Chapter Seventy-Six: A Sword Cold Sky

"Did the former seniors say that they were waiting for me here?" Fang Wenyuan asked in surprise.

You Fangzi smiled softly and said, "Yes!"

"The biggest doubt in your heart is not that you know the pirate map in the sea?"

Hearing such a sentence, Fang Wenyuan's heart turned a monstrous wave, he had never mentioned the matter of stealing the picture to anyone, of course he knew the truth that the husband was not guilty and was guilty. Before, You Fangzi said that he could solve his doubts one by one, but now he believes it.

So he hugged his fists and said: "Please also ask your seniors for advice!"

"Immortal Soul!" You Fangzi poured out two words. Then when Fang Wenyuan didn't react, he pulled out his hand from the pool water, and with a flick of his fingers, a crystal drop of water was imprinted with the brilliance of the sun and flew to Fang Wenyuan's forehead.

Drip~... A crisp sound occupied Fang Wenyuan's mind, making him confused for a moment.

And then there is, quiet! Quiet, which makes people's hearts uneasy. Watch the scene in front of you slowly swallow up the black, and watch yourself fall into the boundless darkness. Fang Wenyuan only felt that his surroundings were extremely cold, he couldn't see the light or hear the sound, as if he had been abandoned by the world.

But there was no fear and loneliness in his heart, he was free from the shackles of his skin, and he felt calm in his heart, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

I don't know how long it took, but two points of light appeared in front of me, slowly moving from far to near. Fang Wenyuan quietly watched them approach, these two rays of light were himself, to be precise, they were the golden-bodied man transformed by the thief and the white-clothed man in the Demon Immortal Inheritance, both of them had the same appearance as Fang Wenyuan himself.

What followed was a cyan light cluster that flew to Fang Wenyuan's feet and turned into a blooming green lotus, which was his foundation-building platform, supporting him and keeping up with the two 'himself' who walked past him.

A door appeared in front of him, quaint and vicissitudes. Fang Wenyuan saw the golden-bodied man and the white-clothed man push open the door and walk out in the dazzling light.

"Kill..."

The monstrous sound of the battle reached Fang Wenyuan's ears, shaking his soul. When he walked out of the door, he was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him, and his heart was shocked.

The figures of the monks were endless, all in the midst of the melee, all kinds of spiritual light soared into the sky, the power of supernatural spells was amazing, the earth was cracked, the rivers were churning, and the sky was pale.

The unevenness of these monks, from Qi cultivation to foundation building, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, Transformation God, and even more terrifying. Fang Wenyuan's location is on the periphery, and most of them are in the Qi training period. But the battle was also extremely tragic, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and blood raining down the earth, which can be described as a river of blood.

Fang Wenyuan was stunned and looked at everything that happened in front of him in a daze. Suddenly, two monks, who were entangled in each other, approached him.

One of the old men had a dejected face, but his eyes were as fierce as fire, staring at a middle-aged monk opposite him, and shouted: "This immortal soul old man is going to be decided, with it, the old man can reach the top and ask, master the supreme magic method, and achieve true immortal!"

"Wishful thinking!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily, biting his middle finger, and a drop of blood drew a rune in the void, and it fell on the old man without the slightest fireworks. The old man's complexion changed suddenly, and the aura of defeat on his body became even stronger. The cultivation of the two is comparable, and it is difficult to suppress each other when they fight, and under the entanglement of each other, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

"Immortal Soul!" Fang Wenyuan muttered, his eyes flashing, as if he had thought of a hint of the key. So he flew up and approached the center of the melee.

None of the monks around him could see him, Fang Wenyuan was not the slightest surprise at this, and he had already understood You Fangzi's intentions by this point.

Everything that happened here was fake, and the monks who were fighting around them were just illusions. But it can also be said to be true, because this is a history of blood and tears that happened three thousand years ago, and he had heard about it.

I always thought it was just a legend and a sad song, but I never thought it was true.

The fate of immortal cultivators is a bumpy road to eternal life, and if you don't live forever, you die.

Three thousand and one hundred years ago, there were many capable people in the cultivation realm, and it was also the most prosperous period in the history of cultivating immortals.

However, the extremes of things must be opposed, and the cultivation realm at that time also confirmed this truth. Extremely prosperous and declining, in a hurry of a hundred years, it quickly declined, the aura of heaven and earth became thinner and thinner, and the hope of becoming an immortal became more and more diminishing, and even made the monks despair.

Three thousand years ago, it was even more terrifying for the monks, this was the darkest moment in the cultivation realm. All the monks did not hesitate to take advantage of the higher cultivation. So much so that at that time, all the monks were in danger for fear of being targeted by other monks. Later, the number of monks gradually decreased, and the cultivation world ushered in a period of relative peace.

Until that day, the arrival of an immortal corpse set off another bloody storm. This immortal corpse, the seven spirits are scattered, and only three immortal souls remain, which is an opportunity for the monks to become immortals.

If you don't live forever, you die, but the hope of becoming an immortal is just around the corner. As a result, all the monks went crazy for these three immortal souls and completely lost their minds.

Later, some people always thought that this was too strange, why did every monk do this? But there was no result. Some people secretly speculated that maybe the immortal corpse descended on the monks to go crazy, but in fact, someone was manipulating it behind the scenes. If the speculation is true, then the cultivation of this mastermind behind the scenes will be unimaginable.

Fang Wenyuan went all the way unimpeded, saw the madness of the monks, and saw the weirdness of various magical spells. When he came to the center of the scuffle, he saw a middle-aged man with a light and elegant expression, but with a domineering temperament all over his body, this man looked seven points similar to him, and held a baby in his arms.

"Dad!" Fang Wenyuan felt sour in his heart, looking at the middle-aged man holding the baby in his arms.

He had never forgotten this majestic figure, although he hadn't seen it for seven years, even though it was only a phantom from three thousand years ago. He could still recognize that the man here was his father, Fang Bufan. How could he not know the love of blood imprinted in his bones?

"When my child was born, he had a fetal gas, and when the thief cursed, the soul was damaged and in danger, I implore you to let a fairy soul to hang my child's life, Fang is grateful!" Fang Bufan stood in the void, one person occupying one side.

"The old man is the first to refuse, the immortal soul should belong to us and others, if you don't have this strength, you should retreat quickly, don't be ashamed!" An old man with a dusty whisk stood up and said with a sarcastic smile.

Several other cultivators who were quite powerful also had cold faces, and although they didn't speak, their meaning was already very clear.

The three immortal souls have been sitting on the void, these three immortal souls, Fang Wenyuan already knew in his heart that it was the two 'selves' who had just opened the door, that is, the golden-bodied man who had been transformed by the thief map, and the man in white in the demon immortal inheritance. The difference is that their appearance is not the same as Fang Wenyuan's now.

The position of these great powers is under the immortal soul, and they are in the center of the melee. They are stalemate here, no one takes the initiative to speak, and no one takes the initiative to take action, just because they are quite cultivated, and no one wants to take the lead.

Because no one wants to be the target of the crowd and be attacked by other people. At this moment, Fang Bufan will take the lead, then they will cooperate temporarily and kill Fang Bufan first, so that there will be one less strong opponent, so they will acquiesce to Yichenzi's words and show their attitude.

Seeing this, Fang Bufan was not afraid, nor did he be wordy, but his eyes were cold, and he spat lightly: "The sword is coming!" After saying that, the sky changed color, and a storm blew on the earth, and the sky became extremely dull, and it was so depressing that it made people breathless.

The clouds rotated rapidly under the blowing of the storm, forming a whirlpool of clouds connecting heaven and earth, slowly extending downward, and a ray of blue light penetrated from the whirlpool, flew into Fang Bufan's hand, and turned into a three-foot-three-inch cyan long sword.

"Today, I didn't want to kill in vain, but it was a matter of life and death for my son, so I blamed Fang for being ruthless!"

With a swing of the sword, the clouds in the sky suddenly cracked, and the long-lost sunlight sprinkled the gloomy earth. The cyan long sword hissed, and a sword light shot up into the sky, the light illuminated half of the sky, and the void writhed.

Seeing such a momentum, Yichenzi was shocked, and faintly regretted why Fang Cai was so impulsive and provoked such a person who should not be provoked. Although the other monks around him were calm on the surface, they were also shocked in their hearts, and they retreated and avoided without a trace.

However, Fang Bufan's sword was aimed at Yichenzi, so Yichenzi couldn't dodge, so he could only resist hard, so he waved his hands in front of him and shouted in a low voice: "Taishangtaixing, Beigong Xuanwu, strain without stopping, protect your life!"

A black giant tortoise phantom enveloped a cloud of dust in it. Among the four divine beasts, Xuanwu was the main defense, and at this moment, he borrowed a wisp of the divine beast Xuanwu's soul, and his heart was settled. But the next moment, Yichenzi's eyes were full of horror, because the solid Xuanwu Split Soul couldn't stop this sword at all.

In a panic, he took out a lot of magic weapons to resist, one after another, with the destruction of magic weapons, Yichenzi's heart was full of despair, and finally, he watched this sword light pass through his body.

Quiet~

Suddenly there was no sound between heaven and earth, and all those who fought were shocked by this sword. Several powerful people who were hostile to Fang Bufan also had their eyes flashing and did not dare to step forward.

"I'll only take one immortal soul, do you have any objections?" Fang Bufan held the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand and asked proudly! Immortal Yuan is a thing that is red in the eyes of a monk, although he cultivates to the sky, he does not dare to occupy the entire cultivation realm as an enemy.

After a brief silence, some of the monks on the periphery were caught in the scuffle again, apparently acquiescing. The few powerful people who stayed in the center were also silent at the moment.

Fang Bufan's earth-shattering sword surpassed the cultivation of the gods, and even higher, shocking all the monks. The only person who was not shocked was Fang Wenyuan at this moment. And at this time, Fang Wenyuan's sourness in his heart was incomprehensible, and in the past seven years, he was full of resentment in his heart. is a grudge against his father Fang Bufan, resenting him for abandoning himself.

But at this moment, seeing that Fang Bufan did not hesitate to become the target of public criticism for him, the resentment in Fang Wenyuan's heart suddenly dissipated.

When Fang Bufan was picking up the immortal soul, no one saw a small movement of him, and he integrated a drop of the blood of the baby in his arms into another immortal soul.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Fang Wenyuan's eyes: "It turns out that the immortal soul is a thief, and it is also the 'path' that my father prepared for me!"

Just as the tears were dripping to the ground, there was another crisp tick, and all the monks in the scuffle around them stood still.

A breeze blew out of nowhere, blowing away all the monks who were fighting, and Fang Wenyuan's eyes were also a little stinging by the wind, so he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the world around him changed again.