In the vast sea area, the scenery is pleasant, the streamer that breaks through the sky is flying, and in a blink of an eye, it is across a distance of thousands of miles, looking for the fairy island, just ahead.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed in this world, but Yang Xiao has traveled through various worlds, just because the speed of time is different, in fact, he has already passed tens of thousands of years, and there is an inexplicable concern in his heart for the Iron Fan Princess Yang Shengying, which is getting deeper and deeper.

For Princess Iron Fan, he has always had an inexplicable sense of distance, just because the qiē between the two was all caused by an accident, and even, he openly married Princess Iron Fan, but he just relied on his own force and magic to force her to agree to him.

However, this qiē and qiē have undergone unpredictable changes because of Yang Shengying, this is the child of the two of them, even if the two are just an accident together, but the child has become a bond between them that can never be broken.

Looking at it, the Immortal Island is only a thousand miles in size, compared with those large islands in the four seas that are often thousands of miles in size, it is much more exquisite, and compared with the mountains on the mainland that stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth, Yang Xiao's divine thoughts are so huge, in just a moment, he swept the entire Immortal Island, and at the moment, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

In the middle of his immortal island, there is a mountain peak that pierces into the clouds, the top of the sky is full of clouds, piercing the sky, the peak is hidden in the sea of clouds, mountains and fog, there is no end in sight, halfway up the mountainside, several immortal palaces are located in a forest, golden and brilliant, refracting dazzling golden light in the sun, so dazzling.

And at this moment, on the square in front of the main hall. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was holding a Chiyan spear to compete with a tall man, and the swarthy man was extremely tall. It seems that he has already cultivated into a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and the young man is not weak. Fighting together, it's really not intense.

On the side, there were nearly 100 people standing onlookers, many of whom had a deep breath, and they were all Cunzài who had broken into the Taiyi realm, among them, more than a dozen people had cultivated into Taiyi Golden Immortals, and the foundation was so deep that they were not under Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and Xiaobailong.

Coupled with the aura around the fairy island. Scattered scattered thousands of Dao, the weakest also has the Heavenly Immortal Realm, Golden Immortals abound, I have to say that this force is so strong, even if it cannot be compared with the great forces such as Heavenly Court and Buddhism, it is really not weak.

The fierce fight in the field became more and more high, and finally, the boy was alert. Victorious, the Red Flame Divine Spear in his hand quickly circulated, picking away the mixed iron rod in the hand of the swarthy man.

"Good!" Many onlookers praised one after another, and the scene was quite lively for a while.

"Red Boy. You're messing around with black bears again. At this moment, a gentle voice came, and then I saw a peerless fairy dressed in a green palace costume slowly stepping over. The autumn water is the skin god and the jade is the bone, and the whole body is up and down. There is an indescribable beauty.

The Iron Fan Princess, is the Iron Fan Princess.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but be stunned. Then, he involuntarily stepped out and came to the front of the main hall, with a pair of eyes, with an inexplicable gaze, looking straight towards the princess of the iron fan.

Almost at the same time, as if sensing something, Princess Iron Fan also turned around, and a pair of beautiful eyes involuntarily fell on Yang Xiao's body.

Looking at the two of them, the four gazes were docked together, setting off inexplicable ripples, and slowly, swinging towards each other's hearts.

Five hundred years, five hundred years, in an instant, or eternal, it seems that they have been separated for too long, and they are no longer strangers to each other, but it is like getting along every day, meeting in an ordinary time.

"Father!" On the side, Yang Shengying couldn't help but shout in surprise, and then hurriedly ran over and threw himself into Yang Xiao's arms.

In five hundred years, Yang Shengying has only grown up a little bit, even if he has achieved Da Luo Jinxian, he is still a little teenager, and he has a fight with Nezha.

"Holy Baby!" Facing the Iron Fan Princess, he may not know how to deal with it, but in the face of his son, Yang Xiao only had extreme surprise in his heart, he touched Yang Shengying's head, and couldn't help but praise: "Good boy, in a short period of time, the cultivation has reached such a realm, it is really a great joy for the father." ”

Yang Shengying said: "It's still not as good as my father, even the saint is no longer my father's opponent, in the future, I must be like my father and become the strongest in the Three Realms!"

"Ambition!" Yang Xiao did not hesitate to encourage, but did not forget to remind him out loud: "However, this path is destined to be full of hardships and dangers, you must strengthen your Dao heart, even if you experience endless difficulties, you will never be eroded by external objects, so that you can have the opportunity to reach the peak realm of cultivation!"

When Yang Shengying heard this, he was immediately shocked in his heart, and he replied with emotion: "I remember." ”

Between the words of the two fathers and sons, the princess of the iron fan not far away finally came back to her senses gradually, and her face unconsciously revealed a strange look.

"You're back. One sentence is worth a thousand words, and all the qiē is precipitated in it, ringing in the ears and not in the bottom of my heart.

"I'm back. Yang Xiao looked at the princess of the iron fan in a daze, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned, at this moment, the two people who looked at each other seemed to be eternal.

And at this time, in the Holy Realm of the Western Buddhist Gate Lingshan, next to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Zhun Ti was sitting cross-legged, carrying the Great Dao Dharma Gate and recovering the injuries on his body.

Yang Xiao's sword qi is too strong, although he is a Heavenly Dao Saint, but after receiving a few swords from Yang Xiao, he will inevitably be too seriously injured, even if Hongjun Dao Ancestor attracts the power of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Spirit, and adds it to his saint body, it still can't be directly restored like a guide.

Helplessly, after returning to the holy land of Buddhism, he could only retreat and cultivate, recovering from his injuries, he vaguely felt that he had neglected something, and even Hongjun Dao Ancestor had not found out.

With one swallow and one inhalation, the endless heaven and earth vitality was constantly injected into his body, and the injury was being repaired quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, however, just before he knew it, a little wind spirit appeared in the depths of his body.

The god of Pangu opened the heavens and the earth, broke through the chaos, and generated the earth, water, wind and fire, which was the first four elements, the origin of heaven and earth, and the moment the wind spirit appeared, even if a huge suction force was born, suddenly, the saint mana in Zhun Ti's body was swallowed by the wind spirit at a terrifying speed.

"Not good!" Sensing the drastic changes in his body, Zhun Ti couldn't help but be taken aback, and at the moment, he hurriedly ran the Great Dao Xuan Gong, intending to stabilize his strength.

However, it's okay that he doesn't have to work, the moment the Xuan Gong is running, all of a sudden, the swallowing power of that little bit of wind volume will be amplified, and the sage Yuan Gong that is running up will be swallowed up, and there is already a sign of irrepressibility.

"Knock, knock, knock" swallowed the sage Yuan Gong, the wind spirit seemed to get enough nutrients, as time went by, the spirituality became stronger and stronger, and there was an inexplicable heartbeat sound inside, as if, a new life is constantly being conceived.

Heaven and earth are often extraordinary, if it was in the past, Zhun Ti would definitely be very interested in this wind spirit, but at this moment, this wind spirit is in his body, he is naturally not interested.

Yuan Gong couldn't stop passing, almost in the blink of an eye, it was already halfway through, Zhun Ti sighed in his heart, and suddenly shouted that it was not good, if he let this wind spirit be conceived in his body, for himself, I am afraid that it will be an unimaginable disaster. Moreover, this wind spirit is conceived, devouring his own Yuan Gong, and the speed is so fast, if it continues, I am afraid that before the wind spirit is conceived, he will be sucked dry first.

"Damn, this must be the back hand left by Qianyang's guy, I must find a way to get out of the body!"

Knowing the current situation very well, Zhun Ti quickly calculated his next move, and even made a decision at the first time to abandon this saint body, but as soon as he made a move, he was surprised to find that the suction emitted by the wind spirit was too strong, so that he could not escape.

"No-" A sad howl, the rapidly rising wind spirit, the surging power, suddenly exploded, completely exploded, and the terrifying power torrent was derived, rolling up the powerful power of destroying the surrounding qiē, quickly engulfing all the surrounding qiē completely, turning into nothingness.

In the autumn of that year, the heavens and the earth moved, the sky rained blood, sprinkled all over the Three Realms, and the saint fell! (To be continued......