At the door of the stone room, Lan Shuang'er's beautiful face turned pale, and the medicine bowl in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. The medicine soup and broken porcelain pieces were all over the floor, messy and messy, just like her heart.
Lan Shuang'er stood in front of the door, tears streaking down her haggard cheeks. A few months ago, the scene of Zhuo Yifan taking her through the trial forest seemed to still be vivid in her mind. She didn't even know, she didn't know what was going on.
At some point, the young man's handsome face, fearless in the face of danger, and his always tall and resolute figure captured her heart.
It is such a being who will never fail and will always be the strongest in her heart. Now... he can't live for seven days. It is really unacceptable.
Is this what mourning feels like?
At this moment, Lan Shuang'er felt out of his mind and the world was about to collapse. He leaned against the stone wall and collapsed completely.
"How could this happen...you are lying..."
In the stone room, Le Shi burst into tears, and the tears couldn't stop falling, like a child who had been robbed of candy. Zhou Muqiu was also moved by the emotion, and she shed tears.
It is hard to imagine that these two men, who have never shed tears when facing life and death situations countless times, are crying so sadly at this moment.
While crying, the young man in white fur gradually woke up, his face was haggard and extremely tired. He used the seven-star life-extending technique to forcefully bring back his soul, which was equivalent to practicing a method of changing his life against the will of heaven, which was very draining on him.
"How is it?" Lin Hai stood up. For seven days and seven nights, he waited at the edge of the bed, never getting together.
The young man in white fur looked at the seven-star mark on the young man's forehead and shook his head. Although this seven-star life-extending technique can deceive heaven and bring the dead back to life, it is only temporary. It will soon be noticed by the power of heaven. Wait for the seven-star
The mark disappears. This boy will truly die.
"...He spontaneously ignited his essence and blood. He was also cursed by the Nine Netherworld Dragon. He has no choice but to die. Seven days is already the limit." The young man in white fur sighed.
"Is there... no other way?" Lin Hai frowned, his voice trembling.
"Unless we can find the blood of the Nine Nether Heavenly Dragons, there is... no other way!" The young man with white fur said firmly, completely ending everyone's hopes and thoughts.
Lin Hai's eyes were deep and his face was a little gloomy. He didn't know what he was thinking about.
"You are playing with fire," the young man with white fur saw through his thoughts at a glance: "The ancient dragon world is always more dangerous than you think!"
Lin Haidao: "I know it's very dangerous, but this is the only hope. Just go in there and find the dragon tomb!"
"That's easy to say, but you should know the danger better than I do." The young man in white fur continued to dissuade me.
"No matter what, I have to give it a try! My eldest brother once warned me not to block the way. I can make my own decisions on other matters!" Lin Hai looked determined.
"What if I can't find it?"
"Then start from Jiulong Mountain! Destroy the ancient forces that have humiliated the Zhuo family one by one! I want countless people to be buried with them!" Lin Hai said anxiously.
The young man with white fur was startled. This was the first time he saw this man looking so angry.
"That's all! I'll go with you! Call the old man by the way!" The young man gritted his teeth and said, "It's too dangerous for you to go alone!"
"Uncle Lin, Uncle Bai... you don't need to do this for me."
At this time, a weak voice came, interrupting the conversation between the two. The young man turned his head and said weakly: "Uncle Bai, thank you. Seven days is enough to fulfill many of my unfulfilled wishes.
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"Fan'er, believe me. I'll come back as soon as possible. I'll definitely make you feel better!" Lin Hai squeezed his hand tightly.
Zhuo Yifan was moved and tried not to shed tears, saying: "Uncle Lin... On the road of spiritual practice, life, old age, illness and death are doomed. Fan'er has long been prepared to bear everything. Now, Fan'er just wants to live quietly. These last seven days..."
He looked at the two of them and said, "Uncle Lin, please send me to the area... I want to make a final settlement."
"Yifan! Let's go with you!" Le Shi took his hand reluctantly.
"No." Zhuo Yifan shook his head: "The human realm has not stabilized yet. You must stay here, become the elders of Shura Sect, and help Brother Li manage it..."
"Okay! I'm here with Mu Mu, waiting for you to come back!" Le Shi shed tears and couldn't help nodding. According to his surname, he would definitely object, but with Zhuo Yifan's current state, he really couldn't bear to refuse.
"One day, you must become a strong person in your own right."
Looking at the two of them, Zhuo Yifan smiled and said: "Don't worry... I will definitely come back!"
"Definitely!" Even though they knew it was a white lie, Shitou and Mu still laughed brightly.
Zhuo Yifan told them some more things and handed over the treasures he got from the auction house to the two of them one by one. He spent another half day writing down the inner method of "The Way of the Five Emperors and Demon Emperors".
After doing all this, he and his two uncles stepped into the territory without any worries.
Except for rocks and wood, he didn't say goodbye to anyone, not wanting more people to be involved in sadness.
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Soon, the two realms of man and earth were boiling again. Many people received the news that the most famous young man in modern times, the fiercest one, had died...
The world was shaken, and countless people lamented and felt sorry for him.
"This is the first young man to step into the realm of the saints in recent times. It's such a pity to die like this!"
"After a battle with the divine body, he encountered obstacles from the inheritors of the Taoist tradition. In the end, in order to preserve the human realm, he spontaneously ignited his essence and blood to resolve the disaster of annihilation. What magnanimity! How powerful!"
"He is the number one young man in recent times! Whether in Blood Prison or in this world, he will always be a legend!"
The whole world was talking about it, and the happiest people among them were naturally none other than the Three Sects. At first, they had doubts, but after sending someone to confirm, their doubts were completely dispelled.
"The vicious man is actually not that cruel. Back then, his father fought his way into the temple to seize the divine treasure, but was coveted by others and was hanged by various forces regardless of morality. He lost his father when he was young and had no one to guide him. It took a lot of effort to get the qualification to enter the Blood Prison, and on my own, I got here step by step. I wonder who in this world can have the courage he has?"
Many people who inquired about Zhuo Yifan's life experience lamented the unfortunate fate of this young man. Who could have imagined that such a talented and beautiful young man would have such a bumpy and desolate spiritual path behind him.
It is said that poor people must be hateful, but the situation with fierce talents is exactly the opposite.
"What a hateful person, but also pitiable..."
In the human realm, countless monks lamented. Some of these monks were from the older generation, and more of them were monks who entered the Blood Hell in the same batch as Zhuo Yifan.
On this day, the Imperial Capital of the Human Realm was lit up with white lanterns and raised white flags to pay homage to this ancient supreme young man!
A golden tombstone appeared, more than twenty meters high, standing next to the Blood Tower.
There is a word written on it...
The Emperor of the Human Realm, Zhuo Yifan’s Tomb...)