I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

The feathers were red and gorgeous, shining brightly under the sun, and fell lightly into Fang Qinghong's hands.The young man looked blank, his anger and sadness seemed to be frozen, and his heart was blank.

……What's the meaning?

"Hahahahaha!" Yan Changfeng, who was hiding behind the puppet wall, couldn't help laughing. After receiving Fang Qinghong's glaring glare, he asked back, "Have you not understood yet?"

Fang Qinghong frowned, gathered five fingers, and clenched the feathers in his palm: "Say what you want to say."

Yan Changfeng glanced at Gu Peiyuan and He Lianjue, and finally turned back to Fang Qinghong: "Did no one remind you, I thought these confidantes of yours would care about some affection."

"You have a previous life..." Fang Qinghong paused, then changed his words: "Do you know who they were before?"

Yan Changfeng smiled but said nothing.

Gu Peiyuan narrowed his eyes: "How did you know?"

Yan Changfeng and his misty fighter: "How you know, I will know."

Only He Lianjue looked puzzled, and his expression gradually became alert.

Seeing this, Yan Changfeng smiled: "It seems that he hasn't woken up yet."

"You and I have the power of innate talent. It is normal for ordinary people not to awaken without external stimulation." Gu Peiyuan plucked the strings casually: "There is another one who died without even a chance to wake up." ."

He's talking about Shen Ke?

Fang Qinghong couldn't help lowering his head, looking at the feather in his hand.He concentrated and felt the faint spiritual power fluctuations in the feathers, which was an extremely familiar breath.

But at this time, the true feather after the power passed away turned into a little bit of starlight, and began to scatter towards the surroundings.

A faint sigh came, Kunlun Palace finally arrived after a long delay.

Liu Menghan has a graceful figure, and the imperial weapon is flying towards him.He stopped opposite Fang Qinghong and said: "I reminded him, but he didn't want to believe me."

The man in the blue shirt had deep eyes and a calm tone: "He would rather believe in a monster bird of unknown origin."

As soon as the words fell, the ground shook for a while!

From the edge of the crack in space, strips of golden-red chains coiled with holy flames stretched out, binding the giant hands tightly.At the same time, the opened boundary wall began to heal inward.

The shrinking boundary wall seemed to cut off the hand bound by the chain at the wrist.

Fang Qinghong suddenly came back to his senses.

Just watched someone die for him, and immediately received too many and complicated messages, so that the brain stopped for a moment.

Until this moment, he finally realized that - since ancient times, only immortals in the heavenly realm could breed such pure immortal energy!

What about the enchantment barrier between the immortal and mortal realms?

Looking at this hand again, it is clearly the external incarnation of a fairy, but why can he cross the border and intervene in the things of the mortal world?

And since the giant hand is a ray of divine sense separated by the immortal, it is natural that he will not sit still in this situation.

I saw it struggling for a while, and the sky was blown by strong winds, blowing away layers of clouds and mists, and the blue sky above the 72 peaks of Yulin Mountains was like a mirror of water.Regardless of which camp, the disciples who are weaker and do not have the protection of great powers are like dumplings, falling down with slaps.

In the grass on the road, or even in the depths of the ground, the long-dormant "evil force" finally no longer hides its traces, transforms from an invisible and colorless state into a substance, and floats around like floating dust.

Wherever it passed, the vegetation withered, and all the creatures turned into bones.

As the black mist continued to rise, the monk who unfortunately fell into the thick mist let out a scream and then fell silent.Not long after, numerous white bones floated up and down, looming in the black mist.

Almost all the disciples fell silent the moment they saw this scene.

The palm of the giant hand in the sky opened its mouth and laughed loudly: "So what if you have exhausted all your tricks, we have already found you!"

"Feng Wang, are you still not coming out?"

"If you're going to be a cowardly turtle again, I can—"

Speaking of this, another slit opened above the mouth, and the bloodshot white eyeballs rolled half a circle, revealing the pupils.

A huge eyeball stared straight at Fang Qinghong, the lower mouth opened and closed, threatening: "The son of luck will be operated on."

Fang Qinghong and Daogan rushed out when they saw their family members fall, and before they came into contact with the black mist, they grabbed the back collars and threw the magical artifacts one by one.

Right now, there are two hanging on the left and right of the two of them, Fang Qinghong asked Daogan to send them into the mountain protection formation first, while he himself stayed outside.

His face was anxious, and the group of four who had just played the front of the machine was indifferently overlooking everything that happened under their feet, as if they didn't care about the world being subverted.

What's even more intriguing is that, including the newly arrived Kunlun Palace, everyone turned a deaf ear to the immortal incarnation and was still attacking Jianzong.

"Can you tell the priorities?!" Fang Qinghong asked.

Yan Changfeng didn't answer but asked instead: "Junior Brother Fang, have you ever thought about why everyone insists on putting Jianzong to death?"

Fang Qinghong was taken aback for a moment, a layer of haze involuntarily rose in his heart.

Yan Changfeng smiled facing the wind, but the words he uttered were startling: "It's because of you."

"They are too kind to you. If they bully you, oppress you, prevent you from practicing, and take away your opportunities during your growth path, forcing you to stand against the mountain gate, they don't have to die."

"It's a pity—" Yan Changfeng tilted his head: "They just want to treat you so well."

Fang Qinghong's hands shook uncontrollably, "What do you mean? Please explain clearly!"

Yan Changfeng shook his head and sighed.

Gu Peiyuan took over the conversation, looked at the struggling young man, and his expression was also a little unclear: "Silly brother, you should understand, no matter what you think in the previous life or in the present life, the demon realm destroys the sword sect, it is five The results expected by all factions in the field.”

"We knew it a long, long time ago, even before you were born."

The naked truth of the past has been revealed. It turns out that the attack on Demon Realm in the past was not a surprise attack—no, or it was a surprise attack only for Jianzong.

For other factions, it is a tacit understanding.They pretended to be ignorant of the Jianzong tragedy, and even pretended to condemn in front of Fang Qinghong, and gave some relief like alms to maintain their appearance.

So... it's all fake?

All because of me?

Fang Qinghong's voice trembled: "Why? Why did you do this?"

"Who made you the child of luck?"

When it came to this topic, the smile on Yan Changfeng's face became more and more obvious, even with a kind of morbid excitement: "You are the person favored by heaven, and you are the absolute protagonist in this story! And we are just a group of An insignificant pawn born to complement your brilliance."

"If you want to destroy you, you must cut off your wings, destroy your will, and kill your soul."

Yan Changfeng's high-pitched tone suddenly turned soft. At this time, he had fully shown his sick side: "But I still believe in you. You represent the absolute will of heaven, and you are an established destiny."

"The more this is the case, the more I want to see the change in fate. If you fall like this, it means that man has defeated the sky and the law!"

Fang Qinghong squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Crazy."

Yan Changfeng smiled slightly: "Praise."

And that giant hand finally broke free from the chain and grabbed Fang Qinghong again.

The mouth in the palm of the hand even drooled: "Luck... the boundless luck of the Son of Heaven—haha, it's mine!"

Click.

Click, click.

The black mist filled the air, where the 'evil force' passed, the world was torn into pieces like a shattered mirror.Thousands of miles of rivers began to collapse.

Facing the invincible means of the Xian family, Fang Qinghong gritted his teeth and faced the difficulties.The sword of Taichu hangs in front of him, controlled by spiritual thoughts, the left and right hands, and the dantian Yuanying open their bows on three sides, forming seals respectively - even including the mantra of fighting characters that he has not had time to test.

And when the final seal was completed, Fang Qinghong's brain was instantly filled with desires for struggle, expansion, and aggression.

Along with the soaring strength of his limbs and bones, a primitive beast began to pull his mind, and stretched his minions towards the altar.

Fang Qinghong bit the tip of his tongue, tasted the bloody taste in his mouth, barely managed to maintain the clarity of his mind.

The giant palm came in an instant, and the young man raised his sword and stabbed at the wide-open greedy mouth.But in the next second, what happened far exceeded his accumulated cognition over hundreds of years.

I saw that mouth closed easily, biting the blade.

And the Taichu sword, known as the number one magic weapon in the upper immortal world, shattered under the slight force of its teeth.

Fang Qinghong's pupils contracted, looking at Duan Ren in disbelief.

"Hahahaha, it's nothing more than a natural Taoist fetus. After spending so many years together day and night, I don't know it's a fake sword!" The giant hand laughed wildly, and grabbed him again.

The magic weapon connected to the lifeline was damaged, the host was inevitably injured, blood slowly dripped from the corner of the mouth, Fang Qinghong suddenly thought of Fuyao.

This sword was given to him by Fuyao.

In the midst of his thoughts, the Lingtai couldn't help but fell, occupied by the primitive animal nature, and rushed towards the giant hand irrationally.

"Shen Chongguang!"

In the chaotic world, suddenly there was a clear and clear phoenix cry.The moment the giant hand grabbed Fang Qinghong, a phantom appeared out of thin air and snatched him back.

In a haze, Fang Qinghong felt that he had fallen into a warm embrace.There is also an incomparably familiar voice, chanting the scriptures: "The gods are radiant, and their way is benevolent—the fire of restoration, seal."

It was a very ancient language, and he didn't understand a single word. He only felt a warm itching between his brows, as if someone was drawing a talisman.Immediately afterwards, the heat spread and spread over his limbs, and he finally woke up from the chaos.

Opening his eyes, the first thing that greets him is the man's beautiful and majestic eyebrows.

"Fuyao!"

Fang Qinghong blurted out, and subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, but the outstretched hand directly passed through the man's body.

What appeared in front of his eyes was just a phantom.

The young man's heart sank, he tried his best to raise a smile, and asked pretending to be relaxed: "Come back when you come back, why only send a phantom? It's such a big show... Where did your real body go?"

"The dignified Phoenix King's bloodline can't even maintain his real body now, it's really ridiculous."

The giant hand named Shen Chongguang by Fuyao raised his eyebrows and deliberately stimulated Fang Qinghong: "He is exhausted and can't play house with you anymore!"