Among the ruins, there was black smoke, and this small county town was completely destroyed by the thunder, leaving only a few big pits.

Fortunately, the house where Fu Yueming stayed for nine years has not been completely blown up, at least Li Lian's entire body still exists.

The dust and smoke cleared, and it rained in the sky.

He stood in the pit, naked, and what was clearly visible was the scars on his body that had been struck by the thunder, and some flesh and blood were blurred.

Under the rain wash, the blood on his body flowed down, infecting the earth, and also flowing into the broken wood source bead.

The blood and the power of the wood source mixed together, becoming very dull and cloudy, but it made the remnant of the pearl float.

From bleak to golden.

The power of Mu Yuan followed his blood into his body, merged into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and finally reached the dantian.

Fu Yueming raised his head, closed his eyes, and accepted the baptism of rain.

Thundered.

The thunder sounded, but it did not mean to fall.

He clenched his fists, his veins bursting out, and he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brown light flashing in his pupils.

Boom!

He suddenly lifted his foot and slammed it into the ground, and after a muffled thud, the earth instantly cracked around him.

He turned around and walked out of the pit, looking blankly at the rat-like snake-tailed beast that had been split into black charcoal.

The left hand was raised, the spiritual power gathered in an instant, and a palm was pushed out, and in the explosion, the beast was instantly annihilated.

Walking out of the wooden house, only half of the wall remained, bypassing the front end to the back end, Li Lian lay quietly on the chair.

"Where do you want to be buried, old man?" Fu Yueming squatted beside him, smiling slightly, looking at him.

That's it, after a long silence.

"I see. Fu Yueming nodded, held it up with spiritual power, and took the sword out, leading him all the way to the foot of the mountain.

"Is it okay to be buried here?" Fu Yueming said, slapped a piece of ground with a palm, and buried it.

"I have lived in this world for twenty-eight years, nine of which have been in the city of water, and the old man has treated me well, but he died because of me... If creation wants to torture people, why don't you just inflict it on me?" Fu Yueming sighed deeply, standing in front of the monument, it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

"I watched a person leave from me, first Feng Mu, then Brother Mu, and then you, old man, this feeling is really uncomfortable. Fu Yueming's body trembled, clenched his fists, and exhaled deeply.

"Loneliness... Heh..."Fu Yueming smiled and turned to leave.

The wind, carrying up a few leaves, fell on the monument, entered the soil, turned into mud, guarded, guarded this regrettable wish.

Fu Yueming rose into the air and went straight to the Ten Realms Mountain of the Demon Clan.

After breaking through the Nirvana Realm, the speed was much faster than before.

This distance is only a moment for him.

The Ten Realms Mountain was also strengthened by Mu Yelong's invasion with him nine years ago, not only did he change the cultivation strength of the defenders, but the Demon Lord even set up a formation to defend it himself.

Fu Yueming's figure instantly appeared on the Ten Realms Mountain, looking down.

Those demon guards quickly assembled, lined up their formations, and watched his movements closely.

Fu Yueming didn't take out his sword, he didn't even hold it in his hand, he looked down and said, "Is Li Zhanxun there?"

These guards didn't seem to understand what Fu Yueming said, and after looking at each other one by one, they chose to attack them directly.

Roaring, shouting, attacking him.

Fu Yueming's face was expressionless, and he slapped it, and his spiritual power turned into a giant palm, and he pressed it down, slapping these minions to death at once, and finally fell on that formation.