Near the immortal mist, hundreds of thousands of monks, watching Yang Fan's vicissitudes and slightly withered figure, withstood the blow of the strong man in the Tribulation Period.

He was like a man from outside the world, his mana was dull and weak, and his surroundings were also affected.

The black pillar of light that could shatter mountains and rivers, when it approached Yang Fan's body, the speed, power, and strange weakening also seemed to be decayed and powerless.

Yang Fan closed his eyes, and flew towards the sea in front of him as if no one was around, and there was a natural law lingering around him.

"What kind of law of heaven and earth is this—"

The Black Steel Protector was taken aback and froze in place for a moment.

After being promoted to the level of the Tribulation Period, the soul power will fit into heaven and earth, and comprehend and use the laws of heaven and earth.

The laws of heaven and earth are endless, encompassing all the laws of the world.

Different exercises, the power of the laws comprehended, will be different.

However, it was the first time that the Black Steel Protector had seen such a special artistic conception of the law.

At this moment, the kind of artistic conception that lingers on Yang Fan's body is a powerful natural rule.

This is the natural law that everything in the world cannot be violated.

Everything will experience the inevitability of being strong and weak.

Dynasties rise and fall, people are born, old, sick and die, and huā flowers wither and wither.

Even strength is strong and depleted.

"This is the real artistic conception of 殒huā. ”

Yang Fan opened his eyes, his gaze was dim and cloudy, and the mana in his whole body was also dry, and even his vitality had declined to the extreme.

However, Yang Fan did not stop this change from the artistic conception to the ròu body.

Because this is the true meaning of the Huā period.

The early and middle stages of the death are just a foreshadowing.

No matter how beautiful things are, they are short-lived, and they can't escape the end of withering and dying.

The moment that ordinary people pay attention to, renders the beauty and thrilling.

And what Yang Fan realized was the law that cannot be violated after the beauty and beauty.

This law and force, often overlooked, is particularly powerful.

At this moment, Yang Fan finally determined that he had entered the late stage of the death of the god in the artistic conception of the jīng god.

The later period of the death huā represents the true artistic conception and power of the realm. **Fastest Update**

Yang Fan slowly closed his eyes again, his figure looked even older, and in one step, he stepped two or three thousand miles, and he was powerless to compete with the black steel protector.

Yang Fan at this stage is not strong, but what is powerful is the realm.

Therefore, he chose to run away and not resist the masters of the tribulation period.

"This person is really not simple, he is safe and sound after taking the blow of my five successful forces, is he a newly promoted monk of the Tribulation Period?"

The Black Steel Protector's eyes were even more interested, and he was trying to chase after the past, and with such a master, he had a long time.

"Third uncle, stop it!!"

A delicate drink came, it was that xiǎo Wei.

The Black Steel Protector's eyes flashed, falling on her, and she was immediately startled: "My Xiǎo baby, when did you slip out of Sombra Castle?"

Xiǎo Wei pouted and said, "Hmph, it's not because my unreasonable father didn't let me enter 'Unzen Island', so I sneaked out." ”

"Unzen Island is a strange thing left behind by the immortals, and there are certain dangers on the island. Over the years, I don't know how many people have gone in, but they have never appeared again. Even if those lucky people come out of the island, they don't see anyone get the fairy treasure - it's a pity that this island can't be allowed to enter the strong people above the tribulation period. ”

The Black Steel Protector was helpless at first, and then seemed to have some regrets.

Yunxian Island couldn't let the monks above the Tribulation Period enter, so the Black Crystal Domain Lord sent him to blockade the island and let the young rookies of his power enter and try their luck.

At this time.

Boom~~~ The entire sea area flickered inexplicably, and a mysterious space bō moved, emanating from the immortal mist area.

Swish!!

The next moment - the whole fairy mist disappeared, and lù out of the vast endless sea.

What's going on?

Hundreds of thousands of monks, dumbfounded.

"Unzen Island is gone—"

The field was boiling, húnluàn extreme.

The huge area of immortal mist that was nearly 10,000 miles, as well as the Yunxian Island, which had never seen its true face, disappeared out of thin air under the noses of hundreds of thousands of monks!!

The disappearance of Unzen Island does not leave a trace of clues.

Who can determine its location in the vast outer seas?

"Such a huge island, just moved out of thin air, is worthy of being left behind by immortals. ”

The Black Steel Protector was amazed.

Xiǎo Wei looked suspicious, "Could it be that Uncle Yang is the one who is really destined to be destined, he just left, and this Yunxian Island was moved." ”

"Uncle Yang?"

The Black Steel Protector looked in the direction where Yang Fan had disappeared, and his eyes flashed: "You mean, his surname is Yang?"

"yes, it seems to be an outsider. ”

xiǎo Wei said without any scheming.

At the same time, in the crowd, there were also a few monks, staring at the direction of Yang Fan's departure.

Yang Fan himself didn't know that over the years, the information description about him had spread throughout the Black Crystal Sea Area.

The news of a world treasure such as Gathering Thunder Ding, Tianyi Soul Water, and Soul Restoration Altar caused a sensation in the entire South China Sea High-level.

He was alone, like a down-and-out old man, with his eyes closed, step by step, crossing the sea.

On the way, a monk noticed his old and weak figure.

At this time, Yang Fan has changed from a middle-aged uncle to an old man in his fifties, with cloudy eyes, aging skin, a slight wrinkle on his face, and weak steps.

In the realm, he stepped into the late stage of the death of Huā, and there was no trace of green chūn vitality on his body.

No matter how you look at it, he is an old man with no power in his hands, and he has no sense of security.

Yang Fan returned to the island where he had settled before, entered Dòng Mansion, closed his eyes and comprehended, and his mind fell into a mysterious realm.

In his mind, a gorgeous huā flower, blooming in an instant, and then finally unable to resist the shackles of natural laws, huā withered and withered, poignant and powerless.

In Yang Fan's body, except for the crystal green ball in the center, the Earth Soul Root and the Water Soul Realm were all like stagnant water.

Even the top three lotus huā groups are a little withered.

On the contrary, the green glow ball in the center seems to be a little condensed, and it seems to be an illusion.

Yang Fan focused a large number of his senses on this ball of green light, but he couldn't peek into its essence.

But he knows that this ball of green light is the key to "proving the fruit".

is only one or two steps away from achieving a positive result.

However, during the fruition period, there may be a baptism of heavenly tribulation.

Faintly, Yang Fan's immortal deduction is about to reach the extreme of the human world.

However, he is now more concerned with the artistic conception of 殒huā.

In a blink of an eye, fifty years have passed.

But for Yang Fan, it seems to be just a blink of an eye.

During this period, his mana did not increase, but perfectly matched his own artistic conception.

"Fifty years - time flies so fast. ”

Yang Fan took a long breath and appeared in the Tianlan Immortal Mansion as a stand-in to get in touch with relatives and friends.

"Xianggong, I haven't been in touch for so long-"

Deng Shiyao breathed a long sigh of relief, her eyes full of worry and concern.

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't worry, my Xianhong deduction is still one or two steps away from reaching the extreme." It's not too far away. ”

In the second half of the sentence, Yang Fan is still old and weak, but he has an indescribable self-confidence.

Shi Yao believes in Brother Yang's strength. ”

Deng Shiyao said unswervingly.

After contacting the relatives and friends in the Tianlan Immortal Mansion, Yang Fan returned to the Black Crystal Sea with his mind.

Yang Fan slowly got up and prepared to go out.

"Now, I've got the time to unlock the fourth seal, but I'd rather go to Pengshan Island and teach them a lesson, preferably killing one person first. ”

When Yang Fan walked out of the Dòng Mansion, he was already an old man, with a thin body, a wrinkled face, cloudy eyes, and a somewhat staggering gait.

At first glance, it looks like a gust of wind can blow him down.

Yang Fan sighed and took out an ebony cane.

When he walked out of Dòng Mansion, several sects on this island were fighting among themselves, and the sky was full of spells colliding, magnificent and gorgeous.

Yang Fan ignored these, he was going to Pengshan Island for a trip to meet two acquaintances.

Boom Bang Bang - The spell Yu bō bombarded Yang Fan, but it was a strange slowdown, withering like a huā, and then dissipating like smoke.

Yang Fan didn't seem to be standing at the same level of space as these people, and the battle of thousands of monks in the sky was all floating clouds to him.

"Who is this?"

The top monks of the high-altitude battle quickly noticed this sight and were extremely shocked.

Yang Fan just crossed the battlefield as if no one was around.

"Where did the old immortal come from!!"

A cold snort came, and a red-eyed merging period monk slammed into the punch.

Yang Fan faltered, unable to dodge, how could he confront the young man in his prime?

Poof~~~ A thunderous palm hit Yang Fan's face, but it made a weird sound.

With the power of a palm, wither and wither.

And the monk of the Merge Period exclaimed inexplicably: "Ah-my mana-my body-"

Saw.

He had black hair, gray hair, and a wrinkled face.

A body of strong muscles, withered and shriveled, a body of majestic mana, degraded to the extent of the foundation building period.

A combined top-level monk, in the blink of an eye, he became a gray-haired low-level monk.

From prime to old age.

Mana from the top, withered to the lowest.

Yang Fanli didn't pay attention to him, every step he took was extremely slow, and he seemed to be faltering.

However, in one step, he can cross thousands of miles.

Upon discovering this situation, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The leaders of the two forces, both of whom are strong in the late stage of the merger, gasped at this moment.

They looked at each other, and their eyes were full of horror.

"Who is this person, and his strength is too terrifying!!"

"I've never seen this kind of supernatural power, and I've never seen him make a move, and the people who attack him will directly age and run out of mana. It's horrible—"

The leaders of the two sides completely lost their fighting spirit, and the battle ceased on the same day.

Yang Fan didn't care about this, his old figure had disappeared from this island.

Then, step by step, he walked in the direction of Pengshan Island.

Along the way, no one recognized Yang Fan's identity.

Occasionally, on the sea, I encountered a few pirate monks and tried to defeat the strong with the weak, and the ending was naturally very miserable.

Finally, on this day.

An old and old, white-haired old man, trembling with a cane, came to Pengshan Island.

(2nd Update...... August is coming to an end, comrades with monthly passes, don't làng pay for it. ）

To be continued)