The black night swallows up the dusk clouds, leaving a black and blue scene in the sky. Under the ink-splashed sky, when the autumn wind blows, there are waves of sighing sounds on this vast plain, and the grass blades are swept away.
Mixed together, complex and falling, they seem to be crying in a low voice, making people feel an unpredictable desolation in their hearts.
The remaining wind blows the yellow leaves, and the life is desolate...
At that moment, Li Xuan's entire body was lying on the ground, like a curled up prawn, trembling non-stop. The back of his hand had already been completely broken due to constant hammering on the ground.
But at this moment, Li Xuan still didn't feel any pain. The emotions in his heart overwhelmed everything. For a moment, he was choked and unable to speak.
From now on, I will never see my master's back, which seems to hold up the sky, and I will never hear his caring advice.
At the end of Yin and Yang, heaven and man are separated forever.
But towards his master Fang Taiyi, Li Xuan knew that he owed a lot.
In my previous life, I embarked on the path of cultivation and became famous for my divine grace. Every step I took and every difficulty I encountered during my cultivation were accompanied by Master's sincere teachings and careful companionship.
In fact, it was the Hetu Luoshu given to Li Xuan by Fang Taiyi that gave him a second chance to be reborn after Tiansuya's self-destruction.
Da Xiang woke up and returned to the human world. In the desert of South Vietnam, he was at a loss. It was the majestic figure in a black and yellow robe who turned the world around and pulled his hometown, which was about to lose its vitality, back from the Nine Netherworld Mansion.
In order to worry about the obstacles in his cultivation path in this life, he spent a lot of effort to bury the hidden secret of the weapon spirit, and at the same time gave him the simple demon clan token.
After two lifetimes of experience, Li Xuan seemed to have adapted to Fang Taiyi's meticulous care from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, after Li Xuan killed Emperor Wen Li Wen and finally broke out of Daxiang, as his cultivation continued to become stronger, he encountered the invincible ancestor of the Jiang family Fengyun due to divine grace. At that time of extreme despair
At the juncture, it was his master Fang Taiyi who came across the realm after hearing this and killed the two Fengyun Patriarchs in the Immortal Realm high in the sky!
In front of the Gu Yue Secret Realm, there was only one Thousand Threads of No Regrets flower in the Mihuang Realm, and it was taken out by Fang Taiyi calmly. The purpose was just to let himself get a ray of red light given by the Demon Lord Fusang.
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In Li Xuan's eyes, Master Fang Taiyi will always be that majestic and eternal existence that rules the world's cultivators and is at the forefront of everyone.
But who could have expected that time flies, so many things happen, and the autumn moon, autumn wind, and rain will last forever.
The wind was howling, Li Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, tears were falling, and a dark stain spread on the ground. His heart felt like it had been twisted into twists, and he couldn't even say a word.
Once a teacher, always a father...
However, Li Xuan not only failed to understand these kindnesses in his heart, but also fell into Mo Yuanran's provocation plan and handed over the weapon spirit that trusted him so much.
You must know that the so-called Hetu Luoshu Artifact Spirit is the soul of his master’s only son!
To this day, in order to create a chance for Li Xuan and the others to escape, God King Fang Taiyi detonated all his souls at the last moment of his life and died calmly...
"My good disciple, you have to walk your own path in the future..."
Li Xuan's mind was buzzing, and he suddenly felt an extreme sadness brewing in his heart without any limit.
The autumn wind has gone bleakly, but the green hair has not crossed. The soul wanders thousands of miles away, thinking thousands of times...
It is impossible for a person as powerful as Fang Taiyi not to be aware of the changes that have taken place in the weapon spirit. The first time they met, Li Xuan read a deep sadness in his master's eyes.
pain.
It was a kind of helplessness and bitterness of being betrayed by one's beloved disciple...
But Fang Tai didn't say a word to blame Li Xuan until her soul died. All she had was her endless concern and worry...
Feeling his master's mood at that time, this strong feeling of grief almost made Li Xuan suffocate.
The moment when God King Fang Taiyi died to cover everyone's retreat, Li Xuan suddenly recalled that King Xiang Li Zhu who fought against thousands of troops in front of the sky. He just scratched himself lightly and was beheaded by the South Vietnamese soldiers.
Beheaded...
And why are the feelings at that time and the feelings now so similar?!
Faced with the heavy siege of Kunlong, the Eighth Prince of the God Clan, and cultivators from outside the realm, he could only watch others charge and fight, and he could only watch his master's body being destroyed, but there was nothing he could do!
Even if there are magical elixirs and magical medicines given by the Demon Emperor, what effect will they have?!
Even if they can resurrect human flesh and white bones and change the potential of cultivators, what effect do they have?
At that moment, Li Xuan felt so aggrieved that he almost went crazy. He couldn't help but raise his head and roared to the sky:
Even if I continue to practice after rebirth, so what?
Not only can’t he save his beloved, but he can’t even retain a trace of his master’s soul!
What if I can enter the realm of eternal life in the future?
Even if I can cross the Mihuang Realm in the future and conquer the gods outside the realm, so what?
Even if I can stand at the pinnacle of cultivators in the world in the future, so what?!
King Xiang Li Zhu, King of God Fang Taiyi, they are all dead!
Li Xuan's heart was roaring, roaring, and wailing...
It seems that the sky is vast and the whole world is roaring, but I am the only one left...
Li Xuan's hair was flying, and he stood up straight, his body shaking violently like a fallen leaf:
Guilt, grief, remorse, self-blame, sadness...all kinds of emotions are intertwined together, roaring to the sky, and tears rolling down.
Life and death come several autumns, and there are tears that flow through the spring...
The sky turned completely dark, and the autumn wind blew harder, causing Li Xuan and the three of them to feel a trembling chill in their hearts.
There was only a blank look in her eyes as cold as autumn water. She turned her head, as if she wanted to say something to Li Xuan. Her red lips wriggled a few times, but she still sighed quietly and stopped talking.
live.
After a while, Yang Donghao patted Li Xuan's shoulder with a complicated look and said softly:
"People cannot be resurrected after death. God King Fang Taiyi has a close friendship with us. Please forgive me..."
After hearing this, Li Xuan felt that the emotions in his chest were filled to the extreme. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound, and laughed hoarsely. As if he did not hear Yang Donghao's words at all, he asked in a deep voice:
"I dare to ask my senior...if a cultivator's soul is shattered, is there any possibility of recovery?"
After hearing this, Han Ruo felt that her nasal cavity was blocked and her heart was filled with confusion. She patted Li Xuan's shoulder heavily and shook her head slowly.
Li Xuan felt heartbroken for a moment, coughed out another mouthful of blood, and said with a sad smile:
"Indeed, what can I do with my cultivation that can barely reach the realm of divine martial arts... These problems are beyond the reincarnation of life and death, so they are beyond the reach of human power."
Looking at Li Xuan's helpless face, Yang Donghao frowned, a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes, as if he had remembered something, and reminded him in a deep voice:
"Li Xuan, the rules of the Six Paths are the foundation of the Three Thousand Worlds. Although the soul of the God King Fang Taiyi has dispersed into heaven and earth and turned into nothingness, when you reach an extreme height one day, you may not be gone.
In order to converge the soul and bring it back to life..."
After he finished speaking, Han Ruo looked at Yang Donghao with a sad face and slowly shook his head.
After all, for Li Xuan, with his current cultivation level, it will take at least three hundred years to cultivate to the realm of immortality. When he can really cultivate to the point where he can bully the heavens, who knows?
How long it takes!
There has always been no shortage of geniuses in the world of cultivation, but those like Sanqing Tianzun and the others were unable to cross the threshold of the immortal realm until their physical bodies perished.
Recalling the desolate god Kun Yun who came out earlier, it was obvious that there was a higher mountain peak standing above the Immortal Realm.
Han Ruo's eyes seemed to be complaining. She was worried that Yang Donghao's words would make Li Xuan even more frustrated...
"Condensing the soul?" Li Xuan realized with horror, and tried his best to restore his calm state of mind, but the Demon Emperor's arrogant words echoed in his mind again:
"Have you ever thought that one day, you will destroy the six paths of reincarnation, break the order, and reopen a prehistoric world, and no longer become someone else's cake?"
Li Xuan couldn't help but be shocked!
Open up the ancient wilderness, conquer the six paths, and establish new rules and order!
This sentence sounds easy, but even a super mythical figure as powerful as the Demon Emperor who conquered the Three Thousand Worlds can't do it, and can I really do it?
Although this possibility is slim, at least it ignites a sincere hope in Li Xuan's heart, a strong hope that he can save his master's life.
If he can really destroy the so-called Six Paths Rules, is it possible for King Xiang Li Zhu to be resurrected?
As soon as he thought of this, Li Xuan's eyes could not help but light up, with hot fire dancing in them, and his whole breath became much calmer.
Yang Donghao saw that Li Xuan calmed down, his eyes moved again and again, and he sighed:
"The current situation is still not optimistic. Although the three of us escaped by chance, Yun Mo Shang and Ling Wei must have been captured by aliens from outside the territory."
After speaking normally, Yang Donghao suddenly paused and said word for word:
"I have a very real feeling that Kunlong, the eighth prince of the God Clan, is probably not dead... Although he cut himself off with a knife to cultivate, he is still a genuine immortal cultivator!"
Han Ruo's delicate body trembled, and she suddenly raised her head, feeling a chill in her heart out of thin air.
In the battle at Wuhou Plain, the three ancestors of the Ye family who had exhausted their energy and energy were still able to withstand all the offensives of the Ye Lan Dynasty calmly, and the eighth prince of the divine race, who had not exhausted his energy and blood, had great potential.
Might survive...
There is a natural chasm between the Immortal Realm and the Eternal Life Realm.
After all, as long as they enter immortality, cultivators in the Mihuang Realm can break through the realm and soar away, heading for a wider foreign civilization.
Infinite quantitative changes are stacked together, and the qualitative changes caused are undoubtedly the most amazing...
Li Xuan laughed, his voice somewhat unnatural, and said:
"According to the information previously learned from Ye Xianglun, there are still more than thirty people in the immortal realm who abandoned the Kunsi group who were killed by the two seniors...plus one immortal realm
Kunlong is only afraid of us..."
Li Xuan sighed sadly and said calmly:
"But with my poor cultivation, I am no more than a burden... How can I save Yun Mo Shang..."