Leisurely cultivating life

This Tao is just the name of his innate supernatural powers in the past for a thought in his previous life, but now, it has the possibility of coming true.

No, it's a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, the figure that walked out of the cloud above his head was submerged into the figure projected by 'Final Yan'. The two seemed to be born from the same source, and there was no slightest disturbance at all.

"Is this going to kill me?!" Zhou Fan gritted his teeth.

If everything that happened to him happened to someone else, he might have been ecstatic and unable to control himself.

But at the moment of the change produced by 'one qi transforming into three cleans', at the moment when the figure walking out of the cloud merged with the figure projected by 'Final Yan', Zhou Fan understood somewhat.

Perhaps, all of this has to be doomed since he first stepped on the road of cultivation in the past, when he practiced the technique of the "Nine Turns of Pure Yuan" in Qingyu Mountain.

What happened to him in the end after he successfully practiced "Nine Turns of Pure Yuan" and forged the Dao Foundation.

"Did you notice me back then?"

At this moment, Zhou Fan remembered the gentle voice in his mind, "Hehe, it's not yet time, go to repair, go to repair!" '.

"Lingbao and Zhuxian are really a perfect match!"

With a chuckle, Zhou Fan shook his head, and with a flash of his figure, he also directly submerged in that 'figure', completing the unfinished business.

"Om~~"

The existence that has always been obscured by a hazy round of the supreme avenue of light, opened its eyes slightly at this moment.

Stretching out his hand and pointing, the infinite four-color final radiance hangs down from Qingyun above his head.

Finality, destruction, finality, etc., which symbolize the finality of the Dao, the death of all phenomena, the annihilation of time and space, and the disappearance of variables, are as blurred as light rain in Qingyun, and as changeable as dark clouds and chaos. , exuding an infinitely vast and lofty stalwart aura.

Above the Qingyun, there is an aura of finality rushing like waves, enveloping everything, covering everything, and there is infinite power flowing from the past to the future, and from the future to the past, locking everything in an instant !

"Like this, it's neither life nor death. Even if you live forever, it's just living!"

"Still alive?! Arrogant!!"

Within the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, a maddened sound resounded from the tattered coffin.

"Bang~~"

A gray light rushed out from the coffin, and entered the figure whose whole body was as black as ink, with only his eyes exposed.

A kind of implication of great terror, great destruction, great perdition, and great madness is full.

A strange power that is different from any rules of the Dao in the universe, presented in Zhou Fan's perception.

"Ridiculous!"

Zhou Fan's gaze seemed to extend to the infinitely distant time and space at this moment, and he saw a vaguely dark portal.

Just a little more, and in an instant above the Qingyun, there is an infinite avenue of precious light surging.

Four brilliant swords with different colors, which seem to be imaginary and imitate real, fell heavily from nothingness, and stood on Qingyun!

The sharp sword energy of red, blue, black and white cuts time, shatters cause and effect, and destroys infinitely. It locks all kinds of time and space together, so that no variables will be born!

"No, no! In the end, everything that is tangible and qualitative, tangible and intangible, intangible and intangible, and intangible and intangible will eventually be annihilated. It's not like you at all..."

At this moment, the pitch-black figure made a frenzied sound, as if thinking of something terrifying and terrifying, his voice trembled.

"You actually occupied..."

It's a pity that he didn't finish the last sentence after all.

Chapter 546 The Unpardonable 'Sin' (1/2)

Hearing this, a little boy's eyes lit up, his blood boiled, he clenched his hands, and said firmly, "When I grow up, I want to become such a practitioner."

The old man swallowed a mouthful of wine, looked at the little boy, raised his finger and shook it, and said, "Your parents don't care? And that girl from Yucheng's family, your parents have even delivered the betrothal gift, just waiting Your kid will marry a new wife in a few years and pass on the family line to them. Be honest with me, don't let me think about all this!"

As he said that, the old man finally raised his hand and gave the little boy a thud on the head, a slight sadness appeared in his pupils.

Back then, he was just like this little boy, full of endless longing in his heart, dreaming that one day he would become an existence like that legend.

For this reason, he ran away from home, abandoned his fiancée who was about to get married, abandoned his parents who raised him, and embarked on the road of seeking immortals and asking questions alone.

It's a pity that the statement of 'no immortal roots' completely cut off his path of cultivation.

He had struggled before, thinking that man would conquer the sky, especially after hearing that in a distant region, a person like him who had no immortal roots in his body became the master of the Dao of the Sword through the ages. , He was like a drowning man, tightly grasping a life-saving straw.

Regardless of whether it can save lives or not, at least, there is a precedent here, and there is a reason why it is not.

In the end, he returned to the village disheartened.

His parents died, his fiancée had already had children and grandchildren, and his relatives and friends in the past were also lukewarm to him. This was the result of his impulsiveness back then.

The ups and downs of life, only the word 'bitter', is entangled with him.

You think you can do it, and you can do what others can do, or even do better than others, but all this may be your illusion.

Everyone has their own destiny, which is ordained by God.

Somewhere, perhaps there is an invisible force that has already arranged everything.

Everyone has their own destiny.

Perhaps his destiny is here to tell stories to this group of children.

"Come on, take it all, everyone has a share, thank you little guys for coming to accompany me, a bad old man."

The old man took out a square wooden carved box from under the table, put it on the table, smiled at a group of curious children, and reached out to touch the center of the box.

"click~ka~"

A miraculous scene appeared, the box seemed to be endowed with a soul, and it moved by itself, with a slight ripple on the surface, and the side facing the children slid to the two sides, revealing a statue inside - the statue.

One inch in size, the sculpture is a lifelike young man in plain white clothes.

Looking at these statues full of nostalgia, the old man waved and gave statues to every child.

"Okay, let's stop here today, and go back quickly!"

It seemed that because the statue was sent away, the old man lost the mood to continue talking for a while, so he waved his hand to tell the children to go back first.

The faces of all the children who were still happy because they received the gift froze. The oldest boy rolled his eyes and rushed forward, rubbing the old man's shoulders and tapping his back with a smile.