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The white light flashed, stopping in front of the city, Yuwen held the feather fan that had been closed, nailed through a cloud of earth evil qi that had no time to escape, and dragged it all the way here, and the white light lingered, which had already dissipated the consciousness of the giant beast, worn out the yin spirit, and turned into smoke and sand.

"Not yet, it's not like that. Yuwen looked at the feather fan in his hand, was silent, and sighed suddenly: "This is not enough, if she can't see me, how can she come back?"

"How could you, so strong?! Warp time, not so fast?... You!" The remnant phantom of the female Shura, who was left with only the last bubble, looked at Yuwen in shock, and at that moment shattered many of his kind, severely wounding them, and even killing a few unlucky people on the spot.

"I can't die yet. Yuwen smiled and said, "Naturally, you have to work harder." ”

"It's time for you to go. Yuwen smiled lightly and beckoned, as if to say goodbye, and the last afterimage of the female Shura also dimmed and dissipated.

"If the form and spirit and the will are destroyed, and this residual thought can last for a while, then there will definitely be a world where there is only thought, and there must be a place where the last residual thoughts gather after the form and god are destroyed. Yuwen looked at the disappeared female Shura and said to himself in his heart.

"How will you be resurrected?" Yuwen looked expectantly at the crack in the distance, waiting for the return of the female Shura.

This time, it was he who killed her with his own hands and obliterated her will, and this is cause and effect. Yuwen could faintly feel that in an unknown place, in a place that he couldn't reach, this cause and effect had not been completely broken, but it was just dim.

She's not completely dead!

I'm waiting for you to come back! I'm waiting to find out the truth behind it! Find a way to survive after the destruction of the form and the gods!

You must come!

"It's really interesting!"

In the middle of the city, Fang Yuan sat quietly in a library, looked at some books, raised his eyes and looked outside, and the corners of his mouth were also a little curvature.

This library has a collection of tens of millions of books, all kinds, complete categories, involving a variety of topics, including a brief introduction to practice, customs and customs, geographical generalizations, historical records, and interesting stories about wild history.

Although these books seem to be just such a thin book, if the contents are written on the paper one by one, they are enough to fill a town, so ordinary people generally read a few pages or a few volumes, and it is rare for someone to read the whole book here. But the crowd here is still endless, crowded with people, all kinds of books to find, pay for the required longevity, immersed in it.

Shou Yuan, is the hard currency in these cities, is the means of the immortal way to extract, safe and harmless, simple and fast, and the return is also quite good, never drag mud and water, whether it is the need for a practice environment, or to observe the practice of insights.

In this city, the characters under the fairy road, the communication is Shouyuan, which is also the only fuel they can provide to the city, and enjoy the efficient life in this city. And the characters who have achieved the immortal path, they are paying something else.

Even if you are a half-immortal who has stepped on the immortal path, you also have to pay Shouyuan here, and of course you will enjoy more preferential treatment, such as slightly violating some rules here, such as killing people and the like.

Half immortal,It's a little bit of an impact on the operation of this city.,It's like a 10m stubborn cache in 64G memory.,Although you can't really do anything.,But it's blocked.,It's also a position.,If you accumulate it.,It's also going to take that effort to clean up.,It's not necessary.。 And giving these preferential treatment to a half-immortal is just a trivial matter.

And the owner of this bookstore, in this city, happens to be a half-immortal. He doesn't come here often on weekdays, but only occasionally comes here to check the situation.

It's just a pity that he has a problem.

He was a real immortal, a seriously injured immortal, a dazzling halo still tightly wrapped around him, eating away at his origin, endangering his life.

In a corner of the library, a neat and tidy thick leather book has been stacked on the shelf, and there is a faint smell of abandonment on it, as if no one has come to look at it for a long time.

Fang Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up from the table and chair beside him, and after returning to his place, he put his hand on the book with a smile and pulled it out.

There is an invisible power in this book, which seems to make people ignore the past, and this is not a single book, there is a row full of them, and the content is exactly the same.

In this book, there is a small world hidden, hundreds of millions of years of concealment, erasing all traces of influence that may be revealed, and even the world itself is turned into illusion, turning into light and shadow, like a wisp of wind, between the pages of the book, between the words, drifting at will.

That is to say, entering that world is not simply to find the book, but to find it accurately, and at this moment, the world has drifted to which corner of the book is the trace.

If you want to hide a fallen leaf, put it in the woods.

The coordinates of this world are between the characters of the book that are temporarily hidden in this library.

Fang Yuan's fingertips flashed with green light, condensing the power of life, condensing the energy of time, condensing the mysteries of creation, and then all of them blended together, built according to a certain template, the longevity of thousands of years was born out of thin air, half of it fell on the books, and half of it was integrated into the void, and it was extracted by this city. This tax is actually half of the meeting!

This is a miscellaneous book, recording a lot of rural anecdotes, and there are more gossips, which have not been taken away by the passage of time, but have not been recorded by anyone, as a talking point, and listened to with future generations.

The cover opened, and all kinds of words rushed to the face, which were the languages of different races, but they were clearly seen and understood, and they were very humanized and creative.

The pages of the book flew at his fingertips, and Fang Yuan quickly turned over, taking them all into his eyelids, looking at those interesting things, but also chasing the traces left by that small world.

In the distance, the jet-black air flow was surging, and a gold-clothed man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and between the air currents, the flesh and blood were rubbed away over and over again, and the potholes were exploded, shaking incessantly, and the pain was endless.

In the vague distance, he could still see that in the depths of his body, there was a golden ball of light, eroded by a layer of colorful halo, and the halo was slowly wearing away under the turbid air flow that invaded outside, very slowly, very slowly.

Suddenly, the golden-clothed man opened his eyes, the golden light in his pupils was brilliant, the world was growing, everything was rising, he looked at the city, looked at the library, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body was instantly turned into a bubble by the turbidity, and it was a flash of golden light, which was instantly reversed.

"Who opened my book?"

"Still, let's go back and talk about it. The gold-clothed man looked around, but there was no movement, only to close his eyes again, and a wisp of turbid qi was dragged, and in the midst of a thousand cuts, he went to kill the halo again.

"Sun and moon, it's really, you can't beat it. A long sigh, a sigh of regret.

"Huh?"

Fang Yuan held down a character, locked the drifting world, and suddenly listened attentively, capturing the faint traces of the previous touch, it seemed that someone sensed the situation here, and moved such a thought, reflected in the sky and the earth, but in an instant, he erased the traces, Fang Yuan took a step slower, and he didn't catch the handle, so he couldn't trace back to the past, it was a pity.

A badly injured immortal who has hidden here.

Seeing the scene in this small world, Fang Yuan understood.

It is a world that is constantly reciprocating and dying, and the moment when it reaches its peak within it is to drain the vitality of the essence, the vitality of the vigorous and upward.

For a seriously injured immortal, this form of vitality is truly beneficial to healing and making up for their shortcomings.

"Ha, are you sleeping?" Fang Yuan was very interested in this.

To be able to hide the formation of this town, and to hide from the immortals who have lived here for a long time or passed by, this person's cultivation realm must not be a simple immortal layer.

Although the immortals stationed in these nodes now are all in the form of a layer, the mystery of this formation is not something that a layer of immortals can make, and the background is not enough. There are many mysteries in this formation, which are very mysterious, and that is the perception of the second layer of immortals.

"You'll be back. Fang Yuan closed the book and put it back in place.

It's true that no one has opened this book for a long time, and the owner is also careful not to leave the slightest breath, but there is still a little breath left on it, and it has been a long time since then, and it should have happened a long time ago.

At that time, it must have been very interesting, and it must have been handled very well, so no one knew that this boss was actually not a half-immortal.

"Huh? Interesting, catch up with a piece. Fang Yuan turned his head and looked out of the city in surprise, a newly familiar temperament was walking towards here, it was one of the breaths in this book.

"Ha, I thought it was all taken care of. I didn't think there was any leftover, but it was really interesting. ”

Thinking like this, Fang Yuan raised his hand and grabbed it gently, the young man who was walking quietly and quietly completed the journey on this road in an instant, put down the book in front of the bookshelf, gritted his teeth viciously, and sharpened his knife.

He was, a half-immortal.