At this moment, under the thunder and fire, Long Fengxuan was completely desperate, silently looking at the heavenly thunder that was getting closer and closer, and there was a violent samadhi true fire, close to the tip of Long Fengxuan's nose, the silk of long hair had been curled up under the influence of the high temperature, and the domineering scorching heat of the samadhi true fire Long Fengxuan felt it from afar.

The advent of the thunder and fire of heaven and earth made the sky as bright as day, and the huge thunder dragon mixed with the true fire of Samadhi slashed towards the dragon wind Xuan, and the power of the Heavenly Dao was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, the immortal road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, how many people have fallen on the road of broken pills and condensing infants, and how many people can survive under the majesty of the heavenly way.

The big waves wash the sand, and the thunder tribulation is the same, the capable are on the top, the weak let the weak, the best survive and the weakest eat the strong, the survival of the fittest is selected by nature, and the way of heaven will never be merciful, seeing that Long Fengxuan will die at one time, everyone has no way, they have seen too much, countless years have come, and there are countless monks who have died under the thunder tribulation.

Long Fengxuan himself was a little unexpected, he didn't panic and didn't look up to the sky and someone scolded, maybe when death really came, there was not so much fear, people's fear comes from the unknown, the monk is the same, the unknown is the real fear.

And the best way to eliminate fear is to face fear, Long Fengxuan is like this at the moment, watching the thunder and fire descend in a daze, Long Fengxuan was surprisingly calm, smiling and welcoming the coming of death.

And at the same time when the thunder and earth fire fell, a purple cloud and mist also rose on the ground of the immortal road, slowly enveloping Long Fengxuan's figure.

"Ten Directions Phantom Array......." This time without waiting for Zuo Ziyang to speak, Jian Fusheng said with a gloomy face.

"To make matters worse, the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, don't you even leave a trace of life?

"The Ten Directions Phantom Array is not an ordinary formation, everyone here should have tasted it, it can evoke the deepest memories in the heart, those pains that were originally unwilling to mention, love and hatred that cannot be released, monks are also ordinary people, no matter how indifferent, they know that it is a phantom array, but they are trapped in themselves, unable to extricate themselves!" Seeing this scene, Dugu Hate didn't know what he thought, and his tone became silent.

Dugu's words of hatred spoke to the psychology of all the people present, although it is possible to become a great monk with great perseverance and great opportunity, but he has not experienced the pain and hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow, how to achieve a strong future, even if the Ten Directions Phantom Array induces the deepest hatred in the monk's heart, and returns to defense over and over again, any heartache and pain continue to amplify and repeat, and the pain and tragedy that anyone can't let go of will be repeated, until he goes crazy and loses his mind and is directly annihilated by the thunder, and his soul is scattered, this is the way of heaven.

The moment the purple mist rose, everyone subconsciously shook their heads, they all guessed the ending, they had seen too much, and there was nothing too sad, no matter how windy or rainy, the days had to go on as usual.

The purple mist slowly rose, obscuring the vision, and the Ten Directions Phantom Array had already been arranged before Long Fengxuan had even found out.

The sky is as bright as day, the sky is thunderous, the earth is on fire, the thunder dragon spits out the true fire of Samadhi, the purple mist on the ground, and the ten directions of the illusion array are arranged and formed, time is frozen at this moment, and the next moment is a brilliant one, and the dragon wind will disappear without a trace......

Long Fengxuan, who had not made any movements, felt the coming of death in a daze, without sadness or anger, just with a faint sense of loss.

"Grandpa Long Zhan, Xiaotian is incompetent, I can't avenge you, and I can't question my father, maybe you misunderstood me from the beginning, and I lived up to your expectations...."Long Fengxuan said lonely.

When he was dying, perhaps because he was hallucinating, Long Fengxuan didn't know the existence of the Ten Directions Phantom Array, and he seemed to have seen a scene in front of him that he had never seen before.

The same mountain blue sky and white sun, overcast clouds and black clouds overpowered, the huge moonlight covered the sun's rays It is the heavenly phenomenon that is too overcast and the sun is overshadowed, the clothes on the huge mountain top are blowing in the wind, and the wind is gusting, what makes Long Fengxuan surprised is that in such an environment, there are countless figures in white clothes.

Dressed in white clothes and carrying a fairy sword, he ignored the Gangfeng who tore everything apart, and muttered at the corners of his mouth as if he was arguing against the cold Gangfeng.

Long Fengxuan couldn't hear what they were talking about, as if he felt Long Fengxuan's intentions, the camera of the picture zoomed in in an instant, and Long Fengxuan stretched out the phantom portrait, as if an outsider was silently watching all this. Yunnan

At the top of the mountain, there was also a pair of figures dressed in white, the man's face was grim, the woman was full of worry, and she was holding a newborn baby in her arms.

When the woman raised her head, Long Fengxuan couldn't help but frown deeply, this woman had seen it in the mirror of the Wangxiang Terrace in the Land of Reincarnation before, but she didn't know her identity.

In Long Fengxuan's opinion, there was probably some contradiction between the group, only to see the man slowly reach out and take the baby from the woman's hand, and hand it to another man kneeling beside him, and what the man said next made Long Fengxuan shocked.

"Long Zhan, I give you freedom in the name of Sword and Dragon, from now on you and I have nothing to do with me, originally your family was enslaved forever in order to atone for your sins, I now forgive your family's crimes, and you are free from now on!" The self-proclaimed Sword and Dragon man's voice did not have a trace of emotion, and said indifferently.

"Long Zhan thanks the old master for his kindness, and will always take care of the little master from now on!" Long Zhan knelt down on the ground reverently, and carefully took the baby with both hands.

I saw that the little baby who was sleeping was actually "giggling" at the moment when Long Zhan took over, waving his hands uncontrollably, he was actually extremely happy, Long Zhan got up slowly, looked at the little baby happily, and couldn't help but kiss the baby on the forehead.

The baby laughed even more happily, and the woman on the side burst into tears as she watched this scene, closed her eyes in pain and turned away.

"Your fate is doomed from the beginning, let him be an ordinary person after the Dragon War, this trip to the troubled waters of the cultivation realm is not something he can mix!" Sword Yulong looked at the little baby indifferently.

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ....." The little baby looked at the indifferent Sword Dragon and burst into tears.

"Long Zhan obeys the old master's orders!" Long Zhan looked at the little baby who was crying, and quickly shook it, saying while shaking.

"Grandpa Long Zhan?" When Long Zhan turned around, Long Fengxuan was stunned, and he saw Long Zhan at a glance, and instantly burst into tears.

"Then this little baby is me?" Long Fengxuan was full of tears, Long Zhan was already over seventy years old when he left him.

Next, the dragon battle slowly left under the signal of the extension of the sword and the dragon, and Long Fengxuan saw those sword cultivators before and after a while, they rose up against the Gangfeng and the sky, and came straight to the sword and the dragon.

At this moment, the picture has gradually disappeared, Long Fengxuan can't hear their words clearly, but the words are extremely intense, as if there is some dispute, and the sword cultivator who is vaguely taking the lead seems to be powerless and falls to the ground upside down, and the picture has disappeared at this time.

Then the picture turned to reveal a new picture again, Long Zhan was holding the little baby, his whole body was covered in blood and the sword was running wildly, and countless monks were chasing after him.

The dragon fought to the death to protect the little baby in his arms, and in the face of countless magic weapons and spiritual weapons, he didn't care about fighting back, and resisted with his tall and thick back.

Blood gushed out along the corners of Long Zhan's mouth, the little baby in his arms did not cry sensibly, but kept giggling, Long Zhan's red blood sprinkled on the baby's face, sandwiched by the little baby's giggling, causing a very strong visual effect, this terrifying picture did not make Long Fengxuan afraid at all, but made him even more grief-stricken.

The picture slowly disappeared, this scene disappeared, and it was already a picture of being in Longjiazhuang again, the little baby had grown into the little boy, the four or five-year-old boy had a decent standing stake, facing a wooden stake higher than himself, the little boy was not afraid, standing on it and staggering several times and fell to the ground, the little boy patted the dust, and climbed up and stood again like no one.....