The middle-aged man in the green robe saw the terrible part of Fang Shaoyang, and immediately knelt on the ground and said to Fang Shaoyang: "Super your life, the little one is blind, and he didn't realize that the person is your younger brother. The little one deserves to die, the little one deserves to die."

If it weren't for a man practicing martial arts, he would probably have been incontinent now

Fang Shaoyang still looked at the man in the green robe with his bloody eyes and did not speak. The star spear in his hand turned into a transparent silk thread and rushed straight towards the head of the middle-aged man in the green robe.

The middle-aged man in green robe shivered and turned around and was about to run away, but he could have Fang Shaoyang's weapons at a fast speed.

The silk thread turned into the head of the middle-aged man in the green robe. The man in the green robe still ran forward without any sense. Until the silk thread was penetrated into the man's eyes, the middle-aged man in the green robe realized the pain and fell to the ground in an instant. The ninja stood up and wanted to run away in pain. At this time, the silk thread transformed from the star spear had been dyed, a thick layer of blood, and then penetrated into the chest of the middle-aged man in the green robe. The blood-red silk thread transformed into countless silk threads, tightly tied the heart of the man in the green robe, contracted, and entered the lower abdomen and calves.

With a sound of Peng, the man's chest exploded and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Fang Shaoyang passed by the middle-aged man in green robe who was falling to the ground, and still hugged the dead Li Mu tightly in his arms, and the stars turned into stars and disappeared.

Three hours later.

In front of the thatched hut on the top of the mountain, there was a newly erected grave. Fang Shaoyang stood haggardly in front of the grave, holding a brown wooden sign less than one meter long in his hand, with the words Li Mu engraved in the middle. Recalling the past ten years, Li Mu kept saying this: I have an older brother, I have relatives.

It took half a month for Fang Shaoyang's haggard face, his hair had never been taken care of. Even the black hair in his head would pop up from time to time and answer the white hair, and he raised his head to the sky and scolded him. Why did he treat me like this? Why did he take away an innocent child? Isn't you just to fulfill me? This is unfair to them. You hateful Qilin Tower, what kind of guardian tm? Get out, get out, why is it so realistic

Before Fang Shaoyang could finish speaking, Peng's body softened and fell to the ground with a sound.

In the following days, Fang Shaoyang was drinking every day and completely forgot how to leave the illusion.

Because of Li Mu's death, Fang Shaoyang was not going up the mountain to hunt and thought about how to drink every day.

One day, just as Fang Shaoyang was walking on the road.

Don't have money, you'll tell fortunes for free. If I'm wrong, I can pay the money. There is an eight-immortal table on the street, and an elderly man sat on it. The elderly man looked ten years old and wore a white robe to give him a profound feeling.

Fang Shaoyang glanced at the elderly and was worried that he had nothing to do, so he walked over.

The old fortune teller saw Fang Shaoyang coming over, but did not get up. Instead, he closed his eyes and said coldly to Fang Shaoyang who was walking over: This guest official wants to do the calculation.

Fang Shaoyang nodded softly, and then sat on the bench opposite the fortune teller.

Then please write two words on this white paper. The fortune teller said to Fang Shaoyang.

Fang Shaoyang picked up the brush on the table, dipped it gently ink stains, and then gently stroked it on the white paper. A very simple capital letter was written on the white paper, and then wrote a big nine-character letter on another piece of paper, put down the brush and sent it to the old fortune teller.

The old fortune teller opened his eyes at this time, looked at the two simple and powerful typing written by Fang Shaoyang, and said to Fang Shaoyang in a profound and profound way: One is the beginning, that is, a person's birth is like a newborn baby. When talking about this nine, he is the extreme of the number, which is compared to the old age of a human. It is a very long wait for ordinary people, but for you it is just a blink of an eye.

Fang Shaoyang heard the old fortune teller say, closed his eyes unconsciously, as if he was comprehension of this thing.

From one to nine, it seems simple, but there are many variables in the middle. People's birth, old age, sickness and death are all in it. You should have experienced it in the dark. The three thousand great ways are full of variables everywhere in the world. As the saying goes, a flower, a world, a leaf, a Bodhisattva, unconsciously, the fortune teller did not see it, leaving only an Eight Immortal Table.

Fang Shaoyang was still closing his eyes and realizing this thing. The old fortune teller's words remained in Fang Shaoyang's mind. Fang Shaoyang thought of a flower, a world, a leaf, a Bodhisattva.

At this time, he saw a newborn baby. Time seemed to pass very quickly. The baby was already young, middle-aged, old, and knew he had died. Fang Shaoyang saw another baby born again.

Another old man died, and saw a big tree again, spring and autumn come, flowers bloom and fall, and experienced a big fire, and the big tree withered, but new buds were emitted on the ground. Fang Shaoyang experienced it again and again, and understood the way of birth, old age, sickness and death again and again, and flowers bloom and fall, and the way of reincarnation is reincarnation.

The Dan Sea turned into a blank, and then turned into a starlight, and then turned into countless villains. A golden light spot slowly grew bigger, transforming again and again, and finally turned into a golden ocean, forming a Dan Sea that was several times or even dozens of times larger than before. The original imperial mirror soared in the middle stage in the early stage, and the late stage of the purple light flashed the holy mirror. Fang Shaoyang experienced the law of reincarnation over and over again. The mid-stage of the holy mirror was still soaring, and finally stopped in the late stage of the holy mirror.

Fang Shaoyang, Fang Shaoyang, wake up, don’t scare us. Cai Lin pulled Fang Shaoyang’s clothes in a little crying voice, and said to Fang Shaoyang, Wolf King, Xuanyuan Zixun also looked at Fang Shaoyang anxiously

At this time, Fang Shaoyang opened his eyes and looked at Cailin, Wolf King, Xuanyuan Zixun, and everything around him, saying in disbelief: I am in Qilin Tower

The two wolves were relieved when they saw Fang Shaoyang awaken. Xuanyuan Zixun said to Fang Shaoyang: Brother Shaoyang, you scared us to death. We just passed through the passage, and you fainted as soon as we walked in, and even vomited a mouthful of blood. Xuanyuan Zixun said to Fang Shaoyang in imitation.

Fang Shaoyang watched as the people recalled what happened in the dream, and told them clearly to the people what happened in the dream just now. The people were shocked when they heard it.

Fang Shaoyang used his spiritual consciousness to explore his Danhai and found that the extremely huge golden ocean of his Danhai. He raised his true energy this time and found that he was already in the late stage of the Holy Mirror.
Chapter completed!