"I see, you're not here to catch up with me, you're here to kill me. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fan Yuan said lightly, his eyes gradually becoming indifferent.

"That's enough," waved his hand fiercely, and Jian finally got impatient, "Fanyuan, it's useless to talk more, now, I just want you to die." ”

As he spoke, a little bit of blue light turned into a slender flying sword under his palm, which hung there and buzzed with the master's emotions.

"Heh, kill me?" Fan Yuan chuckled, reached out and threw the object in his arms, and it fell to the ground with a clang, and he looked at it fixedly, it was the mark of the head that was as white as jade.

'Bang', as if something was broken, a bloody light condensed and dissipated on the mark of the master.

"The mark of the master, Fan Yuan, what do you mean by this, do you think that if you do this, I will spare you from death?" The streamer on the sword still hadn't dissipated, and it became more intense as the words of the reprimand intensified.

Looking at the mark of the head in front of him, Fan Yuan seemed to have a reminiscence in his eyes, "I know your character, and there will be no more room for tactfulness in what I decide; I handed over this mark just to avoid a sword confrontation between you and me, after all, there is a senior brother; moreover, I still want to ask you to fulfill it." ”

"What's the matter?" frowned, and scolded that he didn't know what tricks Fan Yuan was playing, but the mark of the head of the house in his hand was still warm and fake.

Ding Ning was in an uproar, accompanied by the sound of chains, Fan Yuan stood up with his knees, tidied up his robe, and was still spotless.

"I've been here for more than a thousand years, so long, so long, I think I've forgotten what it's like to fly in the air, and I don't ask you anything else, I just want me to go cleanly, get rid of this shackle and jump off this peak with a free body, and let me feel what it's like to fly. ”

"You ・・・・・・" holding the sword, the prohibition around his feet had already been activated, and he looked at the figure in front of him in the distance, and suddenly felt a trace of palpitations.

After a long time, he suddenly held the sword, and only one of them swung the sword sideways, and the forbidden chains where the sword passed were all shattered.

The lock that had been imprisoned for thousands of years finally fell off and fell to the ground.

His face was lowered, and his eyes were hidden under the photocopy.

"Thank you, Fen. "Taking a step, Fan Yuan stepped step by step through the thousand-year-old prohibition and walked to the edge of the cliff; the dead wood hairpin peeled off layer by layer, the wind blew away the hair, and the morning sun in the distance just turned the clouds on the horizon.

"Wait," just as Fan Yuan was about to let go of his hand and fall, he scolded but stopped it with a voice, and an extra osmanthus bud like ice and jade appeared on his fingertips.

"Do you know that?"

Turning around, Fan Yuan looked carefully, but he was a little stunned, "This... This is the laurel love flower・・・・・・

"That's right, it's a laurel love flower. The flower buds between his fingers turned, and he said coldly, "This is my sister's love flower." ”

"Back then, after imprisoning you here, the first thing I did was to forcibly break through to the triple heaven with a hundred years of longevity, go to the cliff under the moon, and go to see the osmanthus love tree that records all the **** in the world; ”

"What・・・・・・ how is this possible, obviously not, I ・・・・・" Fan Yuan was almost speechless.

"How is it possible, how is it impossible!" raised his head, his eyes were red with clenched teeth, "Fanyuan, do you know that when I went to pick this bud, there was a tear and a drop of blood on it, which can prevent mortals from seeing their love flowers." ”

"What do you mean・・・・・・" is no longer calm, and the fingertips of Fan Yuan are trembling.

"That's right, as you think, it comes at a price, it costs Yang Shou. Saying this, a drop of blood and tears slowly flowed down Jian Xuan's cheeks, "It took a hundred years to go to the Triple Heaven, and it took a hundred years to lay down the ban, and the junior sister's already short life was exhausted for you, and even she didn't have time to break through the cultivation to continue her life." ”

Choked, weed-like emotions grew wildly in Fan Yuan's heart, "You mean, senior sister, she... ”

"Dead, long dead, heart dead, looking in your direction from the top of the mountain all day, just a hundred years into a stone statue. Blood and tears fell to the ground, smashed on the ground and shattered into eight petals.

"I ・・・・・・ I ・・・・・・" can't say a word, and Fan Yuan is really speechless.

"Well, I thought that after so long, this bud might fail, but it didn't, it never was, and now it's going to die, and it's going to dissipate. You just go with guilt. After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and pushed Fan Yuan off the cliff.

And, the buds are still the same.

Next to a stone statue, a wisp of grievances drifted away. The stone statue is like a wangfu stone, but the soul of Fan Yuan is sitting beside her and sighing.

Shattered, and suddenly the stone statue peeled off layer by layer, and gradually turned into a branch, on which a crystal clear bud condensed.

"This ・・・・・・" looked at everything released in front of him, and Fan Yuan couldn't help but be stupid.

A gust of wind passed, and a sigh was heard in the distance.

"All fate, all fate, all dust and evil fate, why should you be stubborn at the tip of your heart. ”

"Who is it?" Fan Yuan looked around, but no one came, and when he turned around, the branch was gently pinched in the hand of an old man.

The person who came was white-haired and crane-faced, holding a snow-colored whisk and wearing a Tai Chi Pisces robe, and all around him exuded dignity.

"You're Sanqing!" Fan Yuan was surprised, but his eyes were still on the bud.

Nodding, Taishang seemed to be smiling, "Fan Yuan, can you let me do you a favor?"

Fan Yuan frowned and then let go, "You want to let your junior sister reincarnate." ”

"Yes, that will tie up a little of your heart. Taishang Laojun smiled and waved the dust, and in the blink of an eye, the flower buds turned red and full of vitality.

"Okay, then what do you want me to do?" asked Fan Yuan out loud, he knew that he had to give something.

"Come, I'll let you know first. Taishang beckoned, and with a wave of the dust, he was in the void, with no top and bottom, just like chaos.

"Is this ・・・・・・ Ninety-Nine Heavy Hatred Outside the World?" Fan Yuan recognized this place after looking up and down.

"That's right, you doll has some knowledge. Taishang Laojun nodded approvingly, stroked his long beard and said, "Look, this is a layer of boundaries and a barrier for the thousands of worlds that are stretched out from the hatred of the sky;

"What's wrong?" Fan Yuan listened to Lao Jun's words and watched carefully, and seemed to see a void from a distance.

"But where is it, I see that it is a little lighter than others, and it is also a little deeper. Fan Yuan pointed to that place and motioned for Lao Jun to look.

"You can teach," Lao Jun nodded again, "Indeed, there is something wrong with that place; I felt it when I pinched my fingers that day, and when I came here to see it, I knew that in 15,000 years, the hole in the sky would be broken again, and the ancient natural disasters would be reproduced." ”

"Lao Jun has a plan, if he doesn't make up for it this day, he doesn't know what is going on outside the hatred of the world. After listening to Lao Jun's words, Fan Yuan was also worried.

There is a way, but the old man has no choice but to search all over the ninety-nine heavy lands and the eighty-eight heavy lands to find another colorful stone. Lao Jun sighed, and his brow furrowed slightly showed that this ancient god was indeed worried about this.

"Isn't there a kind of stone in heaven and earth that can replace the multicolored stone?" asked Fan Yuan.

"Yes. Lao Jun smiled, and with a wave of dust in his hand, Fan Yuan changed his appearance again.

The huge waves are monstrous, there is a golden stone flowing on the cliff by the sea, the golden crow of the divine bird above the head has sheared, and a drop of the hot tears of the divine fire is dripping.

"This is the stone. "Lao Jun said.

"This is ・・・・・・" Fan Yuan looked at it carefully, but he was still puzzled.

"It's normal for you not to know, this is the corpse of the nine golden crows that fell when Hou Yi shot the sun; although the remaining golden crow was wrong, but the death of his relatives made him sad several times, almost unable to get up and fall in the morning, the old man saw that he was pitiful, so he collected his brother's corpse and turned it into a stone to let the golden crow have some sustenance, but he didn't think that he would shed a tear at this time every day at the beginning of the rise, and over time this stone was refined and refined. Lao Jun said slowly, and the golden crow that had gone away above his head couldn't stop screaming.

Looking at the stone in front of him, Fan Yuan sighed at the impermanence of the world, but he was puzzled and asked, "Is that old gentleman in trouble?"

"Indeed, the difficulty is that this stone has no soul, even if it is refined, it can't bear the nothingness outside the hatred of the world; only the strange stone that has experienced the red dust and suffered a lot can be comparable to the colorful stone, in order to resist the loneliness of the hatred of the world, and make up for that day. After Lao Jun finished speaking, he smiled, looking at Fan Yuan full of deep meaning.

"Heh, the Taoist understands that Lao Jun hopes that Fan Yuan is making up for the heavens in this life. "Sigh, Fan Yuan understands.

"What? Squinting slightly, Lao Jun seemed to have read something else in the eyes of Fan Yuan.

"Not really," Reaching out and stroking the stone, Fan Yuan said lightly, "Senior sister, she has made a stone for me for hundreds of years, why shouldn't I; ”

"Yes. Taishang Laojun responded.

"There is one more thing to get rid of Lao Jun, please vote for a good family for my junior sister, don't have anything to do with me in the next life, I owe her too much. Fan Yuan said, there is a lot of pain in the heart.

Lao Jun was silent, and Fan Yuan should be his acquiescence, and he closed his eyes with a sigh.

In this way, the old man did it. ”

After speaking, he stretched out his fingertips and twisted a wisp of afterimage from the mortal soul, and with a wave of his hand, a green jade gourd was included in the mortal soul.

The remnant soul of the mortal fate was grasped in the palm of his hand, and he stretched out a finger and dissipated on the stone with a gentle blow.

"Well, that's it. Lao Jun stood still, "Remember, your name is Fanyuan, go to Mount Meru to find immortals." ”