The scorching sun has passed, the red sun is rising, and the sunset is setting on the horizon.

Life is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk.

Confused and helpless, he fell into the sky, like a drowning man in the vast sea, struggling desperately, but no matter how he resisted, he would only be pulled deeper into the bottom of the sea.

He had in his mind the smiles of his parents, the smiles of everyone in the village, the moments of joy of the fat, the short, the poles.

The last young girl came out of her mind, a well-behaved and sweet bonus, from childhood to adulthood and his every moment of the picture.

Luo Tian smiled happily, this is the beauty he has, the light he guards!

But in the next second, the blue phantom butterfly crossed in front of him, fanning its wings, and the picture was stirred, shattered, and disappeared!

"No!!" Luo Tian suddenly roared, his expression was angry, and he reached out and grabbed it, wanting to crush the phantom butterfly.

But the phantom butterfly is his own spiritual root, composed of aura, how can there be an entity, the falling sky seems to forget, with teeth and claws, without the slightest calmness before.

He knew better than anyone what the low-level spiritual root, and what the low-level of the low-level of the low-level represented, the gap with others, the lack of aura, the low power, and the poor potential.

The book clearly records the person who has the phantom butterfly spiritual root, a few words, peasant, handyman, mixed eating and waiting for death.

It gave him hope and despair, and now that he thinks about it, he would rather not.

With a lot of enthusiasm and ambition, he went eastward.

The people around him looked at him, with pity in their eyes, and sympathy for the same disease.

But it's more disdain and schadenfreude, that's human nature, I'm not good, so I don't want you to be good!

But they didn't dare to say anything, the three fat men surrounded the fierce appearance of the falling sky, and no one wanted to touch the mold.

Hua Bonus is still silently by Luotian's side, no matter how crazy he is, he still cries on to it and refuses to let go.

Because she knew that what Luotian needed most at this time was not comforting words, but silent companionship.

What you can't accept, accept it slowly, what you can't calm down, calm down slowly, when the facts have been presented, no matter how unbearable and miserable, you can only accept it silently, this is life.

Luotian was in a very bad state, lowered his head, confused, and kept chanting: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...... I don't know who I'm talking about.

Soon Fan Xianfeng's patience was worn out, looking at the falling sky that was paralyzed on the ground, angry for no reason, getting more and more angry, standing up suddenly, sweeping his sleeves back, and scolding angrily: "Waste dim sum, just a garbage like you still cultivate immortals?

Everyone was stunned, no one expected that the strongest person would make a sound, and the eyes of the people around him looked at the falling sky like a dead person.

After hearing this, the fat man and Hua Hong's faces were solemn, and they were about to retort, but they were stopped by the pole and the short man's quick hand, and they shook their heads gently, signaling not to.

No one can imagine the result after talking back.

In the face of life and death, people will always consider whether things are worth it or not, and the will to survive turns impulsiveness into reason.

At this moment, brotherhood seems so pale and powerless.

This makes the fat man angry, blushing and thick-necked, turning his head aside, sulking, and angry with his own and theirs.

The bonus hesitated for a moment, and was no longer obsessed, just silently accompanied.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xianfeng also gave up the falling sky, not expecting to see anything interesting again.

Then he waved his arm upward, and a golden light rose to the sky, and he shouted: "Chongyang Mountain Range, Chongyang Land, today is the 1111th Butterfly Killing Sect's Disciple Acceptance Ceremony, Heaven and Earth are unkind, life and death do not matter!

I saw that in mid-air, the golden light exploded in an instant, scattering like fireworks.

As it spreads, half of the 100,000 reborns are included in it.

It's like the fisherman who cast his net, but it's a golden wire.

From a distance, it looks like a large birdcage, half-clasped on the ground, shining on everyone's heads.

Everyone was firmly attracted by such a scene, this was the power of a true immortal cultivator, and they imagined that they could do the same in the future.

Except for one person, it was the falling sky, and his blurred gaze saw not golden light, but thick blackness.

The sense of crisis made him stand upside down, but he had no ambition in his heart, even if there was danger, it didn't matter.

At the same time, Luoxing Village, thousands of miles away, is still peaceful and quiet, and the village chief sits on the stone steps as usual to tell stories to the children.

Somehow, the village chief suddenly looked stunned, looked in the direction of the Chongyang Mountain Range, and muttered, "Didn't come out......? Let me do the math!"

One hand held the cigarette, took two sips, and the other pinched his fingers, and his expression returned to calmness.

"Grandpa the village chief, are you done with the story?" asked the child next to him, puzzled.

The village chief glanced around meaningfully, and suddenly laughed, and said, "The story is still long, and some people don't want to end it so early, this story will be very exciting!"

The boy was fascinated by this, and replied innocently: "I don't want to, we don't want to, the village chief and grandfather should talk quickly!"

"Hahaha! Okay! Here we go!" the village chief who listened was Naoraku.

So a group of children gathered around an old man and continued to tell the story.

The picture returns to the butterfly dance net in the Chongyang Mountain Range, Fan Fengfeng looked at the people below, smiled evilly, and floated in place.

said to everyone: "My favorite part has arrived, and it is also the most exciting and bloody scene, listen to those present, I will only talk about the rules of the game once!"

The sound reached everyone's ears clearly, and the setting sky had to be heard.

Fan Feng paused and continued: "In this net, it is the place where you live, the place is very large, and you can run around, because there are all kinds of weapons, pills, talismans, armor, etc., all of which are yours. ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and even the falling sky moved their shoulders, but they were still delirious.

"Hahaha, after a quarter of an hour, the net will shrink until it is the smallest, and only when there are five people left, the net will stop!Oh! By the way, a kind reminder, don't try to escape, it will be miserable! So try to live, stimulate your potential, and become the last five, hahaha!" Fan worshipped's voice became louder and louder, shaking through the valley, to express the excitement in his heart.

As soon as these words came out, there were stormy waves below, and this was simply forced to die! What kind of immortal cultivation! I don't cultivate immortals anymore! I want to go home, I want to find my mother!

A large part began to cry and curse, and the whole basin was noisy, and the birds took off.

Only a few people who are confident in their own strength can still maintain their composure, regardless of their trembling arms, betraying their restless hearts.

Hua Hong, who has been with Luotian all the time, grabbed Luotian's arm tightly, with a sad expression, scared and very scared, but more concerned about her Luotian brother.

However, the doubts in my heart never disappeared, but I cared more about it, is that picture, seen through the eyes of the black shadow, real?!

The fat man is quite calm, his expression is serious, everything is based on the falling sky, and it is fine if the main backbone is there.

But this dwarf was timid and afraid, shook his head, cried, and the pole hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, but he also cried and mourned, and he panicked for a while.

As for the falling sky, it looks decadent regardless of it, and there is no longer the spirit of the past.

He already knew that there would be killing, what was the cultivation of immortals, how could it be so far from what he imagined, he didn't understand.

Complaints, chanting in unison, resentment of life and death, angry Fan worships the brain.

Every time I recruit disciples, I am like this, and I have to give up on some words!

"Shut up!" Fan exclaimed, and the coercion was instantly released, intimidating all the noisy people.