A fishing rod filled with a vast atmosphere stood calmly in the old man's hand, like a picture that had not changed for ten thousand years.

However, next to it, there was a confused young man, looking at the old man with blank eyes, not understanding why the old man was sitting here fishing.

The wind and clouds are constantly changing, the picture is constantly changing, and they have experienced countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, but the two have stayed here like this, and there has never been the slightest change.

Finally, one day, the old man suddenly turned his head to look at the young man and asked hoarsely, "Have you seen anything in the past two years?"

The young man shook his head lightly at the old man's question, because, even if he watched very carefully, he didn't know what the old man was doing.

Similarly, the young man who watched the scene was also a little puzzled, in his mind, this was just an ordinary fishing scene, who could see anything from it.

However, the old man stretched out his thin fingers and casually tapped the calm lake.

Suddenly, there were pictures in the lake that kept beating, which was very strange in the eyes of the young man, and he couldn't figure it out.

However, a young man who watched all this was shocked, all this was nothing else, it was his lost memories, looking at himself in the picture and the whole world as enemies, and a throne made of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared behind him, he was silent.

At the same time, a sentence also appeared in his mind: I, Xiao Fan, I can't slaughter you in this life, and in the next life, let's see.

"Xiao Fan!"

"I'm Xiao Fan!"

"I remember, haha, it's not over yet!"

The young man standing in the middle of the lake nodded to the old man in his memory, and then, raising his hand and stretching out his slender hands, he tore through the space and walked in with an indifferent face.

......

In a small courtyard, the young man sitting on a stool raised his eyes and looked into the distance and smiled slightly.

This young man is Xu Mo, he can feel the wonderful continuity between his eighth life and himself, and in his mind, there is nothing wrong with the eighth life now.

And, with that word ringing in his mind, he also clearly knew that the eighth life went to various places to find medicinal herbs for himself, and for a while, it was difficult to meet with himself.

For this, he just smiled bitterly, raised his hand to hold a small porcelain pot next to him, and took a sip gently.

"Yes, very good!"

Raising his eyes and looking at the girl in front of him who was constantly gathering the grassroots, Xu Mo praised without hesitation, because he could reach the middle stage of foundation building in a month and a half, and the strong will of this girl was far from the relationship.

After this month and a half, Xu Mo's own injuries have also improved, at the very least, he can use the full strength of Jindan's initial blow.

However, just in Xu Mo's opinion, all this was extremely bland.

At this time, he could feel the powerful coercion that swept from the western horizon, and his strength, specific speculation, was no less than that of the person who had just been promoted to the level of Yuanying.

The girl who was in the cultivation process also had a bitter little face, gritted her teeth and said, "Master, what is this, how do I feel so uncomfortable!"

"This is the coercion of the Jindan Great Perfection, quickly, stop cultivating, otherwise you will be counterattacked. ”

After saying a word to the girl first, Xu Mo stood up from the chair and looked vigilantly at the small black dot that was approaching in the distance.

"Hey, there are aura fluctuations here, it seems that there must be treasures born here. ”

An unruly voice, across layers of space, resounded in the minds of Xu Mo and the little girl.

Hearing this, the little girl hurriedly ran behind Xu Mo, poked out a small face, and looked at the distant sky very nervously, she didn't know what the owner of this voice said and what it meant.

In the face of such a powerful unknown existence, Xu Mo turned his hand and patted the little girl, and said in a low and serious voice: "Wait for me here!"

Then, the foot took a step into the sky, put his hands behind his back, and quietly waited for the figure to approach, but his mind was immersed in the Reverse Realm Bead.

A turbid atmosphere, in the space where the qi of creation is entangled.

Looking at the several illusory soul bodies in front of him, Xu Mo asked helplessly, "You say, what should I do?"

The future Xiao Gray was the first to open his closed eyes, hugged his furry face, and quickly said: "What else can I do, run wow!"

Xu Mo, who was next to him, frowned slightly, took a step, kicked the future little ash away, waved his hand and said: "Go, you know how to run, he can use the coercion of Yuanying Dacheng to deter a little." ”

"The deterrence is not large!"

The future Hu Lei's soul body also opened his eyes, raised his hand and clenched his fist and said: "Wouldn't it be better to directly release his own artistic conception and let him scare his guts?"

In the face of these future partners, who were not a big deal at all, Xu Mo silently withdrew here, because there were several of them, and none of them were reliable at all.

As soon as he exited, he saw a sturdy middle-aged man, staring at him.

After a long time, the middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed downward, and asked Xu Mo with a puzzled face, "Fellow Daoist, could it be that you are also here for the treasures?"

Why is there such an action, just now, the middle-aged man could feel that Xu Mo also exuded a faint childish aura, and he thought that the other party was an opponent of the same level as himself, so he had to be cautious.

"Daoyou?"

Rolling his eyes at the middle-aged man, Xu Mo shook his head lightly, shook his hand and said in a dull voice: "You are not worthy, because, this is my cultivation cave mansion." ”

"Really?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he first raised his hand and pointed at himself suspiciously, and then, with a slap of his hands, a long sword exuding the coercion of the middle of the Yuan Infant appeared in his hand.

With the long sword, he picked his nails indifferently, looked at Xu Mo contemptuously, and smiled.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that he was still unmoved, the middle-aged man was angry, and said loudly: "No matter how powerful you are, you are only just promoted to Yuanying, and what I have in my hand is the magic weapon that Yuanying has been quietly refining in the middle of Yuanying, are you sure you can carry it?"

"Oh-"

The red current flickered in his eyes, Xu Mo raised his hand and waved, and ten surrounding artistic conception light clusters emerged, and the red current in his eyes also surged.

Under the puzzled eyes of the middle-aged man, ten artistic conception light clusters suddenly fused together, intertwined with red electricity, and the prototype of a sword gradually formed.

With the formation, Xu Mo's own half-step divine aura surged out, and the surrounding space was also cracking inch by inch.

"It's!"

The middle-aged man's mind also collapsed at this time, his legs were swinging, and he said bitterly: "Before... Senior, junior Song Yi, no offense, look at Haihan!"