coldly.

A punch roared and pointed at the man's face.

Good!

The young man secretly admired in his heart, and casually pressed Zhang Lan's fist.

Zhang Lan's offensive was sudden, but the next second it was like a storm.

It's a good seedling, strong enough.

The young man stretched out his hand with a smile, but he just pinched a simple talisman and Zhang Lan's fist couldn't move forward.

"I believe that you have your own judgment on the gap between you and me, do you still fight?"

Zhang Lan did not hesitate at all, even though his fists were dripping with blood and revealing his white bones, he still kept swinging his fists.

"Until you apologize to the dead martyrs, I won't stop punching." Zhang Lan gritted her teeth and said.

"Okay." The young man said with a smile.

At this time, Zhang Lan had not yet discovered that the sun that should have been early in the morning had been hanging in the sky for some reason.

After another few hundred punches, the momentum on Zhang Lan's body gradually exhausted.

The young man glanced back in the direction of Fengning City, and then looked at Zhang Lan, who was lying on his back with his arms down.

History books will not record Li Xiuzhen as a good cultivator, but people will remember him as a cultivator who inherited hope.

Thinking of this, the young man raised his head to the sky and exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity.

Where the flames are everywhere, it is where the blades of our monks are headed.

Fight for those compatriots who have been mutilated by demons, fight for the purification of evil in this world, and as long as there is a breath left, the sparkling fire will never be extinguished.

Lord Sword Immortal, I and other cultivators, have we ever done anything wrong?

The young man snapped his fingers, a wisp of blue flame burst out from his fingertips, and he slowly lowered his head to look at Zhang Lan, just like a sword immortal looking at him a thousand years ago.

"Zhang Lan, remember what you said today."

With that, the man grasped the fireworks in one hand and let the flames burn all over his body.

Zhang Lan was blinded by the man's series of actions, and for some reason he suddenly wanted to step forward and hug the young man, because he seemed to see the fate of each other.

Zhang Qingzhi, the patriarch of Fengming Sect, died in battle under the demon stone a thousand years ago.

Li Xiuzhen, the former sect master of the Fengming Sect, died in Fengning City five years ago.

The surrounding air seemed to be beginning to freeze, originally in the south, but at the moment there was a thick layer of snow piled up in a radius of hundreds of miles.

The man in a fiery red robe walked step by step towards the frozen sea. The man's head was pinned with a wooden hairpin engraved with the words "Lower and Lower", the man's left hand was holding a wisp of flame, and his right hand was holding a talisman sword, looking at the three giant ships anchored in the air, he couldn't help but let out a hearty smile.

The last suzerain of Fengming Sect, Zhang Lan, died in Wangjiang City in the South China Sea.

The young man's body vanished in the flames, leaving only a white jade plaque.

Zhang Lan stepped forward to pick it up and take a look, the five characters on the book, Fengming Sect Zhang Lan.

On the wasteland outside the city, a man with almost useless arms cried in tears while holding the white jade carved free card.

"Is this also in your calculations?"

Li Qingqu looked up at Li Xiuzhen and muttered.

Li Xiuzhen, who was sitting in the sky, looked in the direction of Zhang Lan expressionlessly, only glanced at it and then hurriedly turned back.

How did Zhang Lan know the appearance of the person hanging in the Fengming Sect Patriarch Hall.

I'm probably the last person to remember his face.

Li Xiuzhen grinned, he finally didn't let Feng Mingzong cut off the incense.

It was raining in the sky, and it was the last struggle of regret.

The hairpins tied to the two places where the egrets and cranes chirped rose up to the sky, and the large array finally began to operate at this moment.

Behind Li Xiuzhen is the afterimage of Ye Yuxin, who is as fragile as a baby in swaddling clothes at this moment. And Li Xiuzhen, who was standing in front of her, was sticking to what the human race had guarded for thousands of years at this time.

The sword of fire hovered beside Li Xiuzhen, and the sword body burst out with dazzling fire, which was a symbol of its response to humanity.

The Sword of Thunder is deeply rooted in the Shuiyang River, and the purest Thunder Law in the world is spread throughout the entire river.

A powerful pressure enveloped the entire Fengning City, and even the most sluggish people felt that the air was a little stuffy today.

"Repentance."

Li Xiuzhen looked at the remorse that turned into a black dragon and just wanted to break through the obstacles, and sighed heavily.

The figure of regret suddenly froze, and his ethereal body actually flinched a little at this moment.

Because Li Xiuzhen, who was on his head, blood had overflowed from the corners of his mouth at this time, and the ferry that could store spiritual energy on his body had begun to collapse, even so, this old man was even more calm, and he couldn't see a trace of fear in him.

That's death! It is something that human beings have been unable to escape for thousands of years!

"Eternal life is a good thing." Li Xiuzhen said slowly: "But people have lived for a long time, and they have seen a lot, so they feel that big and small things don't matter, and the fact that I have come to this point is the punishment of Lord Sword Immortal for me, blaming me for not saving every innocent civilian." ”

"Lord Sword Immortal, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Laws, will you feel that the suffering of the human race is also indifferent?"

The sword immortal didn't answer him, in that illusion, he was still a naked man under the waterfall, only to see him take a deep breath and beat the waterfall backwards and back, Li Xiuzhen saw this scene thoughtfully.

The sword fairy slowly walked out of the water, and the bamboo leaves suddenly fell.

Li Xiuzhen saw countless possibilities in each bamboo leaf, but he still didn't see the one he wanted.

"Xiuzhen."

The sword immortal spoke, only to see him say softly: "I can't go back." ”

"Lord Sword Immortal is wrong!" Li Xiuzhen said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" The Sword Immortal said with a smile.

"In the realm of the Sword of Fire, there is not a sea of fire, but wood and water that are restrained by fire?" Li Xiuzhen grabbed a bamboo leaf and said with a smile: "Is this the Bodhi leaf and the time river?" ”

One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

"Yes, now that you know, what do you do?" The Sword Immortal did not hide it, but looked forward to Li Xiuzhen's next answer.

"Fire, can it be like water?"

The sword fairy narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Sword Immortal-sama's lying skills are not as good as ours." Li Xiuzhen laughed heartily.

The sword fairy turned his back and was noncommittal, but said again: "Do you want to go and meet them?" ”

Li Xiuzhen knelt on his knees: "Li Xiuzhen has the courage to beg the Sword Immortal to give Linzhou Zhang Lan a chance." ”

"Oh? That's your chance. The sword fairy walked back into the water again, and glanced back when he heard the words.

Li Xiuzhen grinned: "I've lived long enough, give them a chance, Cheng Xiao values the matter of inheritance the most important thing, if the incense of Fengming Sect is broken in my hand, he will kill me." ”

The sword immortal smiled and didn't speak again, but just waved his hand and sent a bamboo leaf to Li Xiuzhen's hand.

"I'll be waiting for you on Huangquan Road." Sword Immortal said.

"Don't bother Lord Sword Immortal."

"When you were a child, you were afraid of the dark, and you loved to cry when you walked at night, and the road to the underworld was so difficult to walk, I was afraid that you would cry like a handful of snot and tears when you went up the mountain."

The strange voice of yin and yang came from behind Li Xiuzhen, Li Xiuzhen's body was stunned, but the tears in the eyes of the old man with his back to the sword immortal had already slid down.

"Master, I'...... It's not small. ”

Cheng Xiao pressed Li Xiuzhen's head from behind and smiled: "How old is it, master, this is still a child!" ”

In an instant, Li Xiuzhen was no longer an old man with gray hair, he had once again become a child chewing kraft candy with snot, while his master was still standing beside him, rubbing his head and grabbing the two remaining kraft candy in his pocket.

"Sword Immortal, thank you." Li Xiuzhen said in a choked voice.

The sword fairy looked at the big and small backs, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, his eyes were soft, and he just waved his hand and didn't speak again, this moment of time belongs to this pair of hard-working couples, and it has nothing to do with him.

In Fengning City, Li Xiuzhen raised his eyes and looked, and three golden steps slowly appeared in the sky.

"No...... It's impossible...... That's impossible! Regret shouted desperately as he watched the rise of the heavenly steps.

"Regret, you saved Ye Yu, I thank you, so I decided to ......" Li Xiuzhen smiled: "Beat you half to death." ”

After that, a lotus flower appeared in Li Xiuzhen's palm, and every inch of the land fire lotus in Fengning City was all over the place, blooming at this moment.

Li Xiuzhen, if you lie to me, there will be no more possibilities in the future. All possibilities are this fire lotus that resembles a quenching heart.

Yes, Li Xiuzhen, who said that only you who have a quenching heart fire are the future you?

It turns out that this is the road to becoming a god, and it turns out that this is the pinnacle of the realm.

Li Xiuzhen, time is running out, we are not young people, there are no more rhetoric, tell me, what do you want.

Li Xiuzhen lowered his head and watched the fire lotus pieces fall, he recalled his life, but at this time, he didn't know how to give his life a final sentence.

Li Xiuzhen smiled, he looked at Ye Yuxin, who had become a girl, and smiled miserably.

In my life, I have regrets, I lost my father at a young age, I lost my teacher at a young age, I have no queen when I am old, and I have done all the bad things.

In the history books of later generations, Zhang Qingzhi, Cheng Xiao, Li Xiuzhen, and Zhang Lan have more than ten pages of pen and ink.

And in the biography that was regarded as a model by countless fire law cultivators in later generations, the beginning is four big characters.

The biography of the Fengming sect.

Fengmingzong Li Xiuzhen, lost his father at a young age, the Yellow River burst at the age of seven, his mother took him to avoid flooding, drowned in the middle road, Cheng Xiao led Zhen into Fengming, twelve, Dongying invaded, Cheng Xiao died outside Jinling, Xiuzhen brought fire into the city, and eight years, when the new policy, Fengming's only son went to Jiangnan, and the fire lotus opened to destroy the demons; Dozens of years under the demon stone, sitting in the middle of the strange guest hall; Fengning meets the night metaphor, the fire law is ruthless, and people are affectionate; The real person raised his hand to release the road, and the fireworks in Zhizhu Lane were cold; Heaven and earth relay double sword holding, open the gate of heaven alone and appear in the world; All his life, he cultivated his true self for goodness, and mistakenly carved that day into his heart; In order to leave hope in the world, it is not a pity to die and die; Fortunately, Zhang Lan followed his ambition, and the fire of the pure world is in the world.

Of course, this biography of the best-selling road sold out of stock also left a sentence after Tang Yifeng read it later: it is exaggerated.

Of course, this is a good evaluation, at least for Tang Yifeng.

No one knew Li Xiuzhen's state of mind at that moment, he really saw the future that Lu Yu said, it was the real future of human beings.

So regret can't die, he still has to live to do a lot of things.

But if the demon is not extinguished for a day, what he owes will never be the master.

Lu Yu didn't say anything after hearing Li Xiuzhen's complaints, just left a sentence and left after taking a breath.

Li Xiuzhen finally stretched out his hand to hold the fairy sword, regretting that his body began to tremble at this moment.

At this moment, the Heavenly Stairs actually began to shine brightly, and began to extend upwards for the fourth block!

I don't want anything, I don't want anything. If you live too long, if you don't die early, it will be a disaster for the world.

You haven't really lived for yourself.

Since the day I lost my mother, I have never lived for myself.

So what do you want.

I want to.

Li Xiuzhen showed a smile, and the fire lotus in his hand withered at this moment.

There are no regrets in the world.

As soon as the fairy sword slashed down, the true body of regret was hit hard and let out a wail, and the fireworks left by the fairy sword at the wound were still burning the body of regret, and the operation of the large array completely cut off the opportunity for regret to turn the tide. Li Xiuzhen turned his back and grabbed that heart, and Li Xiuzhen chose to withdraw all the power to suppress repentance at this moment.

Regret who lost his suppression broke through the obstacle and came behind Li Xiuzhen in the blink of an eye, and at this time, Li Xiuzhen didn't care that the blade of regret had come to his back, but slowly turned the fire lotus into a slender red line, and slowly injected it into Ye Yuxin's eyebrows.

The blade of regret pointed directly at Ye Yuxin's heart, but the blood splashed but Li Xiuzhen blocked the attack.

Li Xiuzhen turned around and looked at regret playfully, and sneered: "Anxious? ”

With one hand of regret, the surrounding scene began to turn upside down, the rain flew upwards, passers-by walked backwards, and the sun turned from west to east.

"Li Xiuzhen, you can't fight me, your efforts are in vain, as long as I go back in time, you will ......" Regret said with a cruel smile, but the smile suddenly froze on his face.

Because at this time, Li Xiuzhen and Ye Yuxin were not only not affected, but Ye Yuxin's heart was still rapidly growing flesh and blood and covering the meridians.

In his eyes of regret and surprise, Li Xiuzhen looked up at the heavenly steps and said with a smile: "I don't need to open the gate of heaven to prove myself, I just need to save one more person, just one." ”

The world only knows that time is like water, but it has ever known that it can also be reborn in the sea of fire.

Li Xiuzhen pinched the bamboo leaf, and in the Bodhi leaf was a new sprout after the sea of fire.

Destruction does not mean death, and in the same way, regret does not mean that there is no power to return to heaven.

All I want is a bowl of spicy soup in the morning, and that's it.

In the roar of remorse, Li Xiuzhen closed his eyes and used his body to block remorse's attacks again and again, until the blood was filled, until his body began to shatter.

"You have never experienced despair because you have never cared about us." Li Xiuzhen grabbed the blade of repentance and mocked: "Why are you so scared, is it because of me? Because of the night rain? Or ......" Li Xiuzhen said with a smile: "Because the sword immortal is the night metaphor?" ”

In that bamboo forest, Li Xiuzhen, who saw the Sword Immortal for the first time under the leadership of the attendants, was stunned for a long time.

Because the appearance of that man is exactly the same as that of the night.

At this moment, Li Xiu really realized.

The reason why Lu Yu was looking for himself was because Lu Yu, the remnant soul of the sword immortal in the Wood Sword, had already seen it, and he must know the ins and outs of these things better than himself.

Is there anything more terrifying to demons than resurrecting sword immortals?

Of course not!

Looking at Regret's body trembling with fear, Li Xiuzhen only felt funny.

It turns out that monsters are also afraid.