Van Wuji looked at Fu Li and saw that this person already had an expression of admiration on his face, and he was extremely satisfied.

"But don't panic. Now that Daoyou and our clan are very entangled in each other, the matter of these ten-mile little brothers is just a misunderstanding. Our clan has always been sensible, and we will not take the initiative to embarrass fellow Daoists. ”

He opened his mouth like this, but said in his heart: After Daozi is safely brought back to the clan, he must ask his uncle to take action and kill this person. If this person is allowed to leave, it will inevitably cause trouble!

Thinking of this, he smiled even more: "If you don't dislike it, you can also go to my clan and sit down and see the scene in my clan." ”

Fu Li nodded with a smile, "I really want to see how magnificent this big clan is, but I don't need to go to Zuzhou." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and drew in the air, as if he were painting.

Fan Wuji didn't know why, looked at Fu Li suspiciously, and was silent.

However, as Fu Li painted in the air, there was really a picture that appeared in the void, from vague and dim to gradually clear.

Seeing that this painting was revealed, the faces of the two of them were greatly changed!

What does this picture scroll draw out of thin air?

The first thing you see in the painting is a continuous mountain range. The mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, like a sword entering the sky, transparent and blue. This mountain range is endless, and there are more than 10,000 peaks.

Between the peaks, there are white clouds and floating jade, colorful smoke. On the mountain peaks, the fairy mist is scattered, the aura is dense, and the sun and the moon shake the light. Thousands of years old cypress can be seen everywhere, and ten thousand festivals are repaired. On the mountain, there are magnificent deep pavilion Qionglou, Zhu Gong Beiyu, and extremely exquisite to luxurious small pavilion courtyards. Everywhere is exquisitely clear, like glass. In addition to these, there are also pieces of spiritual soil that drift away from the white mist, which is full of immortal herbs and elixirs, and these plants and trees seem to have spirituality, swallowing spiritual light.

There are five-colored peacocks on the peak, there are white cranes flying in the sky, and there are groups of thousand-horned fairy deer on the ground. There are also countless rare beasts walking in the mountains, which ordinary people are afraid of unheard of.

These peaks are surrounded by golden circles, shining brightly. In the middle of countless mountain peaks, there is a majestic peak that is more majestic and solemn than other peaks, and the golden light of the huge magic circle around it seems to have condensed into substance, and it is impossible to see the inside of this mountain peak at all.

This crane is really flying and wandering, and its chirping is endless. This cloud qi is really gathering and flowing, and the mist is swaying! You can even vaguely see someone stepping on a flying sword, turning into a golden ray and falling into a small courtyard in the blink of an eye, someone walking in the mountains, and someone picking elixir.

This is clearly a direct projection of the scenery of the fairy family.

"Two brothers, please take a look, this is the Sanskrit?"

Fu Li's voice brought the two of them back to their senses.

Van Wuji's mood was indescribable. This picture presented by this man in green shirt is indeed the blessed land of his Brahman clan! He is not only familiar with the scene, when he condensed the golden pill in the past, the Dan image on the golden pill was the vision of this great Brahman immortal land!

His mind turned sharply, almost forcing himself to calm down, and then he was furious: "You have been playing tricks on the old man from the beginning? I said that your cultivation has passed the Purple Mansion, how can you not know about my Brahman clan? I don't know what means you used to avoid my clan's Heavenly Formation and manifest my Brahman Immortal Land." ”

"But......" Fan Wuji snorted coldly, "Do you think that the small skill of carving insects can scare the old man?" Just now, I have intercepted a trace of your qi and sent it to my clan's Dayan Dao Dish, and the uncle of the clan already knows about you! It's still too late to leave, if you meddle in this matter today, I'm afraid that not only you, but also the people related to you, etc., will not be able to live!"

"Do you really want to offend my Brahman clan for this mere mortal species?"

Fu Li just smiled warmly.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the scroll in the air.

Suddenly, the painting slowly began to change. The hundreds of millions of miles of mountains, pavilions, pavilions, flying cranes and fairy deer, and even the boundless array in the picture are like ice melting and snow melting, gradually becoming transparent and slowly turning into nothing. It's as if someone has erased some part of a painting.

For a time, this fairy-like and magnificent picture scroll was only a flat land. Mountains and forests, flying waterfalls, cliffs and deep streams, Burmese flat first-class, no compound heights.

Van Wuji sneered, "What kind of trick did you use, did you use such unbearable means to humiliate our clan?"

Fu Li didn't argue with him, pointed to the compass in the hand of the Ninth Palace, and said, "Both, the plate in your hand is broken." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a clear sound: Click! The Ninth Palace of the Fan Jiugong was shocked to find that the Great Yan Dao Disc in his hand had really broken and shattered!

His body shook violently.

This treasure of the ancestor is left by the ancestor, although it looks tattered, but it is born with the blood of the Buddha, and the blood of the Buddha is this treasure......

Thinking of the previous person erasing everything from the Brahman clan in the scroll, his heart turned upside down! An idea came out that he couldn't believe and didn't want to believe: this person really erased the tens of thousands of people of the Brahman clan from this world!

But how is this possible?

Unless he is an immortal! How can there be an immortal in this world?

I can't even tell if he erased the Sanskrit through this painting, or if the great Sanskrit was in this painting!

Suddenly, Van Wuji and Van Jiugong felt a suffocating heartache, which went deep into their hearts. There was no luck in the hearts of the two, and their faces were like ashes.

The deepest veins in their bodies were severed.

This Fan's family, which has been handed down since ancient times, has not been wiped out by tens of thousands of years of wind and rain, and countless disasters, but today it has turned into dust and smoke because of a person's casual hand.

I'm afraid that these tens of thousands of people will die, and they don't know what kind of existence they have offended.

Van Wuji collapsed to the ground weakly, and in this moment, it seemed that he was more than ten years older than before. He was proud of the Sanskrit bloodline all his life, but more than a thousand years of faith collapsed at this moment!

Suddenly, he looked up with palpitations. The sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, suddenly became dark, and in an instant, the wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to stand still.

A boundless aura of terror came from the sky, and the air became stagnant. Above the sky, a pair of incomparably huge gray eyes suddenly appeared! These eyes were unimaginably large, covering the entire sky and blocking all the light. That's why the sky is so dark.

These eyes slowly opened! These eyes were as black as ink, without the whites of the eyes, cold and without a trace of emotion, like ghosts and gods.

"Who dares to destroy my Brahman?" A voice that seemed to suppress endless anger came from the direction of this eye, resounding through the sky.

"Brahma Ancestor!" Van Wuji was very sad and happy, and he was desperate to survive.

The owner of these eyes is actually a Sanskrit ancestor who existed tens of thousands of years ago! Legend has it that he attained the fruit of enlightenment and turned into an immortal. Now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and he doesn't know how to come back to this world!

Fang Shili looked at Fu Li, but saw that he was still light, as if the sky would not cause a ripple in his heart if the sky fell. There was even leisure to smile at Fang Shili.

In the astonished gaze of everyone, he raised his hand and waved it to the sky again, just like before! The boundless eyes in the sky were like ink paintings on paper, as if they had been splashed with a basin of water, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if the previous scene had never appeared.

Only a faint roar could be heard in the sky.

Van Wuji sat as if he had been pulled a tendon, and he sat speechless. The Ninth Palace of the Van Dynasty stood aside with a confused gaze, like a walking corpse, where is there still half a point of the heavenly power of the Golden Armor Divine General?

"Brother Ren, in this way, the family behind you will not be able to threaten me. Fu Li smiled.

Van Wuji laughed sadly, his face full of sadness.

"I will die this day, and I will not seek to live. Before I die, I just want to ask you, who are you sacred?"

The answer he got was the same as what Fang Shili heard last night: "My name is Fu Li, and I am from Yujing." ”

"Yujing, how is it possible, in the world, I have never heard of such an extraordinary force!" Van Wuji refused to believe it.

"You may not know that in the years since I took over Kunlun, I have changed its name. Today, it's called Yujing. ”

Fu Li said.

"Hahaha......" Van Wuji couldn't stop laughing wildly, and the laughter was as bad as a demon. "Kunlun, Kunlun!" He is now in his last years, his waist is rickety, and his old tears are horizontal: "I will not be born for ten thousand years, and I will meet this first one in ten thousand years!"

Suddenly, it dawned on him: "What kind of coincidence? It's just a cycle of cause and effect! It turns out that the heavens are going to destroy my Brahman!"

As he spoke, he suddenly sucked the Brahman Jiugong on the side into his hand, like an old hand of dead wood directly inserting it into his chest, and his movements were extremely fast and without sluggishness. The extraordinary armor on the body of the Nine Palaces of the Van Jiu Palace actually couldn't bring a trace of resistance.

There was pain on the face of the Nine Palaces: "God King, you ......"

"Silly boy, how can you and I still live today?" Van Wuji sighed deeply, his face was like crying and laughing: "Lend me your bloodline for the time being, and I will go down to accompany you later." ”

The vitality of the Nine Palaces of the Van Wu Palace slowly drained, and Fan Wuji's face also became bloody. He stood in the air, and his spirit recovered, and if he returned to the light, he shouted in the air: "I am the god king of the Sanskrit clan!

I saw that this Van Wuji slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a quaint stone stele flew out of it, and the desolate atmosphere spread from the stele body to the surroundings. This monument is long in the wind, and it is several zhang in a blink of an eye. There is an inscription engraved on the stele, about thousands of words, and this inscription is an ancient scripture!

His body suddenly grew up, and he turned into a giant with a mouth like a blood basin and teeth like a jade pillar.

The Heavenly Spirit Cover on the head of the Nine Palaces suddenly cracked, and the huge stone tablet turned into a gray light and submerged into it.

"Thousands of miles of mountains are black, and the desolate mist is approaching the blood moon. The cold is cold, the frost is cold, Xiao Xiao is desperate all night!"

Countless mountain peaks suddenly appeared, about a thousand, all of them as black as ink. The sun in the sky has been replaced by a blood moon, and the sky is drizzling. The grass and trees on these thousand mountain peaks are also pitch black, and a layer of frost condenses on the grass and trees, and the night of Xiao Xiao envelops the whole land.

This black mountain, drizzle, mist, blood moon, frost, and night are the six kinds of killing powers, all of which come from this ancient monument, and the power is monstrous, which can extinguish all life!

As soon as Van Wuji Fu made a move, he was the strongest means in his life.

Fu Li stretched out his hand and pointed lightly.

Thousands of mountains collapsed, the rain rolled upside down, the fog dissipated, the blood moon dimmed, the frost melted, and the night was torn.

This amazing power is like a mirror, short-lived, and disillusioned in the blink of an eye.

Van Wuji fell from the sky, his breath was completely gone, and he actually turned into an old turtle that was long in length, and then dissipated into dust.

Fu Li shook his head: "I don't want to give up my body, but I don't want to cultivate the turtle body......"

There was only Fu Li left in the snow, Fang Shili and Fang Ransom, who was standing there at a loss.

In just a few incense sticks, Fang Shili encountered an immortal who he had never been in contact with in his life, and experienced such ups and downs, he really couldn't describe his mood at the moment.

He looked at Fang Redemption on the side, his eyes full of complexity.

At this time, Fang Ransom was already like a fool, his eyes were only hollow, and he couldn't speak.

Fang Shili was in a desperate situation to die before, and he didn't have a heart like this.

There was a small cyan sword on the ground, which was dropped by Jiang Yue and the Fanjiu Palace's fighting method. Fang Shili bent down to pick up the sword, took a few steps forward, and used all the strength of his body to stab it into Fang Ransom's chest!

Large strands of blood poured out of Fang Ransom's chest, soaking his clothes. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't live.

It turns out that the blood of the holy body of Brahma is also red.

Fang Shili closed his eyes, his heart was bitter, his right hand was still trembling slightly, but he didn't regret it. Fang Ransom's malice has been born, his fangs have been exposed, he is so obedient as a wolf, if he is spared, sooner or later he will eat his own body.

"Now it's really over. Fu Li said: "Shili, I have experienced today's events today, and I have seen these people who make clouds and fog. ”

"Five out of ten years, like the sun in the east. No one in the world is willing to aspire to self-evident cultivation. Tell me, are you willing to aspire to the Tao?"

Fang Shili felt a little dry mouth. My childhood dream is to be an official at most, rich and glorious, how dare I think I can become an immortal?

He respectfully knelt down towards Fu Li: "I wish to worship Mr. as a teacher, please accept me as an apprentice!"

Fu Li helped Fang Shili up, shook his head and said, "I can lead you on the path of immortals, but I can't accept you as a disciple." ”

"Is it because I don't have enough talent?" Fang Shili was a little disappointed.

"No, anyone in this world can be my apprentice, but you can't. Friede paused, "Not only that, but all the lineages and scriptures of my lineage cannot be passed on to you. ”

"Why is that?"

Fu Li shook his head and did not speak.

Fang Shili no longer asked this question, and he thought of something again: "Then sir, why did you save me?"

"The first thing I saw when I looked at this world was you, and this is the fate. You let me stay for one night, it's cause and effect. You planted a ray of life for yourself, and I gave it to you. ”

Fang Shili nodded thoughtfully.

"From now on, about ten days to the northwest, there will be a monastic sect, you can go there and take the first step in this monastic path. ”

Fuli Yao refers to the northwest.

Fang Shili looked there, the wilderness was snow-white, and he could vaguely see that the farthest places as far as the eye could see were mountains. He nodded yes.

"Sir, do I have the talent for cultivation?" Fang Shili suddenly thought of the Brahma Holy Body that everyone in the Sanskrit clan had said before, and asked curiously.

"Naturally, there is. ”

"How does that compare to the Brahma Eucharist?"

"Do you know that Brahma is an ancient god, and it is from this god that this Brahma holy body is named? This is a kind of attacking Dao body, cultivating to the fullest, you can chase the stars and catch the moon, change the day, and turn the world upside down. Pity...... He can't stand the cause and effect of the word Sanskrit, the people with the surname Sanskrit who were killed by Lin Fan are like this, and now the same is true of the Fan's family......"

Fu Li paused, and then said: "Although you don't have a Dao body, you can't let you attack Wushuang and look down on your peers. But there's one thing about you that can make you go higher and allow you to see the scenery that no one else sees. ”

"What is it?" Fang Shili suddenly had some hope.

"Your eyes are bright. ”

"Eyes?"

"The soul is clear, and it can be seen that Wan Qi lasts forever. ”

Fu Li looked directly at Fang Shili, although his hands were still stained with blood, but only a piece of clarity could be seen in these eyes.

"Well, it's time for me to leave. ”

Fu Li pondered for a moment, "Say goodbye today, I can't see if you and I can see each other again in the future." ”

Fang Shili hurriedly knelt on the ground and solemnly kowtowed three heads to Fu Li: "Mr. save my life, and rebuild with grace, if he is successful in cultivating the Tao in the future, he will definitely repay you with his life." ”

Fu Li chuckled, "Remember your words today. Everything in the world has a cause and an effect, and I have planted a cause in you, that is, I want you to repay my share of the fruit in the future. ”

Fang Shili nodded deeply.

Looking at it again, Fu Li had disappeared, and he didn't even say goodbye.

There was a green leaf floating in the place where he had been, and a melodious voice came from his ear: "This thing is given to you, and it is counted as a gift from you and me for the first time." ”

Fang Shili looked over and saw that this leaf looked extremely ordinary, just like the leaves he saw on weekdays. When you hold it in your hand, it's very pliable to the touch. He naturally knew that the things given by a character like Fu Li would not be ordinary, and they would definitely be extremely precious. And this leaf was too small to hide, and after thinking about it, he hid it in a bun. The leaf was completely submerged in the hair, and there was no clue to it.

Fang Shili nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the schedule is no more than noon. From last night to now, Fang Shili hadn't eaten a single meal, and wanted to cook, but he shook his head with a wry smile: There were still two corpses lying on the ground, namely the Nine Palaces of the Van Jiu Palace, which had lost all their blood and turned into dried corpses, and Fang Ransom. As for Jiang Yue, Jiang Yushu and that old Dao, they were turned into ashes by Fan Wuji, and there was not even a trace of it on the ground except for the snow pit where the two of them were standing before.

What made Fang Shili strange was that although the Dao magic power that changed the world when everyone was fighting before, it did not disturb the surrounding people. He knew in his heart: it should be Fu Li who covered all this, and the people were probably still wondering who shouted "Where is the lord of this place" at the moment, but who would care too much about these things that have nothing to do with them?

Perhaps when Jiang Guo had no choice but to change to a new lord and ascend the throne, they could think of what happened today.

Fang Shili struggled to drag the two corpses into the house.

There is still a lot of surplus food at home to prepare for the winter. At this moment, Fang Shili couldn't care about saving rations, so he boiled a pot of rice porridge hungrily, and devoured the dough.

After eating three pieces of bread in a row and drinking all the porridge, Fang Shili felt that the chill on his body was gone, and his originally gloomy mood slowly became clearer.

At this time, I felt unbearable fatigue and physical and mental exhaustion. So he closed the door and plugged it in, and despite the fact that there were two bodies lying on the ground, he climbed into bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and the moon was hanging high outside the window. In winter, the soil was hard, and it took Fang Shili almost a whole night to drag the two corpses to the cemetery behind the village to dig and bury them, which was still only a shallow layer of soil on the body of the Nine Palaces, which could only cover him, otherwise I am afraid that the time for this night would not be enough.

After experiencing everything that seemed to be strange yesterday, Fang Shili was safe and easy in this graveyard full of mounds.

When everything was over, the night had faded a lot, Fang Shili patted the dirt in his hand, got up and was about to leave. But looking at Fang Ran's tomb, he was silent for a while, found a piece of wood from the side, sharpened it with a small sword, and carved it on it: "The tomb of the deceased brother Fang Ransom." Then he picked up the stone and smashed it deep into Fang Ran's grave.

Fang Shili sighed and turned to leave.

When I got home, the sky in the east was already slightly pale.

Fang Shili rested for a while, and then got busy in the house.

First, I found a cloth and wrapped all the dry food and bread in the house. Then he hid a small stele and a small golden cloth bag close to his body.

This stele is the stele of Van Wuji. After Van Wuji died, he turned into an old turtle, and after the turtle body dissipated, only this small tablet remained on the ground. This monument is extremely good in the hands of Van Wuji, but at this moment, it is just like a palm-sized stone, without any vision revealed, and it is unremarkable. And this small golden cloth bag is the storage bag of the ninth palace of the Vatican.

As for the other two cultivators, that is, the old Dao who came with Jiang Yue and Jiang Yushu, there was no scum left that was killed by Fan Wuji, and even the storage bag on their waists turned into powder. With Van Wuji's cultivation, he naturally looks down on the net worth of the two small cultivators.

Fang Shili tried to fiddle with this storage bag, but he didn't know what material it was made of, it was tough, indestructible, and couldn't be opened at all. He had no choice but to give up, thinking that only by cultivating mana like them could he find a way to take out the immortal treasures in it.

A rooster crows in the distance.

Fang Shili walked out of the house with the cloth bag containing dry food, looked at the extremely familiar furnishings at home, and closed the door again. After locking it, he still stuffed the brass key into the gap between the lintel and the earthen wall as usual.

Unlike usual, this time, he may never come back.

Soon walked to the entrance of the village, Fang Shili stood under the bare big locust tree, looking deeply at this place where he had lived for more than ten years.

There used to be his warmth here, his joys and sorrows, but there was no one he couldn't let go. The only pity is that Lao Juren is still waiting for his proud disciples to worship in the court......

Maybe the villagers of Fangjia Village will wonder why the Fang brothers disappeared overnight, maybe there will be an investigation by the government, maybe it is just as an after-dinner conversation for people. But none of this is relevant to him anymore.

After a while, Fang Shili turned around and strode forward, never looking back, leaving all this behind him, not looking at the peace and serenity.

There's a long way to go.

In the past, Fang Shili used to collect some medicinal herbs on the mountain behind the village, and the farthest distance was only in the city more than ten miles away. It was the first time he had left his hometown.

Although he had not yet embarked on the path, he already knew the cruelty and indifference of the immortal cultivation world.

But once he makes a decision, no matter whether it is evil or good in the future, whether it is a curse or a blessing, he will not regret it like a child.

Fang Shili heard a plausible poem chanted by Mr. Teaching: The east is facing the abyss, smiling at the vast world!

He suddenly remembered this poem, and for some reason felt quite appropriate. In the end, it is the heart of a teenager, and now it really gives birth to a little bit of the comfort of letting the birds fly. Even though the snow is deep, he is also light and fast.

From time to time, the dead branches of the trees were crushed by the snow, and there was a clattering sound, and two lines of footprints spread forward.