Die, die...

Meng Fan clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, and there was only one thought in his heart.

However, the development of the matter just backfired. Countless bright yellow light spots appeared in the air again and slowly reconverged into the body of the demon man. He was still intact, but his face became a little red.

"Meng Fan, you are really strong and smart. It's amazing to expect me to appear behind you!" He floated in the air and slapped, "However, except for the power enablers of the seven elements of the world, wood, earth and gold, are all immune to physical attacks. Therefore, no matter how fierce your attack is, it won't hurt me. Let's die obediently."

Meng Fan stared at him without saying a word, as if he was about to spit fire in his eyes.

'Drink!'

In the night, Meng Fan jumped high again, dripping with blood, scattered on the ground drop by drop, and the faint blue light of the magic sword reflected his desperate face and determined back.

My beloved Qian'er and brothers, I, Meng Fan, will go first!

I, Meng Fan, lost my parents since I was a child and grew up in an orphanage. It was you who let me know the meaning of life. It's worth it with you in my life!

Qianer, I will definitely marry you in the next life, brothers, see you in the next life.

In the sky, a dazzling light suddenly exploded. In the blue and yellow light, Meng Fan's body was thrown high and fell heavily.

"Boom!"

Meng Fan fell to the ground heavily and opened his eyes slightly. The stars in the sky immediately came into his eyes, so beautiful.

I hope that in the next life, I can lie on the grass in the village and enjoy the beautiful night sky together.

His eyes slowly closed, the sky and the world gradually drifted away, and the last trace of consciousness in his mind were stripped from his body. Meng Fan's head suddenly sank down and finally fell into chaos, and a smile on his blood-stained face had not yet solidified.

"Meng Fan!" Mo Yu's huge body trembled. The battles just now were so short that he had not fully reacted.

"Meng Fan!"

"Brother Meng!"

Qin Wanyong and Tang Ji also rushed over. They looked at the empty and anxious battlefield and found that Meng Fan was powerless to lie in the center of the battlefield. They did not know whether to live or die, and they all rushed to the field crazily.

"Ant, two more ants!" Thor smiled evilly and opened his hands. Two long and narrow lightnings formed in an instant and shot at Qin Wanyong and Tang Ji respectively.

'hong-hong——'

The roar of thunder and lightning was deafening. Qin Wanyong and Tang Ji were completely within the bombardment range of thunder and lightning. At their speed, there was no possibility of dodge at all.

Life and death are only between the front line.

Suddenly, the space seemed to be frozen. The two lightnings quietly stopped on Qin Wanyong and Tang Ji's head, only a dozen centimeters away from the top of their heads, and the two maintained a running posture, motionless like a clay statue.

Thor carried his hands, and the evil smile on his face had solidified. The sand and dust that had just been bombarded by lightning suspended around his body and condensed in the air.

At this time, a white-haired old man slowly stamped out of the dark, holding a carved dragon crutch, bowed his body slightly, and walked trembling, as if a breeze could blow him down.

"I really miss it!" He walked to Meng Fan's side, picked up the magic sword on the ground, rubbed the sword body, and a tear quietly dripped from the wrinkled corners of his eyes.

"Master, where are you?" After a while, he looked up at the sky, full of vicissitudes of life.

I don't know whether to ask Changtian, the master, or himself.

"The name of the sword is trapped in the demon. The sword used by the master from 17 to 139 years old. The sword contains a sword spirit, named Xianxian." After a while, the old man rubbed the magic sword again.

"xian xian, come out and see me!"

Suddenly, the old man stopped his right hand at the hilt of the sword, and his face was frighten. When he fell into the magic sword, it was as bright as the sun.

"Who called me?" Xianxian stretched out and floated out of the sword body. Seeing the old man, she immediately shouted, "Ah, it's you, you're immortal!"

"It's me, Jianling, I haven't seen you for a long time." The old man brushed his long beard and said with a smile.

"Didn't you fly to the divine world?" With her chin on her chin, she asked innocently, "I heard from the new owner that it has been hundreds of millions of years. Are you still here? By the way, hasn't the world of cultivation perished? Why aren't you dead yet?"

"It's hard for me to die, little thing, do you still want me to die?" The old man stretched out his hand to scrape his slender nose, but delicately dodged it.

"Hmm, old man, it turns out that the master liked to bully others when he was there, but now it's still the same! I'll ignore you." After saying that, Xianxian turned around and was about to fly back into the sword.

"Is Meng Fan your master? He seems to be going to die." The old man knocked on the ground in front of Meng Fan with a crutch to remind the fiber.

"What does it have to do with me?" Xianxian snorted and said, "I just want to help the master fight. It's not my fault that he lost. It's just that he won't use me."

"You, there are too many experienced masters. Are you used to death?" The old man raised his crutch and gently clicked it. This time, the fiber seemed to be bound by something and could no longer move. The old man easily touched his little nose.

"I'm different." The old man continued, "Since he entered the ethereal realm, I can clearly feel that he has the inheritance of a master. As a senior brother, I must not sit back and watch him die."

After saying that, the old man bent down and quietly looked at Meng Fan, looking a little lonely.

"What a lucky boy. He can get the inheritance of the master. He is also a stupid boy. His body is full of aura, but he doesn't know how to use it at all. Meng Fan, wake up quickly." He stretched out his finger and gently touched Meng Fan's forehead. The strange color light was like a seven-color flower, blooming on Meng Fan's forehead, exuding a warm and soft breath.

"Hey--" The old man sighed and said to himself, "Please forgive me. I'm used to being the guardian of time. The skills you taught are no longer proficient."

As soon as his voice fell, the seven-colored flowers suddenly rotated around the stamens and gradually merged into Meng Fan's forehead.

"Cough..." Meng Fan's chest fluctuated up and down and coughed violently.

"Meng Fan, you finally woke up." The old man said with a smile.

Meng Fan suddenly sat up, spread his hands, looked at his palm in a stunned way, and muttered, "I, I'm not dead yet?"

"It's not dead." The old man stood up tremblingly with a walking stick and squinted his eyes to look at Meng Fan.

"Who are you?" Meng Fan jumped up and looked extremely alert.

"I'm the guardian of time, Longkong." The old man coughed and said lonelyly, "This is the name given by the master. I don't need it for too long."

"Guardian of Time?" Meng Fan remembered that in the dream when he first got the power, there were two people around the silver armored man, Song Qing, the guardian of the space, and one was the white-haired old man in front of him.

"What's wrong with them?" At this time, Meng Fan noticed that everything around him was still. Thor, Qin Wanyong, Tang Ji, Moyu, all of them seemed to be a statue, all frozen in the air.

"It's time." The white-haired old man who calls himself Longkong said, "As a guardian of time, I naturally have the ability to static time."

"Thunder, you can't let Thor live!" Meng Fan suddenly stared at the solidified Thor. When he fell into the magic sword, he suddenly burst into blue, cut through the sky and shot straight into Thor's throat.

Unexpectedly, the magic sword shot only a few meters, and it also solidified in the air.

"Meng Fan, don't worry." Longkong said, "Time is fair. Outside the range of five meters, all time is still. If the magic sword exceeds this range, it is naturally constrained by time stillness."

"No matter who you are, please help me kill him!" Meng Fan stared at the dragon sky, word by word, with an extremely serious look.

If Thor does not die, Qian'er will die, and more than a dozen brothers will die. Therefore, Thor must die, even if he dies with him.

"I'm sorry, Meng Fan." The old man brushed his long beard and said, "I am one of the two guardians next to the God King. I can only be a bystander and cannot interfere in human affairs. If you hadn't been inherited by the master, I wouldn't have risked breaking the iron law to save you. Meng Fan, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, the old man turned around and slowly walked to the shadow. As he walked, he said, "Meng Fan, don't be blinded by the appearance. Use the eyes in your heart and remember my words."