Man is in the heavens, parasites are born

Chapter 124 A corner of the future

Willow God spoke again, his tone solemn: "The ghost ship appeared in an extremely distant, unknown era. It may not be a relic from the past, so you can give it a try."

"Could it be that they really drifted here from the future?" Shi Hao was shocked and asked, "Can cultivators be so powerful?"

He no longer hesitated, but directly wrote his name on the paper boat.

Suddenly, fluorescent light came out of the paper boat and turned into a lighthouse.

Looking at the paper boat that resembled a lighthouse, Shi Hao was lost in thought and murmured, "It actually came from the future..."

"This kid..." Xiaota felt inexplicably unhappy.

"You've made it, you naughty kid, you've made it!" Dashenshi exclaimed in amazement.

Although it thought that the naughty child was extraordinary, it never imagined that in the future, this naughty child would become one of the most powerful beings in history.

"Who can predict the future? Just take a look at it, don't take it seriously!" Shi Hao shook his head, but his heart did not cause too many ripples.

At this time, Fang Ming spoke up and said, "If you drop a drop of blood on it, there should be a more intense reaction. Perhaps we can find out some truth."

Shi Hao looked at Liu Shen, and after seeing her nod, he carefully dripped a drop of blood from his wound onto the paper boat.

It was visible to the naked eye that the white paper boat was stained with a layer of red, and the entire paper boat turned into the color of blood.

At this time, a shimmering river appeared out of nowhere, carrying the paper boat.

This river flows out from the void and leads to an unknown location. It has no beginning and no end, no starting point and no end point.

As the river appeared, Fang Ming sensed the fluctuation of time.

At this moment, he saw the true face of time!

"The long river of time!" The voice of Willow God resounded, indescribably solemn.

The palm-sized paper boat, glowing red, suddenly started moving, drifting along the river, not knowing whether it was drifting towards the past or the future.

The red halo spread, and the boat hung on the surface of the river of time, reflecting a series of pictures.

It was a vast and boundless battlefield, with an aura of boundless tyranny spreading, immortal light rising into the sky, chaos breaking, and countless universes being destroyed.

However, all signs indicate that it is not the most core battlefield.

It seemed that even the paper boat could not reflect the core of the battlefield.

"What a horrific battle this is..." Dashenshi's voice trembled constantly. The scene shown on the screen was beyond his imagination.

"Such a great battle..." the little tower murmured in a low voice. The scene presented on the screen was too terrifying, making it tremble in its heart.

Willow God remained silent as she watched the ever-changing scene. However, her expression, shrouded in the chaotic energy, was extremely solemn. She wondered in her heart, "Are the Immortal Kings merely pawns? What on earth is going on?"

"The picture shows the ultimate battle in the future!" Fang Ming understood clearly.

The paper boat gradually went away, and the blood-red light reflected a series of shocking pictures.

Countless universes were reduced to ruins, all living things were destroyed, and the war seemed to have come to an end, but the outcome looked very bad.

The light screen moved, and a picture emerged.

A woman, whose face could not be seen. She wore a bronze mask full of sadness, blood-stained armor, and held a halberd in her hand. She was extremely graceful and had an indescribable sense of sharpness.

Behind her, there was a glittering light, and white paper boats were shining, carrying some kind of hope. They broke through the sea of ​​time and disappeared into the depths of time and space!

Finally, the image reflected by the paper boat dissipated, and the paper boat with a red halo followed the long river of time and space and disappeared in front of several people.

Looking at the silent void and the dead silence, everyone fell into deep thought.

"Where did that paper boat float to? Could it have gone back to that ruthless guy?" Fang Ming thought to himself.

The paper boat was folded after the ruthless person performed a sacrifice.

But that doesn’t mean that the paper boat can’t drift to other times and to other ruthless people with other levels of cultivation.

At this level of the Immortal Emperor, if he is not afraid of being implicated in cause and effect and bringing about backlash from human calamities, the so-called cause and effect and the backlash from the Great Dao will hardly make him worry too much.

After a while, Fang Ming's chaotic thoughts calmed down. He thought to himself, "Forget it, I don't care about that. As long as it doesn't drift into the hands of the weird ancestor, it's fine."

At this time, Dashenshi spoke in a low voice, its voice filled with indescribable melancholy. It said, "The future seems very bleak!"

Fang Ming said nothing, but silently took the other paper boat back in his hand and observed it repeatedly.

At this moment, he felt that he had suffered a loss. He shouldn't have let Shi Hao bleed just now.

These are the paper boats folded by the ruthless man after the Taoist sacrifice. He was lucky to get two, but one of them ran away.

Paper boats may seem fragile and can be torn into pieces at will, but they are actually strong and indestructible. If they are developed, they can be used for defense or attack.

If embedded in a magical instrument, it might be able to achieve good results in harming people.

Xiaota didn't say anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Finally, the Willow God said calmly, "Hurry up and become stronger. Only when you are strong can you face everything with confidence."

Shi Hao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely reach the top and turn everything around. I don't believe the future is fixed!"

Willow God seemed very pleased and encouraged: "It's good that you have this intention."

"Practice well, and don't be proud just because the paper boat reacted to you. As you said, the future is full of variables, and what you see now may not be the real future!" After giving encouragement, Willow God disappeared on the spot.

After Willow God left, Shi Hao continued to enter the stone gate of the Wall of Gods and Demons.

At this moment, defeating Shi Yi was no longer his goal. Seeing the various scenes reflected by the paper boat made his blood boil and he had a more ambitious goal.

"In this life, I want to reach the pinnacle of cultivation!" Stepping into the stone gate, he began a life-threatening fight.

This place could manifest so many powerful opponents; it was a treasure land for him, a perfect place for honing his skills. Fang Ming's Dharma body held the small boat, turning it over and over to look at it.

Ever since the paper boat disappeared just now, he inexplicably felt that some changes had taken place in the paper boat that he could not perceive.

It's just some kind of intuition, not a real perception of anything.

"Brother Daoist, why are you looking at it over and over again? Have you discovered something mysterious?" A faint light flickered on the knuckle-sized bone tower, and a puzzled voice was heard.

Hearing this, the God-Slaying Stone on the ground revealed two dark eyes and looked at him with curiosity.

Fang Ming shook his head and said nothing. He stretched out his hands, grabbed the hull, and pulled gently, pulling the paper boat away easily.

Under the horrified gazes of Dashenshi and Xiaota, Fang Ming spread out the paper boat and found a square piece of white paper more than one foot in size.

The creases on the white paper were clearly visible, and the line of beautifully written words confirmed that this piece of white paper was the boat from before.

“It’s been taken apart!?” The dark eyes of Dashenshi widened, and the whole stone was stunned.

"Did something happen after that little boat left?" Xiaota had all kinds of guesses in his mind.

Fang Ming shook his head, grabbed both sides of the white paper with both hands, and then exerted force suddenly.

Nothing unexpected happened. The white paper remained unchanged, even the creases were so clear.

"Maybe we can use it!" Fang Ming said in a low voice.

Then, under the surprised gazes of Dashenshi and Xiaota, Fang Ming stretched out his hand and folded the white paper into a short sword about one foot long in just a few seconds.

There were clear creases on the dagger, and a line of blood-red words was branded on the blade: 'I am the only one left'.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Fang Ming's magic power surged out and continuously flowed into the dagger.

In an instant, a bright red light spread from the line of blood-colored text, and the short sword, which was originally only about one foot long, extended and turned into an ancient dark red long sword.

The long sword was simple and very heavy. Fang Ming held it in his hand and felt that it had some weight and was not light at all.

He was sure that this sword weighed more than an ordinary thousand-foot mountain.

A line of text could be vaguely seen on the dark red sword, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.

There are no Dao runes, nor are there any innate Dao patterns interwoven.

But neither Fang Ming, Xiaota, nor even Dashenshi dared to underestimate this long sword.

They had already seen Fang Ming trying to destroy the paper.

The paper was strong and indestructible, and the little tower knew that it could not destroy it!
"Ding~"

Fang Ming snapped his fingers, and a melodious tremolo sounded.

This sword no longer looks like it was folded from a piece of white paper, but rather it seems to be made from some kind of immortal material.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Fang Ming's mind turned, and a boundless and sharp aura spread from his Dharma body.

Everything becomes a sword, and even a blade of grass can cut through the sword intent of the universe. At this moment, Fang Ming seems to have turned into a peerless sword immortal.

The dark red sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to his sword intent, constantly emitting sword light, and the aura of destroying all things in the world flowed.

The God-Slaying Stone trembled, and immediately rolled away like a ball, hiding under the small tower.

The aura emanating from the long sword made it feel as if its body was about to be cut in half!
"It seems that it is not as strong as imagined?" At this time, a strange voice came from Xiaota.

"Isn't this strong?" Dashenshi was shocked, then quickly realized something and muttered, "It turns out I'm too weak..."

Seeing it like this, Fang Ming chuckled secretly, then said, "Brother Ta is right, it's indeed not as powerful as I imagined!"

This long sword felt like a bottomless pit to him. He had already used all his strength to push it, but it still seemed like it couldn't fill up the long sword.

The power of the long sword at this time was definitely stronger than the sword energy he himself exerted, but it was not to the point of complete crushing and the difference was huge.

Xiaota's mind moved, and he guessed, "The type who becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents?"

"Maybe." Fang Ming nodded.

It feels like the power of this sword should be more than this.

After all, this is something that carries the ruthless man's back-up plan, and this kind of performance is really not in line with the function of a paper boat.

Of course, it is also possible that it has become so powerful because it was polluted and destroyed by the ancestor.

"How about letting me try?" Xiaota asked, a little curious.

Fang Ming threw out his sword and said, "Brother Ta, please do as you please."

With a flash of light, the dark red sword disappeared and was absorbed into the space inside the small tower.

Afterwards, countless patterns emerged on the knuckle-sized bone tower, transforming into the marks of various ferocious beasts.

Qiongqi, Suanni, Golden-winged Dapeng, Feiyi, Qingluan...

The marks of various ferocious beasts emerged. Although these marks were small, they were lifelike and had a strong breath of life flowing through them.

Faintly, Fang Ming heard endless beast roars coming from the bone tower the size of a finger joint.

Inside the tower, it seemed as if there were hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts charging at the enemy, and even the small tower began to shake.

Obviously, it used its real means!

About a quarter of an hour later, the movement on the small tower subsided, the tower body shook gently, and the dark red sword hung in the air.

(End of this chapter)