The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Ming Fan's heart moved, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved.

She dreams of going back.

In the past few years, she has looked through many files and secret methods, but has not seen any relevant records.

Now Ming Qingchen actually told her that she could go back?

"What you said is quite tempting, but I don't believe it." Ming Fan curled his lips and threw another punch.

Ming Qingchen was almost driven crazy by her.

How could this person be so stubborn? He wouldn't listen to any good or bad words!

Ming Qingchen was inevitably angered by Ming Fan, and he hit him without saying anything. He felt helpless, wondering who he learned this habit of wanting to fight at every turn.

"You mean, as long as I do what you say, I can go back?"

Ming Fan punched Ming Qingchen in the face, and was kicked back by her.

It was said that they were fighting, but with their current mental and physical state, they couldn't even touch each other, let alone touch each other.

The two soul shadows were floating, but they were just making movements.

Ming Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, walked around behind Ming Fan, thought for a moment before speaking: "It's just a possibility."

When Ming Fan heard her words, he suddenly stopped and gave her a playful smile.

She could have lied to her, told her with certainty that she could go back, or made up a reason and conditions to make her willing to follow her way for that little hope.

But…she didn’t.

"You are honest." Ming Fan withdrew his hand and suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

Ming Qingchen felt even more helpless after hearing this, and rolled his eyes again: "From the beginning to the end, I thought about killing you, but I never thought about lying to you."

Ming Fan: "..."

Suddenly I feel that sometimes there is no need to be so honest.

This sentence brought the two people closer together.

Ming Fan crossed his arms over his chest and sat down lazily: "Why do you want to provoke the way of heaven?"

Do we have to go against the order of nature just because we have glimpsed the truth of the essence?

Ming Qingchen glanced at her and asked another question: "Do you want to die soberly, or do you want to live deceived?"

After saying that, he looked at Ming Fan, hoping to get an answer from her.

When Ming Fan saw Ming Qingchen's hopeful eyes, he lowered his head and thought seriously for a moment for the first time.

After a while, Ming Fan spoke in a resounding voice: "I choose to live soberly."

Ming Qingchen held his forehead with his hand. He felt like he couldn't be serious when talking to her.

Ming Fan blinked his eyes and said, "Tell me, why can't you afford to play with this guy?"

He had a smile on his face just now, but a moment later, his mouth felt like it was cramping.

Ming Qingchen didn’t know what she was thinking, otherwise he would have fought with her to the death.

After calming down, Ming Qingchen continued, "If you find out, everything about you is arranged.

People live like puppets being pulled by strings, and even their actions are not in accordance with their own hearts.

Oh, maybe you never understand yourself in your entire life.

Even the so-called high and low, noble and humble, and different classes are all arranged. Is this fair?

Such people are just puppets."

"So you are going to fight against the Heavenly Dao and the Morality with your own strength?"

"No, not just one person. There are thousands and thousands of people like me."

Ming Qingchen looked at Ming Fan: "I, Ming Qingchen, don't ask for much. I want to establish my mind for the world, establish my destiny for the people, help people understand their true nature, and bring eternal peace. Is that wrong?

I want everyone to be able to live for themselves, is that wrong?"

Ming Fan was silent. She couldn't say that there was anything wrong with Qingchen's request.

But this kind of request is unrealistic.

"If a person asks for too much, it is a mistake."

Ming Fan thought about it carefully. The Heavenly Dao is the planner and controller of this world. Now the power center of the immortal cultivation world is the royal court, but what about above the royal court?

Ming Qingchen chuckled softly and pointed to the empty sky: "This world is a huge scam. You and I are trapped in it."

"I do want you to continue what I haven't finished, but now, I am you and not you."

Ming Qingchen stood up and stretched out a hand to Ming Fan: "Ming Fan, but I believe that sooner or later, you will make the same choice as I did in the beginning."

Ming Fan turned to Ming Qingchen and watched her figure fade away.

"Mingfan, that's all I have to say. I wish you good luck on your future journey."

Ming Fan watched Ming Qingchen disappear, and she was the only figure left in the spiritual altar.

After checking the surroundings and confirming that she had really disappeared completely, Ming Fan couldn't tell what he felt at the moment.

The majestic spiritual power overwhelmed her like a tide.

There were also a lot of memories mixed in with it. As soon as Ming Fan opened his eyes, he almost fainted from the pain again.

This was Ming Qingchen giving her all his spiritual power.

Ming Fan endured the urge for his head to explode, but there was another breath running around in his body, it was Long Yuan's dragon breath.

If she is not controlled soon, she will definitely go crazy.

Ming Fan raised a bitter smile. This master and servant really were afraid that she would live too easily.

"Damn you Ming Fan, where on earth did you die?!"

Suddenly, Sanmao's roar came from his sea of ​​consciousness, adding to the burden for Ming Fan, who was already overwhelmed.

After a long time without a response, Sanmao couldn't help but mutter, "She's not really dead, is she? I led away so many monsters and she didn't die, is she so unlucky?"

Ming Fan's head hurt from the noise, and he tried his best to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth: "Shut up!"

After hearing Ming Fan's reply, Sanmao finally felt relieved: "Oh, he's not dead, that's good."

He just said that his sword master was just lucky.

"Where are you? I'll just..." Sanmao said, then suddenly paused: "The plan has changed. Let's talk about it later."

Ming Fan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and San Mao also cut off contact with her.

Behind him, a bunch of monsters followed. Fortunately, he had a spiritual weapon, otherwise these monsters could eat him alive with just an arm or a leg.

Along the way, he didn't know how many times he was swallowed by monsters, and how many times he burst out of their stomachs.

It’s really fucked up. We can never kill them all.

Sanmao rubbed his hair in annoyance. His white clothes were now covered in blood.

Compared to his anxiety towards the outside world, Ming Fan was actually anxious about the inside world.

A dragon's breath that's running around and difficult to tame, and the power of a residual soul with surging veins.

At this moment, Ming Fan wanted to commit suicide again.

If Ming Qingchen asked her now how she wanted to live, she would answer without hesitation. It was hard to say whether she would live or not, but she would most likely die miserably.

The current situation is not only cowardly, but also potentially fatal at any time.

Ming Fan gritted his teeth, suppressed the trembling pain in his soul, and used his spiritual energy to direct the dragon breath in his body.