"You're not dead?" Li Zhanxun rushed out of the formation, looked at Fu Yueming who was standing in front of him, and asked calmly.

Fu Yueming looked at him, his heart was a little complicated, calculating the time, he and the person in front of him had only known each other for a few months, but it was only a few months, and too many variables had happened.

Now that nine years have passed, Li Zhanxun looks very calm, wearing a black and purple robe, holding a long sword in his hand, but his lips are a little black.

"It's a big life, but I didn't die. Fu Yueming looked at him and remembered the deceased Li Lian.

"Your father, what's his name?" Fu Yueming asked suddenly.

Li Zhanxun frowned slightly, looked at him, and said, "What?"

"Just ask. ”

"I told you that I was an orphan. Li Zhanxun's fists were clenched, as if he was reluctant to mention the matter.

Hearing this, Fu Yueming nodded: "It's okay." ”

However, before he could think about it, Li Zhanxun's figure flashed, came to him, drew his sword, and slashed down.

It's just that when his sword fell, Fu Yueming had already retreated some distance.

Li Zhanxun looked a little incredible, concentrating on Fu Yueming's cultivation and being taken aback.

It's just that he didn't show it on his face, and he didn't say it, there were waves in his heart, and he gritted his teeth with resentment.

This action was noticed by Fu Yueming, and just as he was about to change his words, Li Zhanxun slashed with another sword, and the sword qi cut through the sky, drawing a ravine in the land below.

Even so, it didn't hurt him in the slightest, Fu Yueming kept retreating, while Li Zhanxun continued to attack fiercely.

I don't know how long he flew out, and Li Zhanxun's attack also looked tired.

Clang!

Fu Yueming's two fingers stretched out and grabbed the long sword he had chopped off.

Li Zhanxun covered his hands and pressed down hard, but Fu Yueming didn't move.

"I'll take you somewhere. Fu Yueming said suddenly.

Li Zhanxun was stunned, withdrew his sword, and didn't know what to say, so he had to nod.

Fu Yueming grabbed it, stepped out, and traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Come to the foot of the mountain, in front of the Li Lian Monument.

Fu Yueming stood in front of the monument and said, "Old man, your son, I brought it to you." ”

"What are you talking about?!" Li Zhanxun almost roared and rushed up, grabbed Fu Yueming's collar, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"The person in this grave is your biological father, Li Lian. Fu Yueming pointed and said, looking very lonely.

Li Zhanxun let go of it and looked at the stele.

Rumble!!

With a single palm, he lifted the dirt from the covering.

"What are you doing!" Fu Yueming was shocked.

The soil was lifted, and the people inside were presented in front of them intact, protected by a ball of spiritual power, and lay quietly inside.

Li Zhanxun stepped forward and looked at this old man, his body trembled a little, and he clutched his chest.

In Li Lian's hand, he was holding a puppet, which was delicately carved, and the puppet's clothes were engraved with the word Li Zhanxun.

The puppet smiled happily and lay quietly in Li Lian's hands.

Li Zhanxun also took out a puppet from his arms.

This puppet is a woman, engraved with the word Yang Gui.

The hands of these two puppets can be pulled together.

"Dad..." Li Zhanxun's body trembled, knelt in front of Li Lian, looked at the hands of the two puppets holding together, and cried bitterly.

"Daddy... Mother!!" Li Zhanxun howled, his body kept shaking, and Fu Yue couldn't bear to see it, so he stepped forward and stroked his back.

"Get out of the way!!" Li Zhanxun suddenly roared, pushing Fu Yueming away fiercely, and slapped his hands on the dirt.

"Why..."Tears fell into the soil, Li Zhanxun raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Why is the sky so unfair, why!!" Li Zhanxun pointed to the sky and scolded angrily.

"Even if you can make my parents by my side, even if you can let me pass the test, even if you let me meet good people... Even if... Why..."Li Zhanxun burst into tears, fell to his knees on the ground, and even his breathing became uncomfortable.

"Li Zhanxun... Mourning..."Fu Yueming sighed and said.

"What do you understand! If I can be like you, I can cultivate, if I can be like you, a member of the immortal clan, how can I, Li Zhanxun, end up in such a field! The sky is unfair! Why am I an ant, but you can be high!!!" Li Zhanxun stood up and pointed at the sky and scolded.

Suddenly the wind and clouds were furious, and the thunderclouds were intertwined, making a roaring sound.

"I'm not reconciled!!" he roared angrily at the sky, howling all the grievances in his heart.

But it couldn't withstand the thunder falling from the sky, and a blow pierced through its heart, and even Fu Yueming didn't have time to react.

The thunder light penetrated his heart, and Li Zhanxun looked at the sky, blood flowing from his chest and mouth.

"I... Unwilling..."Li Zhanxun knelt on the ground, opened his eyes wide, looked at the sky, and finally lost his breath.

Fu Yueming raised his head, looked directly at the sky, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, but looked weak.

"We're all ants..."