The world's first fairy gate

Yun Fang's toes landed on the ground, and his sleeve robe quietly drooped. Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, there were many white-haired old men, sophisticated and sophisticated, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, silently counting how much his life was lost by this blow.

He embraced Xie Qiuhan, put his palms on his vest, and pumped out a burst of true energy, which dispelled the demonic barriers for him and healed his wounds.

Xie Qiuhan lowered his head, chewing on the word "Shenxiao".

Such an astonishing and stunning person can only be matched by standing side by side with the gods and having the same name as Jiuxiao.

The sword master was leaning quietly in front of the steps, dying in his dying years, as if a gust of wind could extinguish his soul fire, he no longer had a sword in his hand, but he had hidden a sword of a great man in his chest.

The long sword in Yunfang's hand hummed for a while, like a simple sad song.

Yun Fang cupped his hands and said, "Thank you teacher for giving the sword, please give me a name for this sword."

The Juggernaut pondered for a while, "The Dao is nameless."

Yun Fang thought for a moment, then said respectfully: "What the teacher said is true."

Kong Ming's skills were on the verge of failure, his heart trembled, he stood up with force, and looked at the old Juggernaut.

He finally understood that what he thought he had planned was exhaustive, but he still missed something.

None of the people present expected this change.

Except for divine power, there is nothing else that can break the momentum of Jin Ou.

And Yunfang was in prison, imprisoned by that skin, how could he have such strength.

At this point, someone finally asked in surprise, "The Sword Master...is the Sword Master becoming a god?"

The sword master has already become a god. He was inspired by the way of heaven and explored the plan of the sky, so he condensed all his cultivation and refined it into a sword. He even poured his godhead into it to help Shenxiao break this predicament.

Therefore, when he came, he looked like he was blowing out the lamp and waxing the wax, but in fact he had already spent all his efforts.

In this formation, since the time the Juggernaut self-destructed his godhead, he was doomed.

At this time, the people on the altar saw that Kong Ming was gone, and thought that their own lives were hanging by a thread, and they almost bid farewell to the prosperity and wealth of this world.

But the one who rushed to the forefront was Hong Lan.

He slashed his palm in the air, but Kong Ming didn't dodge it, closed his eyes, and faced the dead situation calmly.

For some reason, seeing him like this, Honglan missed his palm and just hit his shoulder.

Kong Ming still spit out a mouthful of blood.

With a gloomy expression, Hong Lan grabbed his neck, "I've waited for a hundred years, and this day has finally arrived."

Kong Ming's face was like gold paper, and the veins in his neck were bulging. He was about to be strangled to death by Hong Lan himself.

At this moment, a burst of true energy hit Hong Lan's wrist with numbness, causing him to let go, and Kong Ming fell to the ground.

Yun Fang came slowly, frowned and called out: "Senior brother."

At the same time, with a wave of his sleeve robe, he neutralized all the other people's attacks, and the pile of magic weapons fell to the ground in disorder.

Seeing Yun Bin protecting him, Kong Ming's expression became complicated, a little surprised and a little relieved.

Yun Fang walked over and saw that Kong Ming's face was like golden paper, his breath was weak, his legs gave way and he fell backwards, it seemed that he had exhausted his whole life's efforts, and he was about to blow the lamp and pull out the wax.

Yun Fang hurriedly infused him with true energy, but the true energy flowed out for a week and then leaked out.

This man is like a balloon with a leaky hole, no matter how much you blow it up, it won't work.

"You don't need to waste your time," Kong Ming said, "I don't have any golden elixir anymore."

If there is no gold condensate in the sea of ​​consciousness, it will collapse inch by inch, and this person will go with it.

Yun Fang slowly lowered his hand, his fingertips hanging down.

In order to clear his mind, Kong Ming dug his own golden elixir, placed it in a secret room, and pressed it under the bones of his senior brothers. He could only maintain one life with the big formation, and if the formation was broken, people would die.

He knew about it.

After he entered the formation, it was clear that he could take the sword and break through the formation immediately, but he was slow to talk about it.

The choice of that sword is too difficult.

Hong Lan also froze.

It seems that he suddenly remembered that this person without Chi You Jindan is also the master who has cultivated him carefully, who is also a teacher and friend with him, and his temperament and hobbies are compatible with each other.

At this moment, he knew clearly that the great revenge had been avenged, but his heart was full of grief, and his mouth was full of bloody smell.

"Honglan," Kong Ming pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, his voice was almost inaudible, "...I did one thing for you, for you, count, count as compensation from master."

Compensation for what?

Honglan couldn't help thinking.

Is it to compensate him for the half-life of being neither human nor ghost and without the sun and the sky, for the good times when he was deeply loved by his teacher and had a bright future, or for him to be married as a married couple and to be a sweetheart?

Which one here can come back?

Seeing that Honglan was in a daze for a long time, Yunfang touched him lightly, "Senior brother?"

Hong Lan looked at him, and suddenly said: "Now that I think about it, if you kill me as soon as you see me, it would be better than anything else."

Kong Ming was startled, his lips were trembling, the following words could not be finished no matter what.

Honglan gritted her teeth and said, "You clearly do a lot of evil, but you always pretend to understand the righteousness. If you have no evil intentions, how can Jin Dan dominate you!"

Kong Ming suffered with a wry smile.

After Hong Lan finished cursing, she didn't say anything more, and even her eye circles were red.

He originally said that he would personally kill Kong Ming to pay homage to his deceased wife, but instead of doing so, he staggered to his feet, walked outside, and never looked back.

The endless wind and sand in the wilderness seemed to hear the whistling, and the red-eyed fighting also came to an end.

The upheavals of half his life are gone.

It's just a glimpse of him and his face together, and he can't come back.

Kong Ming stared at his back as he walked away, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's because I violated ethics and wishful thinking."

He slightly moved his eyes and looked at Yunfang, "Yunfang, tell him that I saved his fox."

All evil fates have their own place.

At the end of the so-called puppet technique, the only one who was saved was the one he killed.

Yun Fang lowered his head.

Kong Ming looked at him, and persuaded with a smile: "Why are you downcast, from now on you will return to the seat of the Immortal Throne, you don't have to hide, you should be happy."

Yun Fang said: "I swung my saber at each other today, for the sake of the overall situation of the world, not for personal enmity. I should have evened that matter long ago, and thank you for your kindness."

Kong Ming was startled, then laughed, and said three good words in succession.

He said sadly: "Since you remember my good fortune, I will entrust this situation to you. The way of heaven is not benevolent. If you don't break this way, everything is still struggling. In the future, you will have to bear it."

"Yes," Yunfang restrained, "...if you don't tell me, I will."

Kong Ming nodded, let go of the heavy burden in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he felt that he could go.

There was a faint sense of sadness in Yunfang's heart, knowing that this was the farewell.

Kong Ming closed his eyes.

The past years were tumbling, and flashed back in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, and everything was shattered into pieces, melting like heavy snow in the sky.

Everyone who passed by in his long life came back, and the deceased brothers and sisters waved to him with smiles, just like in the past.

At the beginning, he was reluctant to part with his senior brother, so he went to practice puppetry and wanted to revive his senior brother.

But because of concern for the two apprentices, he let go of his murderous intentions.

Later, another senior brother died one after another, and Tiandao also found him.

He was reluctant to part with his own life, and stretched out his hand to the Dayan Formation.

Everything has been out of control since then.

Later it was Chi You Jindan, with bloody eyes and bloody eyes, and the hatred eyes of the two apprentices.

In fact, he was too greedy.

Jin Lin finally arrived, passed by Honglan, and climbed onto the altar, only to see that Kong Ming had already left.

Suddenly burst into tears.

Kyushu is so big and the world is so vast, he is the only old guy left.

Yun Fang knelt there, motionless, his shoulders slumped slightly.

At this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the young man's voice was hoarse and worried, "...Yunfang?"

Yun Fang turned to look at him.

Xie Qiuhan imitated his appearance jerkyly, stroking his hair, "Don't be sad."

Yun Fang wanted to smile at him, but he couldn't force it out.

Xie Qiuhan squatted down, took his hand, put it on his lap, and said seriously: "I read a sentence in the Tianzhu scriptures, and the scriptures said that all love will come together, impermanence is rare..."

The intersection of people is like dew, only for a moment, and all kindness and love can't last long.

But people always want to grasp this kindness, so fear is born.

Only by letting go of love and hatred can we let go of worry and fear.

Three days later, the Taoist sect has not yet started to reorganize. The monks from all over the world came to see the excitement and beat the autumn wind, but they suffered heavy losses. They all clamored for Zixiao Mountain to give them justice.

The disciples searched all over for the fairy seat but could not find it.

Xianzuo and Mozun stood in the peach forest on Tianliang Peak, and buried the master's remains under a peach tree.

Those hard-to-return past years, filled with love and desire that became obsessed with thoughts, finally turned into a piece of loess with his death.

The two didn't stay for too long, so they had to leave separately.

Yun Fang suddenly turned his head and looked at Hong Lan's back, "Brother, what was the first time you saw Master, why didn't he kill you?"

If at that time, everything comes to an end, there will be no Yunfang, there will be no Seven Killing Formation and Golden Elixir, and all love-hate entanglements will stop at the original place.

Hong Lan stopped, and it took him a long time to get rid of blood hatred and parting sorrow, and fish out an old and unwashed picture from it.

"...I, broke a peach blossom for him."

On a spring day, the boy left the school with his companions, and he met a strange young Taoist priest with a gloomy face leaning against the mottled red wall beside him.

The boy looked at him for a while, but felt that he was very sad.

So he took the initiative to walk over, handed over the freshly broken peach branch, and smiled gently: "This peach blossom is for you, you can see how beautiful it is."