The world in the eyes of people in the Star Palace is different from that in ordinary people.

The same flower, in the eyes of ordinary people, has bright colors and fragrant smells, but in the eyes of the disciples of Xinggong, they see the fragility of life and the lonely appearance when it is withered.

In order not to make yourself sad and to let your heart of Tao be covered with dust, there is an unruly custom in the Star Palace, which is maintained by all disciples who are teachers.

Disciples of Xing Palace should not be close to outsiders.

This is a rule without reason. Although it has never been listed among the rules of Xinggong Gate, the people of Xinggong Gate will spontaneously abide by it and will also choose to maintain the existence of this rule.

They are like observers who stand outside the long river of destiny, watching some past, present, and future things happen in front of their eyes, but they will not choose to change them.

If relatives and friends have disasters, Xinggong will give some advice, but will not help yourself.

Because the result of help often develops in a worse direction, with few perfect endings.

There are always exceptions in everything!

Some disciples of the Star Palace couldn't bear to watch the disaster happen in front of them and went to rescue them, hoping to help others get through the disaster, but the disaster suddenly came when everyone was not prepared.

The ending is often the result of those disciples of Xinggong who came out of the mountain who suffered losses and caused greater disasters.

This is fate!

Destiny cannot be disobeyed. If you intervene, you must be prepared to be crushed by fate.

As for Shen Bing...

Looking at the young junior sister who was as cold as an ice lotus in front of her, and her senior brother who looked like a naughty boy, sighed and said, "Little junior sister, I have done what you want to do for you. Now I can get out of here, which is also a matter of retreating when the merits are complete. After returning, the master and the master will withstand the pressure for you. Ziweiheng's punishment... I have been on duty in front of Heng Palace for a hundred years and will pass soon..."

century?

In a century, with the talent of a junior sister, she should be able to overcome tribulation and become an immortal.

By then, with the seal of the Qingling Immortal Realm, it will not be so easy to go down to the world.

Thinking about the master's arrangement for the junior sister, the naughty senior brother shook his head.

As for what mess the reincarnated sword spirit would make, it made the young junior sister confused. He, the senior brother, really doesn't care.

No matter how troubles there are in the world, you can't find the star palace with the Ziwei Star Chart suppressing luck.

But... it really doesn't matter?

......

......

Before the retreat, the Netherworld Sea.

On the throne of skeletons, a pair of dark eyes slowly opened, and the sea of ​​underworld in front of them was still silent, and the endless skeleton trends were trembling under his majesty.

"How long has it been... again?"

After moving his somewhat stiff bones, the ghost looked around, looking for the reason why he woke up from his sleep.

No.

Nothing!

The deadly quiet sea of ​​underworld has not changed in the slightest since his garrison.

“Born.

Huangdi Xuanyuan, Gu is very boring, very boring. Gu doesn’t want to live such a life. If you don’t send someone to replace Gu, don’t blame Gu… I don’t blame me for finding a replacement myself.”

As soon as the words fell, the darkness in the ghost's eyes began to spread, and soon, a shadow appeared in front of him.

"Go, go and bring the words of the orphan to Huangdi."

The shadow leaned over and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a little light lit up from the end of the Nether Sea and was caught by the ghost.

"etc."

Close your eyes and feel the information contained in this spiritual light, the ghost said softly: "Remember to find a monk named Lu Dongxuan for me and tell him that I will be sure of his request."

Let's talk, the ghost stretched out a hand and waved it to the sky.

The next second, endless dead energy condensed from the air, turning into a mountain-like ghost claw, and swept towards the endless clouds above the head.

Just as the ghost claws intersected with the clouds, in the dark, there seemed to be a roar of gods and Buddhas. In this dark sea, infinite thunder roared, as if questioning the ghost.

Below, the Netherworld Sea began to boil, and countless pale bone claws stretched upwards, trying to get rid of the constraints of the Netherworld Sea on them.

And for all this, the ghost waved his hand again in annoyance.

boom!!!

All abnormalities disappeared, except for the cloud cave that was broken by the ghost claw, the Nether Sea did not seem to have made any changes.

Everything just happened just a flash in the pan.

And the starter of all this, the ghost, was once again relying on his skeleton throne.

"Go..."

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Real world.

Top of Tianshan Mountain.

After returning here again, Ye Fan dragged his tired body to the core of this mountain range.

Just ahead, there is a coffin.

Carved dragon black coffin.

Nine black dragons on top.

If there is no accident...

Step by step to the black coffin, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and gently opened the lid of the coffin.

Inside, a corpse that looked exactly like him was lying quietly in the coffin.

Warm jade is used as a pillow and green copper is used as a mattress. The people inside are rosy in their faces, which looks no different from those in their lifetime.

Or...he is a living person?

"You're back."

A whisper broke the silence of this piece. In the black coffin of the carved dragon, a pair of eyes slowly opened: "How long has the time passed?"

It’s Ye Fan’s own voice!!!

What's going on!

Since there is a Ye Fan standing outside, who is the person buried in the black coffin???

"You don't need to know." Ye Fan outside the coffin responded tiredly.

"That's how it is."

Ye Fan in the coffin nodded, moved his somewhat stiff body for a moment, and sat up from the coffin.

"Are you ready to open this time?" he asked.

“I need strength.”

"Well, you need it, I need it too." As if he agreed with Ye Fan's words outside the coffin, after nodding, Ye Fan in the black coffin stretched out a hand to him:

"Come on, my deity, as long as you need it, my power will be yours at any time.

Come on, accept everything from me, and then, with my resentment and everything from me, ask those who are hiding behind and watching everything happen, and ask them why they should bring this disaster to us."

A pale hand was placed on it by the other hand.

In the black coffin, a gentle smile appeared on Ye Fan's face, and his figure gradually faded and turned into a force from the origin that poured into Ye Fan's standing.

"You have to remember, remember, remember..."

"I will remember."

After relaxing his hand, Ye Fan looked at the other self who disappeared in front of him, and a gloomy anger appeared in his eyes:

"Don't worry, I will return everything we have lost and everything we have endured to those people intact!!!"
Chapter completed!