That old man, whose soul power was no worse than Du Tianci, actually didn't become his little brother because of self-abandonment? Such a mysterious thing happened to him, and he had an unreal dreamy feeling when he gave up. Could it be that he suddenly became handsome and rich from a dick? This kind of thing is too mysterious.

Maybe this kind of thing has happened, but Buli has always maintained a very good mentality, whether it is Du Tianci or Nie Xinlei who has not met, or Luo Qingquan, the sect leader of the Hate Mountain Sect, no matter how he treats himself, Buli is safe. Only when you cultivate to become a strong person can all this be interesting, otherwise it is all a castle in the air. They didn't come for themselves, they knew it.

You always have to do something yourself, or others want to pull you, and you don't know where the hand is.

Even so, the words spoken by the strong existence in the white mist with a faint pretense still gave way to feel that he was high-end, atmospheric, and high-grade.

"And then, didn't you want him to sacrifice for something? What's going on? Isn't the monk of the Soul Lan Continent victorious?

"What's the matter with you? The strong existence in the white mist ignored Bu Li's questioning and directly reprimanded.

This time, Bu Li is not ready to go with the flow with a hippie smile, this matter has troubled Bu Li for a long time, and he always has to ask clearly. Hu Wu, Du Tianci, Nie Xinlei, and the pages of the metal puppets that appear like monsters and treasures, all of these seem to have meanings. Hu Wu is simple, just for the powerful existence in the white mist. His own life and death have little to do with him. But the others are different from Hu Wu. It seems that the legend of standing on the land bridge and being a husband will soon become a reality.

This is a very dangerous thing. Buli can be sure that he won't do it, but he can't do this kind of thing when he takes advantage of others and turns around and leaves.

If those people feel that they have made the wrong bet, won't they have to vomit out when they eat other people's food?

The strong presence in the white mist seemed to see through Bu Li's thoughts, and laughed loudly, and the thick mist was shaken by the laughter like a pool of water.

"Silly boy, you don't understand anything, and you always think about things you can't understand. Something that can't be mastered. ”

As he spoke, a white mist appeared in front of Bu Li, and was affected by an unknown spell and began to change, "The fate you have been thinking about in your heart is like a river. ”

The white mist turned into a mirage with the words of the powerful existence in the white mist, and a river rushed without stopping, and the momentum was magnificent.

"That's fate, always going in one direction. In the river. There are countless lives, in the jungle, in the desperate survival, in the hard survival. It doesn't matter if it's you or me. It's one of them. Either joy and well-being, or self-pity, whether you are angry, worried, sorrowful, frightened. is still life and death, ears, eyes, mouth and nose, seven emotions and six desires are all the same. If you see it too much, you get bored. ”

That's all it takes. The river becomes a real river full of life, and countless creatures can be seen in it. The big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat the shrimp, and after the big fish dies, the rotting corpse nourishes the sediment in the river, grows algae, and gives birth to the life at the lowest end of the biological chain.

"Of course, since there is life, after many years of not knowing the Dao, there are some powerful guys who want to know where the river will eventually flow, want to live forever, and want to control their own direction. Those self-righteous guys have always been like this, and the so-called frog at the bottom of the well, this is the case. ”

The tone of the strong presence in the white mist seemed so formal, without the slightest hint of ridicule. When it comes to fate, even the powerful beings in the white mist have to maintain a sense of awe. The impermanence of fate, as ethereal as the way of heaven, is difficult to capture.

So, some of the tough guys would try to jump up on the water to see what direction the river was flowing and what reefs and shoals were ahead. This is the origin of all kinds of divination, all kinds of spells to peek into the future. "The powerful presence in the white mist is like a bird's-eye view of the entire river of destiny, all under control.

"Uh......" The explanation of the powerful existence in the white haze, Buli can also understand, but there is a mirage turned into by the white haze in front of him, illustrated and illustrated, Buli seems to have entered the river of fate, becoming a part of it, and has been carried by the power of fate to carry the current.

"This is fate, no matter which guy in the Soul Lan Continent jumps up and sees the short future that is close at hand, it may just be an illusion. Perhaps, it was just an illusion within their eyes. If you don't want to come to this point, it's great to continue to move forward from another undercurrent in the wide river of fate, whatever they do!"

"That's right, but do I have the ability to swim from one undercurrent to another?" asked Bu Li.

"Fuck!" the powerful being in the white mist scolded, "That's fucking your business, do you have the ability, you have to ask me?

"......" Buli suddenly felt that he had been scolded a few words, and his mind was much clearer, which was really cheap.

"They see a future where you are alone on the land bridge. Not to mention whether you can do it or not, if you want you to do it, you will do it?

"yes, that's what I thought. Bu Li smiled and patted his ass lightly. But this kind of sycophant, Bu Li is not good at it after all, and the same as a faint pretending to be a stream, Bu Li can only say this kind of faint sycophant. Besides, when Du Tianci sees what I do, I have to do something?

"Go back to cultivate, how can you be so weak. ”

This is the inevitable rhythm, and every time you enter the white mist, this passage will appear. Step centrifugal thinking, next time I come in, I said it myself, don't bother your old man.

"If you don't have anything to do, get out of the house, someone will disturb my rest every once in a while, what kind of virtue do you say you are weak. The powerful presence in the white mist seemed to be smoking a cigarette, and his words were a little vague.

Bu Li thought about it, and always felt that he had forgotten something. After entering the white mist, his mind walked with the powerful existence in the white mist, and there was one more important thing that he didn't say......

Suddenly, Bu Li suddenly realized, took out the sharp knife from the leggings, and asked, "What's so strange about this knife?" Uncle, just tell me, if it weren't for it this time, I would have died at the hands of the metal puppet." At that moment, I felt like time had stopped flowing, and only I was free to move. It's only for a moment, but it's ......."

As he spoke, Bu Li suddenly felt that this knife seemed to be more powerful than he imagined, and even exceeded his own cognition.

"Throw it in, I haven't touched it in a long time. The words of the powerful being in the white mist were a little low, and he was sad? How could such a suave and arrogant existence be sad about literature and art? Literary and artistic fan is really ubiquitous.

Without him, he threw the sharp knife into the white mist. The sharp knife had just entered the white mist, as if the white mist had begun to turn into a whirlpool, and a crisp cry of a phoenix sounded, accompanied by the sound of Gusser's playing.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much. "The voice of a strong presence in the white mist is low and sad.

Bu Li stood in place in a daze, and Da Hei cautiously hid behind Bu Li, not knowing what was going on in Lu Dao. At this moment, the aura in the entire white mist changed. Not only the aura of a strong presence in the white mist, but also other powerful aura appeared, which was extremely thick. Could it be that there are other powerful beings in that sharp knife? Why didn't they show up?

"Sleep well, no matter what, I will take you to the day after the end, never leave, never give up. ”

Two phoenix chirps soared into the sky, the piano sounded, and three thousand obsessively entangled souls. The whole white mist was stained by the firelight into a scene like a burning cloud, which looked extremely dazzling.

The powerful being in the white mist sighed softly, and after a few breaths, the white mist became quiet. The sharp knife was thrown out and landed in Bu Li's hand.

"You just take it, what do you do with so much. The being said lightly, and the mood swings of a moment were forcibly suppressed and no longer appeared.

"I always have to know how to use it, my uncle, what if I die?" Bu Li was still unwilling and continued to get to the bottom of it.

"You're so weak, you still want to use it, don't talk nonsense, when you're strong, I'll naturally tell you. But you've taken a closer look at this knife. The mighty being in the white mist asked.

"Yes. ”

"What's the word on it?"

"Years. ”

"That's it, the years are a knife to kill pigs, the strong in the world, in your eyes, is a group of pigs, holding this knife, no matter who wants to stop you without self-determination, stab down, that is, this small world, which can stop. The strong presence in the white mist said lightly.

Time is a knife to kill pigs...... Could it be that this sharp knife is really a pig-killing knife?

Bu Li's fingers gently caressed the blade of the sharp knife, and a phoenix was engraved on one side, which was extremely vicissitudes. The word "years" is carved with a large seal, flowing in the texture between the fingers, as if it is the river of fate.

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