The burial place was deep inside, and the monks and ghosts all held their breath and looked at the battlefield on the altar.

They knew that this collision would decide not only the fate of those two, but the fate of all of them.

The Burial Immortal stood in the void, the fairy flower pollen flickered behind him, and the moment he sealed, the air around him seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stop. Cheng Xianhua danced beside him, building momentum for him and making his image more lofty and sacred. The idol bowed its head in front of him, as if to pay homage to him.

The eyes of the burial immortal were deep and indifferent, as if they could see through everything. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder. His figure is erect, like an unshakable mountain.

The funeral fairy's clothes are gorgeous and mysterious, as if they are a product of another world. His robes are embroidered with mystical patterns, and every line contains great power. He wore a crown encrusted with gems on his head, which shimmered with dazzling light. He had a mysterious runestone hanging from his waist that seemed to possess infinite power.

The appearance of the funeral immortal is always accompanied by a strong sense of oppression. Every movement of him, every look of his eyes, was full of strength and majesty. His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate the human heart. In front of him, people seemed to become small and helpless.

"It's a pity, hehe, you missed an opportunity." The funeral immortal spoke, and his voice was cold.

There was a sneer on the corner of Fang Yingxing's mouth: "Chance? Do you mean to be driven and enslaved like this group of burial ghosts? ”

The Burial Immortal slowly took a breath, and the Immortal Realm collided with the galaxy, and even the chaotic qi was shaken a lot.

Fang Yingxing frantically operated the Eternal Pupil, and the power of endless starlight gushed out from his eyes, and for a while, the sky swirled, as if the power of the entire universe was gathered in front of his eyes. The burial immortal stood indifferently in place, folded his hands, and launched the immortal burial. In an instant, everything withered, and the whole world seemed to fall into eternal silence.

Two powerful forces collided violently in the air, making a deafening loud bang. The whole world seemed to tremble, the stars trembled, the earth trembled, and even time froze at this moment.

The immortal burial was launched, colliding with Fang Yingxing's full force, as if it could incorporate everything in the world into an invisible tomb, causing everything to wither and plunge the world into eternal silence. It is a powerful force that transcends matter and goes straight to the essence of life.

The burial immortal looked at Fang Yingxing, who was pale, and said lightly: "Your pupil technique is a bit interesting, but under this immortal burial, everything is in vain. His words were full of confidence and domineering.

Fang Yingxing felt unprecedented weakness, his strength seemed to be withdrawn, and even his consciousness gradually blurred.

The collision between the galaxy and the immortal burial caused violent energy fluctuations, and the heavens and the earth trembled. However, under the impact of this powerful energy, Fang Yingxing's galaxy technique was defeated, the starlight dimmed, and the galaxy shattered. He felt a tremendous force push him into the endless abyss, and his body fell lightly like a feather.

He struggled to get to his feet, but the weakness of his body prevented him from standing firmly. Every breath felt like it was tearing his soul apart, and every heartbeat was like ringing the bell of defeat. He knew that he had already lost, and he had lost completely.

It's too late......

Fang Yingxing's consciousness gradually fell into darkness, and everything around him seemed to become dim.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe it was endless years, and his eyes gradually regained their brilliance.

It was on the top of the mountain, on the edge of the cliff, and it was the place that Fang Yingxing went to the most when he was young—the hilltop garden.

The moonlight is slightly sprinkled, reflecting the whole world, and the flowers and plants are gently swaying with the evening breeze, a little cool.

His eyes were attracted by the distance, the meteors in the sky and the lights on the ground were very bright in this cold night, covering the whole world.

He heard someone calling for her, and turned his head, and a woman was dressed in a white robe, with black hair like a waterfall, and her roots were shining, smiling at the moment.

"Have you fulfilled our promise?" The ethereal voice came into Fang Yingxing's ears, shocking his heart.

He was about to respond, but the scene suddenly changed.

There is a hill in the distance, there is no famous mountain and river, but there is a unique simplicity and beauty of the hill, a stream exudes a faint aura, from the top of the hill to the village, it is Xiaoling Village.

Fang Yingxing stood on the top of Xiaoling Mountain, and in front of him were the children he taught, laughing, discussing, complaining, and showing him the "Wang Ba Array".

looked at Fang Yingxing one by one, smirking, it was the most simple smile without any decoration, with a special emotional power.

They gathered together, seemed to be plotting something, giggled, and then jumped together and pounced on Fang Yingxing.

"Happy birthday, Overlord, hahahaha."

The children's words, mixed with childlike laughter, penetrated deep into his heart, and gradually, the voice disappeared.

His eyes blurred again, the familiar feeling of vertigo returned, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a golden yellow.

In the center of this space, there is a golden dragon, but it seems to have fallen asleep, exuding a faint golden luster.

On one side, the dragon qi surrounds here, occasionally blowing through the keel, and a dragon groan.

Fang Yingxing stood in front of the dragon bone, it was here that he comprehended the true dragon seal.

He felt something, lowered his head, and a little girl had red eyes, carrying a small bamboo basket on her back, and holding a few spirit fruit seeds in her palm.

"The eldest brother said that when the spirit fruit grows, the eldest brother will come to me, and you are not allowed to deceive people."

Raising his head, a woman with a faint smile, clear eyes, and a tall figure waved at him: "Isn't it the pressure in the sect?" It's okay, I can stand it, let's go together, you are my little brother and sister. ”

Fang Yingxing felt a little sour in his heart, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The next moment, his vision blurred again, and his consciousness gradually detached from that space.

Before he could open his eyes, he heard Zhang Qingyun's voice trembling a little due to drunkenness: "Brother Fang, it's worthy of you, take advantage of it."

He opened his eyes and saw several bottles of spirit wine on a large round table, exuding a faint aroma of wine.

Zhang Qingyun was stepping on the round table with one foot and boasting about his experience in the inner perimeter of the burial immortal land, and he was arrogant. But he was grabbed by Zhang Qingyin and screamed in pain.

Fang Yingxing felt like he was lying down, he heard a slight breathing sound next to him, turned his head and looked, Xu Qing's face met his eyes.

She seemed to feel something, and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, with a slight blush on her cheeks, and her voice was much quieter.

"You are my blood slave, and it is normal for the master to protect the blood slave."

The next moment, his world was completely dark, and everything around him became dim, but his consciousness was clear.

This is......

Marquee?