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

Fang Qinghong's pupils contracted, and the sockets of his eyes were warm, as if something was about to drop.

Fuyao staggered, and the five-way pattern that appeared on his body flickered for a few times, then dimmed.He immediately sat down cross-legged and used his spiritual power to adjust his breath.

The black mist tried to escape from the pores of his hair and skin, entangled in the direction where Fang Qinghong was, but was forcibly detained by him again.

The purple spirit bird flew over with its long, shining tail feathers: "My lord, please command."

Fuyao tried his best to maintain a steady voice: "Take him to a safe place."

He paused for a moment, and added: "Let's put it in Jianzong."

Jiang Zi persuaded: "My lord, he won't remember anything after he is reborn. Why don't you put him by your side so that he can know how much the lord has spent on him..."

"Send away."

The suppressed black mist obviously began to eat back at the body because of displeasure, the curse quickly climbed up his cheeks, and Fuyao squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Quick!"

Dian Jie carried the comatose young body on his back, turned his head frequently while flying, and looked at his master worriedly.

However, Fang Qinghong's soul continued to stay in the sky above the Nirvana Nest, watching Fuyao transform into a prototype, under the torment of the curse, he had to burn himself, and after death, Nirvana was born.

What a beautiful and mighty true spirit, no wonder he was born with the grace of heaven and earth.It has the most beautiful feathers, the most beautiful texture lines, clear phoenix eyes, and a slender neck, but its golden claws are as solid and strong as the sharpest weapons in the world.

At this moment, it was engulfed by flames.

Fragments of time shining with colorful brilliance overflowed from the dying phoenix and floated into the sky.

Fang Qinghong saw from these fragments that Fuyao was fighting against the thunder alone and confronting the immortals in the heaven.

Those people stood on the clouds, saying over and over again: Live sacrifice to the Taoist fetus is the general trend of the world. If you insist on going against the sky, you are doomed to nothing in the end.

He saw Fuyao leading his dying self, being chased and intercepted all the way, narrowly escaped death.

He saw that the distraught sects in the cultivation world had already communicated with the Demon Realm.It turned out that Helian Wushe's surprise attack on Jianzong was just a tentative move.

They wanted to use hatred to make Fang Qinghong lose his heart, and thus degenerate and be rejected by heaven.

Unexpectedly, he had a firm mind, and even though he suffered such hardships and saw the greed and ugliness of human nature, he still did not lose his heart to help the world.Therefore, after the happy grievances, he is still the original him.

It is precisely because of this that the immortals in the heavenly court thought of using the most filthy karma in the world to refine it into a curse and pollute the bones.

So what if the heart has not changed?

The Taoist fetus whose soul is no longer clean naturally loses the capital of heaven's pity.

After practicing the Mahayana, one needs to delve into the profound meaning of life, and the Dantian transforms the world to become the source of nourishment.

In order to protect himself, Fuyao forcibly separated his dantian from himself, and completely reproduced a small world with the human features of the original world.

The situation is complicated and involves the interests of heaven, which is far from being able to be clarified in a few words.

Only by allowing Fang Qinghong to receive information from the real environment while growing up again, instead of being full of lies and deception, and deliberately presented to him as an illusion, can he truly understand his situation, and thus find a way out of the complicated human affairs. way out.

The majestic Da Luo Jinxian, even if placed in the upper immortal world, is still a giant in the realm. After the dantian was stripped, the realm fell to the lowest level of the lower immortal.

The small world of the dantian is not only the source of life, but also the foundation of the immortal. It cannot be lost, and it is even more taboo to be destroyed. If you want to destroy an immortal, destroy his dantian.

And after Fuyao plucked his dantian out of his body, he also lost his vision of a higher level in this life.

But Fang Qinghong needed an environment, a relatively safe growth environment that others could not find for the time being.

The world is just formed, everything grows, and everything is on the right track.

He turned his head and said to Fuyao who was standing far above the sky overlooking the mountains and rivers: "Since his Taoist companion..."

There was a sudden pause at this point, and it carefully observed the other person's expression, afraid of hurting the heart of its master, when the man looked over, it immediately changed its words:

"In order to ensure that the luck of heaven will not disappear after Fang Zhenjun's death, those people choose cruel methods to remove the luck from his body while he is still alive. This is the projection of the present world. Those who get close to him with ulterior motives must also If you really hurt him, what should you do?"

Fuyao was silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a real feather from her body.

Every feather of the prehistoric bird tribe is transformed by their blood and divine power, and the real feathers are the crystallization of their divine power. They are covered under thick wings, and there are not many of them, which are comparable to the true blood of the human race. gem.

True feathers are connected to their lifeblood, and every time one is pulled out, one point of skill will be lost.

Fuyao pulled out the five real feathers in one breath, and waved them into the air.The feathers fluttered down, one piece fell towards Qinglian Peak, and turned into the white Qiutang of the Shangqing Sword.

A piece flew over the snow-capped mountains, drifted into the Kunlun Palace in the West Pole, and turned into Liu Menghan.

A piece passed through the dense forest and landed in the palace of Guangsha, turning into Gu Peiyuan.

One piece crossed the enchantment, fell into the dark and dark magic realm, and turned into Helian Jue.

Due to excessive wear and tear, when the last piece of real feather was pulled out, there were some bloodshot roots at the root, Fu Yao didn't frown, the real feather turned into Shen Ke's appearance, and was thrown into the fortress of Taiwei.

Dian Zhi looked at the men who fell to the ground in surprise.

"In this way, he doesn't have to..." The man paused for a moment, his tone was low, with the endless bleakness of the autumn wind: "Pay any extra emotion."

When the lie is exposed, there will be no more pain.

It's just that people are not as good as heaven, and Liu Menghan was polluted by the curse first.

The prehistoric tribes use blood as the source of power, and the mysterious enchantment of Fuyao is naturally shaped by this, so it is easy for incarnations from the same source as themselves.

Also, being his own incarnation, Curse seems to hide under the shadow of the eaves, cunningly exploiting blind spots and hiding its own tail.

The colorful fragments are like birds, gathering for a short time, and scattered away like destined parting.The image of time gradually fades, revealing the true appearance of the Nirvana Nest.

There is no more vitality in the Three Lives of Dreams, all the sycamore trees are polluted into a shocking black, the blood that has not yet dried up flows down, soaks the branches, and emits bursts of foul stench.

In the middle, there is a huge phoenix recumbent.He no longer has the beautiful feathers, the arrogance of the mighty spirit, and the sharp claws are dimmed.

On the half of the body that was attacked by the curse, black feathers were constantly falling off, and the muscles were shriveled and shriveled.On the other side, the red gold feather also lost its original luster, completely showing a kind of exhaustion at the end of the battle.

At this time, Fenghuang's eyes were tightly closed, only his chest rose and fell slightly, and he let out a slight gasp.

Fang Qinghong's hands trembled uncontrollably, and subconsciously approached: "Fuyao...?"

The major sects in the upper cultivation world are inextricably linked with the fairy world.Some of their ancestors have always become immortals and attained the Tao, and if more people leave, they will naturally form a force in the heavenly court.

Places such as Kunlun Palace, Yinyang Hehuanzong, Taiweiyuan, Moyu and other places have produced many fairy bones.And for the blessing to last forever, they have thought of many ways and left behind in this world.

Therefore, these forces have special and secret contact methods with the fairy world, which can ensure simple information transmission.Of course, the immortal responsible for passing it on has to pay a considerable price.

And the curse was bestowed by the ancestor of the Kunlun Palace who had already ascended from the fairy world, and was clearly instructed to be used on Fang Qinghong.

Since it is a thing from the fairy world, it should not be underestimated. Fuyao is different from Fang Qinghong - the latter is no longer a host after rebirth, and got rid of the entanglement of the curse.

And Fuyao, as the new host of the curse, the only way to get relief is to continue to nirvana.

His retreat every half a month is in Nirvana.

Although, the pain of death is real, he must kill himself countless times, and then be reborn from the ashes.

Fang Qinghong recalled the process of Nirvana he experienced just now, it could almost be described as painful.But Fuyao, in so many years, has experienced countless times.

"Don't touch!"

A low shout from behind him stopped Fang Qinghong's movement of reaching out, the young man turned his head and saw Fuyao walking step by step.

The phantom stopped in front of him and sighed: "My real body has been corrupted, if you touch him, you will also be infected."

Fang Qinghong: "Then what are you going to do?!"

Fuyao didn't speak.

He was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I couldn't get your sword back, sorry."

Since this world was created by Fuyao, the Absolute Beginning Sword is naturally also a projection derived from his imitation of the real sword.It is reasonable for a fake sword not to have the power of the number one divine soldier in ancient times, and it cannot resist a blow from a real immortal.

Not to mention the perilous world of comprehension, even the gods of the heavens now seem to be Fang Qinghong's enemies.

Fuyao, on the other hand, used his own dantian as a sacrifice to create a small world to protect his growth and resist the attack of wind and snow.

Even in the places he couldn't see these years, he silently resisted the exploration and entanglement of the outside world, and resisted the malice of the whole world for him.

Obviously there is a lot to say, and obviously the bitterness and bitterness of the years, just picking out one of them is enough to move me.

But this person only said such a sentence.

The hot, humid liquid silently spilled out of the eye sockets, Fang Qinghong shed tears for the first time in more than 500 years in his past and present life.

"Are you crying for me?"

There was a trace of surprise on Fuyao's face, and then he smiled softly with his eyebrows curved.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe away Fang Qinghong's tears: "Don't cry."

The round drops of water flowed across the cheeks according to the original trajectory.The man's hand fell on the young man's cheek.

He almost forgot that neither of them could touch each other now.

Fuyao said calmly and gently: "Forget me, just like before."

Fang Qinghong shook his head.

Fuyao: "You can do it, don't let the Dao heart crack."

"I do not want!"

"you……"

"You have a good idea." Through a layer of water mist, Fang Qinghong stared at him stubbornly: "I won't allow it!"

Fuyao: "You have the grace of rebuilding me."

Fang Qinghong: "I have you too!"

Fuyao: "The future is not good, you should focus on the future."

Fang Qinghong: "Then what about you, don't you ask for anything?"

The man didn't speak, but at this moment, Fang Qinghong saw it from the bottom of his eyes.

It is irrepressible, unreserved, tender love.