Long Zhen didn't kill him, Long Zhen fulfilled him.

A person's success requires not only talent and hard work, but also opportunities.

That moment, it was a long time.

To live is suffering, and to die is liberation. In fact, the fact that everyone can live is a miracle within a miracle, every moment. Fang Yin had escaped the slaughter of the war, and the shadow of death was still there. Fang Yin once fell off a cliff, thinking that he could no longer live. Fang Yin had come back from the dead in the desert desperate situation, and that was nothing. At least, not very painful. Yes, the god of maintenance, Lord Vishnu, you have not tasted the true taste of life as death.

That moment was short-lived.

Long Zhen can ask Fang Yin to die, Long Zhen doesn't need to kill him, Long Zhen just needs to stop. The wind sword only cut off Fang Yin's long hair, and the wind knife only cut through Fang Yin's flesh, this was just a game, Long Zhen had no reason to kill him. Play around, get off stage, have fun, that's all. But Long Zhen didn't know, just like Fang Yin, the real change came suddenly from the inside out, and when Fang Yin's blood turned into tears and flowed down, Long Zhen was the most shocked one of them all.

Omen of Scattered Strength!

At that moment, Long Zhen had 10,000 reasons to stop, the strange young man opposite, the bastard scoundrel kid had nothing to do with Long Zhen whether he was dead or alive, Long Zhen could stop it, and let his internal breath break the meridians of his body and burst his blood vessels and die, and his flesh and blood turned into a puddle of mud. But this scene is too familiar to Long Zhen, just because Long Zhen has also experienced all this, and at that moment Long Zhen knows that once he stops, he will definitely die!

Long Zhen didn't stop, Long Zhen fulfilled him.

That moment.

What does it feel like to have ten thousand arrows piercing the heart? What does it taste like to be devoured by 10,000 ants? What does it feel like to live and die if you don't want to live or die? It's still too late! The pain is extreme, it's numbness, but it's more difficult to be itchy, sour, numb, and suffocating, it's not that you want to cry, but you want to laugh! You just want to dance wildly and yell! But you can't scream, you can't cry or laugh, you can only hold back and suffer in pain, that's what Fang Yin felt at that time. Like a stubborn iron, placed in a furnace, burning skin and bones burned red body and mind, and suddenly immersed in the extreme cold: "Snort-"

Daoist Fang, it's smoking.

The light smoke curls and turns into clouds, the body is restrained, and the heart is solidified.

But it is a feeling, cool! comfortable! That is called one, beautiful! The extreme of things must be reversed, and extreme pain produces pleasure, just as happiness gives birth to sorrow! Boom! A little heart fire attack, the body goes to the furnace of heaven and earth, and the harsh tempering is far from over, but it has just begun! Warm! Warm! Burning! Hot! The skin is scorched and the flesh is rotten! Laugh -- pain! Hurry! Drench! Smoke again, beautiful and bubbling! Boom! Go on and on, water and fire are combined, what is the stubborn iron? The heat and cold are scorching, the pain is happy, how is the flesh and blood? Trembling in pain and singing happily, who is so endlessly building the poor pathetic and ridiculous me, and why, what does he want to create!

At that moment, Fang Yin didn't know, he didn't know the cause and didn't know the effect, and at that moment, the dragon really knew, he knew the cause and didn't know the effect. Heaven and earth are one qi, one gas is heaven and earth, the empty and underworld qi in Fang Yin's body is already blatantly under the extreme pressure, under the temptation of the more majestic, more domineering, and more refined and condensed emptiness and underworld qi, under the irresistible guidance of the power of the source, they are unwilling to lie dormant in Fang Yin's limbs, hundreds of bones, air pockets, meridians break out, and the dantian is blown up in an instant!

But it can't be broken! But it can't come out! Turning the human body into a dantian, penetrating the qi of heaven and earth, it's easy to say, how easy it is to say! This situation is somewhat similar to the time when the Jin Dan of Wu Zen is formed, but there is no Zen and no guard for the guard, it is a void and there is a square inch of dantian, with the strength of the Wu Zen monk, it is still thrilling and lucky, this has to be replaced by a shallow foundation to cultivate a mediocre Taoist priest, and he wants to protect every part of the whole body, inside and out, it can be imagined that-

But there is Long Zhen.

There is no Zen to say that he is blessed with a great life, but Fang Yin is supported by gods and Buddhas, this is something that Fang Yin can't do anyway, but Long Zhen can help him, and only Long Zhen can help him do it in the world. When two tears of blood flowed, Long Zhen turned him into a fish. Confined him in the air, oppressed from all sides, he was from within, omnipresent, and Long Zhen was outside to support him, taking care of everything. Wu Zen gave birth to a golden pill in the dantian with the true self and the original self, and the dragon really turned a heaven and earth into a dantian with the air of emptiness and darkness, and then created a Fang Yin.

When the ten thousand blood lines broke through the body, Fang Yin had already been reincarnated as a human. When the little bit was in the barrier, Fang Yin was already reborn. It is no different from cutting down the hair and washing the marrow, it is the time when the thousands of blood rush and shoot out, it is the time when the hundreds of millions of pores are opened together, and the pure and condensed empty qi pours in one fell swoop, cleansing and dissolving the three mixed breaths in Fang Yin's body in one fell swoop, like the scorching sun melting the ice and snow at one time, Fang Yin saved his life. Since it is the realm of knowing the micro, it is repaired by skillful hands, the meridians are broken and continued, and the air pockets are not reshaped. Everything starts all over again, step by step, such a thing Long Zhen has already done for himself once twenty years ago, and today twenty years later, for this strange young man-

Heaven and earth have love!

Of course, this is also a challenge, it is more difficult than the last time, Long Zhen has nothing else to ask for, Long Zhen enjoys it.

Decide!

Without Zen, you can't get closer, that's harming Brother Fang Yin!

See!

This is the real miracle, it is happening right in front of people's eyes!

"Bang!"

Another balloon burst, the roar is after the shattering!

"Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――h

The wind and clouds surge, the heavens and the earth change color!

"Duh!"

It's a long story, but in the blink of an eye, Fang Yinren slashed down with a sword in mid-air with red eyes and a sea of blood, thinking that he was awake and still in a dream, but he didn't know what had happened just now! But Long Zhen's great power was something that he could snatch from an ordinary man, and Fang Yin, who broke out of the cocoon and came out with a majestic god, shocked the eyes of everyone present, and in Long Zhen's eyes, he was just a weak chicken that had just hatched. The sword has been in the head, Long Zhen spoke, the phoenix eyes and the dragon are mighty, and the success or failure is decided in one fell swoop: "Duh!"

In an instant, all the true qi was released, and in an instant, it returned to the body of the empty underworld! The dust could not be stained, Ke Wu was on the top of it, and suddenly it was folded in the middle of the air, and the steel long sword was unbearable for a straw! The blood rain could not invade, and Fang Yin only felt that the chest was like a heavy hammer, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and the person was like a paper kite rushing to the sky and flying upside down, fluttering lightly and falling under the stage, just in the southeast direction! The bloody clouds and mist were still there, the bluestone table was impregnated, and the drops were miserable and the slightest was poignant, and between heaven and earth, he saw a person standing on the platform with his hands in his hand, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Silence, dead silence, dead silence.

Everyone was frightened and frightened, and the nose was full of blood.

He's not human.

He is already God.

Wu Zen also fixed his body on the long steps, one foot will rise and one foot will fall, maintaining a courageous upward posture.

Huba Cilen was still asleep, in his arms.

In front of Fang Yin was the blood-red world, silent, blurred, shadowy, and the half-truncated sword was still tightly held in his hand.

But he will fall into the arms of whom: "Amitabha-"

Togaro?