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In his previous life, the young man, who was nearly forty years old, gently stroked the Chengying Fairy Sword with his fingers, and was as slid as autumn water, but a hint of redness appeared in his eyes.

I think that in the past life, the lonely ghosts in the first twenty years were like the desolate weeds that grew up in the wilderness, and they fled themselves.

At that time, Chu Fan never knew that he could live to that day, and never thought about what fear of death was. He just knew that being able to fill one day was a great pleasure. When he was hungry one day, he would have no energy and wanted to sleep. It was also a very happy thing to sleep. It was just that the colic in the five internal organs before going to bed was really uncomfortable.

Later, he was thrown into the imperial army and had a wide-backed sword in his hand. At that time, the imperial king was ambitious and was determined to expand his territory and build a country! ‘Famousness but fame is won immediately’. What an inspiring sentence that made the weak figure see hope and made Chu Fan think whether he could also cut out a world.

Chu Fan didn’t know who his parents were, and where his relatives were, it was just a thought in his heart. He would look at his big hands at the entrance of the street. Chu Fan thought that when he made a fortune in the future, there would be what a literati and poet said, “When I look back, the person will be in the dim light”!

Is there a Yiren waiting in front of me? Chu Fan thought that way, and whenever he went on the field to kill the enemy, his eyes were red. He thought that he must survive and that his hands could hold a pair of small hands when he grew up. There was Yiren beside him smiling gently, and it was a very happy thing to think about it.

But it was from that time that he had made merit, fame, world, and thousands of rivals, never feared, never feared, never feared death, all like old friends, one by one, one by one, away from his old brothers.

He was afraid that enemies would come to him one by one, that the people around him would leave him one by one, and that he could not imagine what kind of tragic revenge he would suffer once he had let go of the world, and that young and cute little hands.

But the fear that never happened in the previous life met in this life.

"Young Master, don't feel guilty. Qiang Wei's life is yours..." She smiled sadly.

"Rose survives and dies, and what you are waiting for is today, and dies..." She glanced at her last smile, murmured softly with a gentle smile.

Chu Fan's eyes seemed to reflect the roses all over the sky again, blood red.

He remembered that every time she took a step forward, the void became stronger with a stronger bloody aura, and her slender and firm back.

"Young Master Chu..."

Feeling the cold murderous intent that filled Chu Fan's body, the woman in the red dress couldn't help but retreat, and her eyes were filled with horror. This murderous intent actually made her even more terrified than before.

Chu Fan grinned and sneered coldly. His eyes were red, as if he was trapped in a demonic obstacle, and he didn't even hesitate at all. The immortal sword in his hand was handed out like Fengshen.

A sword shadow that seemed to tear apart the heaven and earth broke through the void between the two, and in a flash, it tore the Dharma field of the Taoist monk's robe. The powerful murderous intent wrapped around all directions and rolled towards the Taoist in the Yin-Yang Xuanlang.

"You are looking for death..." Seeing Chu Fan, a small cultivator in the Four Elephant Illusion Tribulation Realm, dared to take the initiative, the Taoist in the Yin-Yang Xuanlang was immediately furious, as if his dignity was trampled on by an ant. In his opinion, as a genius disciple of the Jiuyuan Dao Sect, he was even a peak cultivator of the Five Elements Fantasy Tribulation. Even the lackeys of the gods in the Heavenly God Palace would not see it.

Others are afraid of the Heavenly God Mansion, but his Jiuyuan Dao Sect will not be afraid, let alone a boy from the Four Symbols Illusion Tribulation Realm who has no idea of ​​his origin?

The violent immortal essence swept like a hurricane. His mysterious robe sounded and swelled in an instant, like a huge balloon swelling, and the Five Elements Illusion Tribulation Dharma was displayed, as if it had trapped the origin of the Five Elements in the surrounding void. Then he wanted to completely suppress Chu Fan, and then let the ant know that some people cannot offend, even if they resist.

Unfortunately, fantasy is always so beautiful, but reality is always unsatisfactory.

In the eyes of the Taoist, the Five Elements Illusion Tribulation Realm, which could treat Chu Fan as a fish and shrimp, was like the lock net being torn apart by a sword under the power of Chu Fan's sword, and a "hissing" crack sound was made in an instant, and then it disintegrated layer by layer.

A terrible murderous intent came, and Xiao Lian's sword had cut through the void, the wind was rising all over the sky, and the blood-colored roses were swaying.

'Bang……'

The Taoist in the Five Elements Illusionary Tribulation Realm dared not underestimate it at all. He felt even more angry and cold. The whisk in his hand rotated rapidly, drawing heart-wrenching rings.

The ring is like a yin and yang illustration, rotates and enlarges, like a spiral ripples, and rolls towards the sword intent of the wind scars all over the sky.

A dull roar exploded. The Yin-Yang Taoist used a whisk as a pen, and the Yin-Yang illustrations splashed with the ink of the immortal Yuan exploded one after another. The field of magic and physiognomy was also torn apart by Xiao Lian. It rolled on the swelling Yin-Yang mysterious robe and made a cracking sound. His heart was shocked. The Taoist pulled back and retreated a thousand feet in an instant, staring at Chu Fan in horror.

"Who are you?" The Taoist of Yin-Yang Xuanbo took a breath of air. The mysterious robe had been torn apart countless times, and his face turned pale with the sword energy and original murderous intent. He looked at Chu Fan and shouted in a deep voice.

Chu Fan held the sword in one hand, his sword finger was slanted, and there was an unconscious evil spirit all over his body. The powerful reincarnation rhyme was like the storm of the shore, making a rustling sound. His spiritual consciousness could see circles of gray ripples condensed into substance, turning into waves and rolling on his side.

"Sword Demon Chu Fan!"

Chu Fan felt the sea of ​​consciousness sway, and subconsciously blurted out, and at the same time, a sword fell from the sunset in the long river.

The sun sets in the long river, the lonely smoke in the desert, the sword rainbow hangs from the nine heavens, rolling up a surging wave of thousands of feet.

"Sword Demon Chu Fan?" Although this Yin-Yang Xuan-Round cultivator was a core disciple of the Jiuyuan Dao Sect, he had not heard of Chu Fan's reputation for not long after he came to the Mingyuan Realm. He frowned. He just didn't wait for his reflection. He had already hung upside down on the Milky Way and fell from the void.

Not only that, the desert seemed to have endless blood-red roses blooming, like a man-eating flower, and were charming and bright red, and they wanted to swallow the mysterious Taoist directly.

"Stop..." Feeling the terrifying blood evil power, the reincarnation rhyme rolled up in the surrounding void, the Yin-Yang Xuan-robe monk was finally frightened. He crazily sacrificed his three thousand whisks, which instantly turned into billions of dust silk, like three thousand white hair, and turned into a cage of ten thousand feet.

Three thousand feet of white hair, like a sky curtain standing across the void, trying to block the sword of the sky above the nine heavens, he was even more shocked. What kind of Four-Symbol Illusion Tribulation Cultivator is this? Yuan Daozi is arrogant and he is the only one who can fight against the monks in the early stage of the Six-Spython Illusion Tribulation Cultivator. How could he be defeated by an ant in the Four-Symbol Illusion Tribulation?

He even felt a little regretful in his heart. It was not that he regretted having angered Chu Fan, but that he did not dare to be too arrogant. He did not take the major geniuses of the Nine Nether Immortal Realm seriously, nor did he understand the cultivators from various major sects.

Yuan Daozi didn't know that Chu Fan was almost a demon at this moment, and his strength was a little stronger than Quan Sheng. How could he stop if the demons in his heart were blocked?

‘KaKaKa…’

The Nine Heavens River rolled up waves thousands of feet, like countless waves rolling, sword marks shot, rolling together with dust silk in the sky, making a cracking sound.

'puff……'

The Taoist robe squirted a blood arrow and was blown away by a huge backlash.

Chu Fan would not give the other party any room for roaming. The desert was rolling up all over the sky, and the end of the world was already at the end. Yuan Daozi looked dull and looked at the end of the world, as if there was a supreme road that extended from his feet, and the road was smooth, until the end of the world. As long as he walked, he could reach the top of the road.

"No, no...this is not true..."

Yuan Daozi only felt that the intention of death was condensing between his eyebrows, and subconsciously wanted to break free from the illusion. At the same time, the rich immortal essence around him erupted like a volcano and exploded violently.

"Fellow Daoist shows mercy, I am Yuan Daozi of Jiuyuan Daozong..."

Yuan Daozi shouted loudly the first moment he struggled out of the illusion, and raised his hand and three thousand floating dust gathered together in an instant, forming a ball of white heaven and earth that completely enveloped him.

"The four fingers of reincarnation gather yin and yang!"

Not only did Chu Fan not stop, he also pointed out his sacrifice.

The world is still, and yin and yang gather. Even the floating dust light and the long river sword rainbow are reflected in the landscape painting.

Yuan Daozi widened his eyes in horror, and felt a smell of fishy sweetness overflowing from his throat.

He originally thought that if Chu Fan dared to continue to take action, even if he did not hesitate to backfire, he would use the forbidden magic power to kill the other party. But now, he actually saw under the Yin-Yang fingerprint, like his Yin-Yang Origin Dao, not... it was the supreme way of heaven that completely surpassed the Yin-Yang Dao.

Under the black and white reincarnation point, all the Taos around him disintegrate. The three thousand dust silks that were originally gathered together into a bunch were like the great power of an immortal, which reversed the yin and yang, slowly retreated, and turned back into three thousand lights and shadows again.

One finger of reincarnation gathers yin and yang, and everything is gone.

What a powerful magical power of reincarnation!

This is Yuan Daozi's last thought. With one finger, the cycle of heaven and earth will be traced back to the roots and everything will be stopped!

A breeze blew up, waving his face and rolling up a hair of black hair.

Chu Fan stood there in a daze, a gray reincarnation Taoist rhyme that seemed to belong to him was flowing around his body. This Taoist rhyme seemed to contain a sense of confusion and a kind of evil aura.

At this moment, Chu Fan felt that the Taoist rhyme around him was like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the breeze, as if a dragon and a dragon were tumbling and twisting in the water. It was not as easy as a dragon swimming into the sea, but more like a heart-sucking pain like someone was sucking from cramps and skin, rolling up and down.

The violence gradually became stronger, and the Taoist rhyme around Chu Fan became more and more intense. He seemed to have fallen from the initial pain into confusion, and the redness in his eyes gradually turned into a stagnant pool of gray and black.

"Young Master Chu..."

The woman in the red dress subconsciously fought a cold war. She felt the evil spirit around Chu Fan and couldn't help but want to turn around and escape. Her eyes struggled violently, and finally she slowly stepped forward a few steps, gently pulled Chu Fan's sleeve, and called in a low voice.

The words "Young Master Chu" were like a spring breeze blowing in winter, which made Chu Fan's dissipated mood feel warm. He turned around and saw the pair of clear and clear eyes that were close to each other, and those eyes seemed to have indescribable worries.

"Young Master Chu, are you okay..."

Feeling that Chu Fan's Taoist rhyme was no longer dissipated, the woman in the red dress breathed a little relieved and asked in a low voice again.

Chu Fan looked at the woman in front of him blankly, wearing a big red robe, and suddenly felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

"Qing'er..." He subconsciously called out lightly, pulled the woman in front of him, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Hong Xiaoman's delicate body suddenly stiffened and her mind was blank. She didn't expect Chu Fan to do such a move to her, and she could not avoid it for a moment. In just a moment, she subconsciously struggled to break free from Chu Fan's arms.

Humph, you are a disciple. If you want to be flirtatious, I am flirtatious, but you are calling out to other women!

Feeling the shame and anger of the woman in her arms, Chu Fan looked slightly stunned, as if he was awakened from the kind of demonic obstacle. He subconsciously looked at the woman in her arms, wearing a big red dress, but it was not her.

A trace of guilt and awakening arose in Chu Fan's heart, and even a deep sense of fear and fear. He quickly let go of the woman in his arms and said with an apology: "I'm sorry, I used to..."

Chu Fan's mouth twitched a few times, and it turned out to be a moment of speech, his face full of embarrassment, and he didn't know what to say.

Hong Xiaoman looked up at Chu Fan, and actually giggled, and the corners of her mouth raised, "Tsk, you have a thief heart and a thief courage. You didn't take advantage of the situation and vent your anger. Hello, isn't it OK there?"

He was already feeling guilty, but Chu Fan immediately glared at the woman in front of him with anger and was about to pull the woman over again.

Hong Xiaoman hurriedly pulled back and avoided Chu Fan's demon's capture. He sneered meaningfully: "You saved me before, and now I have saved you too. We are considered equal. However, although you, Mr. Chu, have a good reputation and are not bad-looking, I am not a casual person, sister."

Chu Fan frowned slightly, his lips twitched, hesitated for a long time, and still whispered: "Thank you."

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