013 Disaster of the Western Jin Dynasty

The pain on his body is enough to make Yang Zifan faint, but he is as stubborn as he knows. Falling down and giving up brings not only death, but also the death of a Taoist heart.

Even if you die, you should take the posture of a winner.

He pinched his hands, and the nine-leaf green lotus in his body ran quickly and planned to make a final attempt, but a powerful figure like a golden fairy would not give him a chance.

The rebound must bring more powerful repression.

The Western Jin Dynasty fairy looked cold and seemed to remember many such people they had met in their lives. Why did they refuse to bow their heads and why they were so unwilling to give up?

As the caretaker of the only way from Cuixin Lake to the mortal world, his cultivation has long been stronger than most of the immortals in the fairyland. For 315 years, he has practiced alone. In the face of all kinds of characters, his Taoist heart has long been as solid as a rock, and water and fire are invulnerable. But when he saw Yang Zifan, who knew that he would face death and still raised his head high with all his strength, his firm Taoist heart had no reason to be in a trance.

Do you really want to kill this teenager?

" Stop."

A sound stopped his gradually closing fingers.

In the gravel, Moke stumbled and straightened up, and a pair of blue eyes stared at the Western Jin Dynasty Immortal without any color. He took a long breath, trying to relieve the pain caused by the yellow phosphorus that had entered his body.

The wind is blowing coldly.

Silently, he glanced at Yang Zifan, who was already like a bloody man, and said, "Who is he? I don't know him."

The Western Jin Dynasty fairy's face moved slightly, and there was no reason for a burst of joy in his heart. He seemed to have found a reason to let Yang Zifan go, but this reason was not enough to explain the situation of the two. His hand loosened slightly, and the clouds on Yang Zifan's body loosened a little.

"You really don't know him?"

"Nonsense, why do my virtual demons want to meet mortals?" Moke scolded that the yellow phosphorus in his body gradually faded under the action of magic gas.

Yang Zifan shook his head vigorously to stop Moke from doing useless actions.

"Really?" The Great Immortal of the Western Jin Dynasty still doesn't believe it.

"I... don't... recognize... him." Moke roared loudly and appeared in front of Yang Zifan, grabbing his heart with one claw.

Yang Zifan tried his best to wink at him, but everything was sad.

Mok's determination is so great.

Such a strong method is bound to save Yang Zifan, but there is only one way for him to face.

"No!" Yang Zifan shook his head desperately.

The yellow light occupied his body. He was saved by the Western Jin Dynasty, but Mo Ke was directly hit by the yellow light and smashed into the ruins.

"Alas." Seeing the blue prohibition, the old man sighed and said to himself, "For the sake of the people of the world, sacrifice is necessary."

His figure slowly dissolved into the blue ban and swam to a bright place under the ban.

Four thunderballs surrounded him.

"Let the virtual world and the mortal world be isolated! The people of Cuixin Lake, don't blame me for leading the war here and sacrificing you, so that the outside world will be safe. No one can shake his firmness.

"Old man, I can't go back."

He left the last sentence and swam quickly towards the bright light, and the thunderbolt around him flashed.

Under the rock wall, Yang Zifan, who was wrapped in yellow light, clenched his fists tightly, and the magic in the distance remained motionless.

"Why do you want to save me again?" He silently turned his head down.

The immortals of the Western Jin Dynasty are all in their eyes, but he is unwilling to destroy a descendant he appreciates. As long as the stain is erased, he will always be given time to correct it.

"It's only to blame you for coming to a place you shouldn't have come." He said to Moke in the ruins, with a drop of orange luster shining between his fingers.

flashed, and the luster floated into the sky and fell towards Mo Ke.

"No!" Yang Zifan shouted loudly in his heart. Somewhere in the depths of his mind seemed to be affected by his emotions. Something gushed out of that place and the severe pain occupied his head, but he seemed to know that only this thing could save himself. Even if the severe pain made him fall into a brink of a coma, even if the severe pain made him feel Swallowed.

He ignored it and looked forward to it. He let go of his body and let it gallop in his body.

"I will return life and death to nothing, the so-called false.

I will return the past to nothing, the so-called virtual.

I limit myself to the world, the so-called virtual.

It is unintentional, spontaneously from the heart, and it is powerful.

I don't know who was chanting the spell. Yang Zifan stood up, and the orange prohibition disappeared invisible, and the corners of his mouth moved.

The voice in his mouth gradually increased, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

The Great Immortal of the Western Jin Dynasty was shocked: "What kind of person are you in the virtual world?"

"I am nothing, and what I want, I have nowhere to do, and I want the family..." The continuous spells kept coming from his mouth, and the faint green light floated around from his body.

The Western Jin Dynasty Dynasty woke up from surprise and shouted, "What a big guy."

With a wave of fingers, the clouds in the sky came down.

Yang Zifan's eyes were closed at this time, his left and right index fingers and thumbs were linked, and the flush on his face quickly gathered in the center of his eyebrows, as if the spell had raised his cultivation to an incredible extent.

The flying clouds dissipated one after another, and the spell in his suddenly opened his eyes was still the same: "If it is nothingness, how can we disturb each other?"

The next moment, Yang Zifan strangely appeared in front of the Western Jin Dynasty Immortal and stretched out his hands forward. The Western Jin Dynasty Immortal seemed to be unaware of it. His palms into his chest were filled with blood.

The Western Jin Dynasty fairy looked at this scene in a daze and pointed to Yang Zifan and said, "Who the hell are you?"

Yang Zifan did not move, shrinking his hand and stretching out his hand. The face of the Great Fairy of the Western Jin Dynasty changed greatly into a thick cloud and fled to the sky. He did not chase him. His face was flushed with his legs, and his eyes fell into the rocks.

Everything happened so strange that no one knows what happened.

At the same time, a large amount of lightning gushed out of the blue prohibition between the scars on the rock wall.

The rumble of thunder is not in my ears.

The blue ban, which has not been reflected for thousands of years, bursts from it, and the chaotic luster splashes everywhere, making a dazzling blue light, which makes people unable to see.

The night is like day, but it is bright but scary.

The residents living under the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty fled under the eye-catching blue light.

The dark night sky above the blue light also flashed a large amount of thunder at the same time, and a majestic voice came from the rumble of thunder: "Are you really going to turn him off?"

"I have made up my mind." The old man's voice came from the thunder.

After the sound, the thunder shook, just like tens of millions of drums, and the earth began to shake, and the cliffs that had stood for thousands of years faded away in the blue light like a breeze.

The cliffs have turned into the land, revealing how many acres of vast land.

Such spectacular miracles are only covered by blue light, and no one can see them.

The time lasted for a long time.

The vibration of the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty shocked the guards of Cuixin Palace, and the owner of Cuixin Palace rushed to the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty with a large number of masters at the first time.

After staying here, I only saw that the original cliff disappeared into a thousand mu of grassland, the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty disappeared, and the connection between Cuixin Lake and the mortal world was completely blocked.

Everyone was shocked, and Lan Yi, the owner of the Cuixin Palace, ordered to seal the passage to the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty and not to spread the news.

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In the grassland thousands of miles away from the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty, a teenager said to himself, "Who are you?"

Mo Ke closed his eyes in front of him and his breath was smooth.

The teenager looked at the sky, turned his head and looked at the other side, frowning tightly. On that side, a bald old man lay on the grass with black all over his body, with more air intake and less air.

The teenager thought for a while and seemed to have made a decision. He said to himself, "When Moke wakes up, let him kill you."

When it comes to killing, there is no hesitation on his face.

He looked at Moke in a daze and looked at the old man in a daze.

Then he looked at the sky. Whenever there were clouds fluttering in the sky, he was shocked and moved the two to another place, as if the clouds could eat him.

Every time the clouds float away, he came out, crossed his waist and pointed to the sky and scolded for a while. He was tired and sleepy. Then he pulled out the grass on the ground in a daze and said, "I will return life and death to nothing, it doesn't matter what is, I will return the past to nothing, the so-called nothing..." As he read, he danced and was extremely crazy.

It's also strange that the teenager didn't eat or drink, so he moved left and right on the grassland.

January passed, and one day he suddenly stared at the twinkling stars in the sky and said to himself, "Mom, I saw my star."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of a lot of sad things and burst into tears.

Another month passed, the young man beside him woke up. The teenager looked at him in a daze and said happily, "You woke up, haha, wake up, it's very good." He applauded and danced.

The young man looked suspicious and said, "What's wrong with Yang Zifan?"

Yang Zifan? Who is Yang Zifan? The teenager grabbed his head, and his pure eyes were full of doubts. After thinking for a moment, he said, "What a familiar name. Who is he, Mo Ke?"

"You?" Moke found something strange, very puzzled, and said tentatively, "Who saved us?"

"Save?" The teenager covered his head and suddenly closed his eyes tightly and said, "What a big blue light, all over the sky. It's scary."

"Are you really crazy? Yang Zifan..." Mo Ke shook the teenager's shoulder vigorously.

The teenager pointed to the sky and said with a smile, "There are meteors and meteors."

Moke finally understood that Yang Zifan was really crazy. Where did the meteor come from in the daytime?

"Moke, look, it's so big, white, blue, red, purple." The teenager pushed Moke away and watched the sky run all the way.

Mo Ke was afraid that he would run away and quickly grabbed him and said, "Do you know Yang Zifan? Yang Zifan, the fairy!"

"My name is Yang Zifan, the fairy Yang Zifan, haha!" The teenager smiled and fell to the ground. The smile on the face is extremely diseous with the performance of the body.

"Hey!" Moke shook his head, and then he found the old man in the grass in the distance.

Angry from his heart, he stood up, appeared with his claws, and was about to kill him.

"Kill, kill! He is a bad guy." The teenager opened his eyes and was in high spirits.

Mo Ke was stunned for a moment and suddenly woke up and scolded himself for almost going wrong. Now Yang Zifan is crazy, and only the old man knows what happened later.

slapped him, and the magic air poured into his body. The old man screamed strangely and slept as if nothing had happened for several months. He jumped up and looked around warily.

"Who, who is it?"

"You!" When he saw the demonic figure in front of him, he was not nervous: "What do you want to do? I don't want to do anything with you."

"What happened next? How did Yang Zifan become like this? Moke walked in step by step and asked. Everything was caused by the old man. If he hadn't wanted to figure out what happened to Yang Zifan, he would have fought with him.

"Yang Zifan?" The old man also looked at the teenager staring at the sky.

Yang Zifan also noticed the old man, frowned and said angrily, "What are you going to do, bad guys? I will kill you."

The old man stepped forward, and Moke stopped him and said, "What are you going to do?"

The old man stared at him and said, "If you want to save him, let me see him."

Moke thought about it and still made way. The old man walked to Yang Zifan and said with a smile, "Little guy, come here and show me."

Yang Zifan stepped back two steps. When the old man saw that he didn't want to come over, he used his magic power to grab him. When Mo Ke saw him, he quickly stood in front of him, took the remaining strength in the old man's hand, and looked at him warily and said, "What do you want to do?"

The old man looked at him and smiled, "The boy from the virtual world, I can't see that you still have a mortal heart. I won't hurt him."

Moke refused to give in.

The old man stretched out his finger and said, "If the old man lies, the sky will thunder."

Mo Ke just got out of the way.

The old man grabbed Yang Zifan and answered his head with his right hand. Yang Zifan stubbornly refused to grab him and moved his body vigorously. The old man's secret trick was to let him sleep obediently. Unexpectedly, Zhenyuan in his body came into contact with his body, and a strong rebound force rushed out of himself.

"Ouch." The old man fell to the ground and nibbled full of grass.

"Evil door, really evil door." The old man stood up and rubbed the painful place. He was a little surprised. The force that had just rebounded was probably at the level of immortality.

"What can I do?" Moke didn't see what was going on and asked.

The old man rubbed his body and said, "Try it yourself."

Mo Ke was puzzled and grabbed Yang Zifan. As soon as the magic gas gushed out, he immediately felt that his palm seemed to be placed on a red soldering iron.

"Oh!" With a strange scream, he quickly let go of his hand, and his whole palm was blistered.

"Do you feel it?" The old man said.

Mo Ke's face is solemn, and there seems to be a very powerful breath in Yang Zifan's body. What the hell is going on?

The two looked at each other in con's face.

Perhaps only the power in the cloud can find out the reason. Mo Ke looked at the dark clouds floating in the night, and Yang Zifan hid in fear.

"Today, Yang Zifan has something to do, and our resentment has been broken in other days." Moke said to the old man.

The old man looked at him disdainfully and said, "It's up to you?"

"Yang Zifan, let's go!" Moke went to lead the crazy Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan hid in a pile of grass, grabbed a ring tightly with both hands and said to himself, "The ring bless the ring, don't come."

The ring emits a faint green light under the moonlight, and the three dragon patterns are vivid. From a distance, the small ring is like a stream trickling.

"Rhinoceros Ring." The old man seemed to know the ring, and his eyes were so open that the boss stopped Mo Ke and said, "Xie, you go first."

"Can you stop me?" Moke stared at him angrily.

"I just want to see that ring." The old man stared at what Yang Zifan had in his hand and his face turned pale.

"This is his thing. You want to try it."

"Flop." The old man who looked at the ring suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "The Holy Spirit is on the top, and the younger generation doesn't know how to bump into it."

Mo Ke thought that the old man wanted to rob his things while Yang Zifan was crazy, but he didn't expect such a play, which was very puzzled.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and Yang Zifan quickly hung the ring back into his underwear, clapped his hands and smiled, "Finally left... I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid..."

"Let's go, Yang Zifan, let's find the man who can cure you." Mo Ke pulled Yang Zifan up and walked towards the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty. He didn't know that the gate of the Western Jin Dynasty had been destroyed.

Speaking of leaving, Yang Zifan was obedient and let Mokra walk west.

The old man quickly got up and chased him, "Don't run, don't run."

Mok ignored him.

The old man said helplessly, "I closed the door of the Western Jin Dynasty."

When Moke heard the news, he was stunned and said, "Then I'll open him."

The old man thought for a while and saw that the two were getting farther and farther away. He shouted with a bitter face, "The exact point is that I destroyed it. It's impossible to open it."

"What?" Moke was furious and shouted to fight with the old man.

For a time, the thunder flashed on the grassland, the magic was flying, the claw shadows were rampant, and the fighting was endless. Indirectly, a teenager was clapping and cheering.

This fight took five days and five nights to stop.

The two sides were equally cultivated, and they were exhausted but failed to win or lose.

Moke gasped and calmed down the fatigue caused by his body's long fight. He was a little surprised by the depth of the old man's cultivation. He thought in his heart that he had never met a low hand except the emperor named Chu Huaitian and the emperor Shitian beside him after coming to the mortal world. What the hell is going on?

The old man fell to the ground and was out of breath. He secretly said that if it hadn't been for the Thor chisel, he would have split you over.

The two of them had their own thoughts and knew that they could not do anything about each other, so they opened the skylight and said something.

Moke said, "Hey, why did you go crazy when you saw that ring?"

The old man said, "Don't talk nonsense. That's the ring of the rhinoceros, which can only be possessed by the Holy Spirit."

"Holy God, where did you hear the name?"

"Don't talk nonsense. How can you shout? Be careful of thunder."

"I think you are already an immortal, how can you believe in the things of gods and ghosts?"

"Nonsense, don't argue with the Holy Spirit as a ghost."

The two fought hard and bickered again. You said one word to me, but the sky was dark.

Yang Zifan covered his ears impatiently, squatted on the ground, and watched the ants crawling around under his feet. The grass shook with the wind, and the outside world had nothing to do with him.

In the world, there was only himself. He suddenly felt very happy and squatted quietly on the ground like a child reprimanded by his parents looking for his own safe place.