014 ending?

Each has its own destination and its own life. Yang Zifan smiled brightly and snapped his fingers and said, "Okay, let's go!"

The Queen Mother of the West took him to the star platform.

The star disks made of countless gears are in the air, and the gears and gears are so magnificent that people dare not look directly at each other.

Yang Zifan looked at it quietly.

The Queen Mother of the West said, "This is the origin of the fairyland. They were there at the beginning of heaven and earth, but unfortunately, they still haven't realized the meaning of their existence. Let's go!"

The Queen Mother of the West led the way to the middle of the star platform, which was made of three crescent-shaped gears, with a bronze bell with pure white light hanging in the middle of the middle gear.

"The Emperor's Armor is in it." The Queen Mother of the West looked at Lingxi Bell with awe. For a god like her, the star platform gave her better feelings than ordinary people.

"Don't you go in and have a look?" Yang Zifan asked.

"A great sage has banned it, and only mortals can enter." The Queen Mother of the West did not hide the secret on the rhinoceros bell.

Yang Zifan asked again, "Daxian, who is it?"

The Queen Mother of the West said, "You have a lot of problems." She didn't seem to want to mention that man.

Yang Zifan grinned and said, "It's natural that people are going to die. Then, I'll go." He raised his head and smiled and turned into a touch of blue light and integrated into the rhinoceros bell.

This space is not large. To be precise, it is a stone room, a very simple stone room. There are not too many artificial decorations. There is only a stone platform and a futon.

There is a set of gold armor hanging on the stone platform, and there is an ink painting behind the stone platform.

There is only one back in the painting, which gradually fades between the mountains. Yang Zifan said to himself that this may be the great sage. Then he walked to the stone platform and reached for the set of gold armor. Suddenly, a sound came from the hot stone room behind his head.

"Let's talk about it!"

"Good!" Yang Zifan sat cross-legged on the futon.

"I knew you would come here. Have you ever regretted it?"

Yang Zifan didn't know who was talking and said with a faint smile, "I have never regretted it. If I want to say regret, I can only say that I shouldn't have too much."

"Is too much important to you?"

"Yes, there is no pursuit of life, which is the only reason why I feel that I am still alive. Since I chose it, I can't regret it."

"Even if you give your life, you will not hesitate?"

"As a monk, I failed, but as a mortal monk, I think I have succeeded. It's enough to carry my pursuit with my life."

"Have you ever hated anything?"

"Yes, I hate my low cultivation, I hate that I can't do anything, I hate that I can't save them."

"Why do you hate yourself?"

"I just want to be the sea, it is a small boat."

"Have you ever been jealous?"

"Yes, when I was a child, I was jealous that my children had their own parents. When I entered the Tianyuan School, I was jealous that Mingyue had a good mother. When I grew up, I was jealous that Si Nanxiao had a good lover. After coming to the fairyland, I was jealous of the unshakable cultivation of the gods."

"Everyone says that because of hatred, why don't they have them in your hatred?"

"Is it necessary?" Yang Zifan smiled and stood up with his hands: "Okay, I have to go to do something."

"Don't you wonder who I am?" The voice said again.

"What's the need?"

Yang Zifan walked to the high platform.

"What do you want to do in the afterlife?"

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and Yang Zifan smiled bitterly, "Be a man." After saying that, there was no hesitation to put on the golden armor.

The rhinocer bell shook.

The sound of bang spread across the star platform, floated across the fairyland, and fell into the mortal world. This sound from ancient times could be heard in both heaven and earth. The master of Tianning Temple looked up at the swaying Tianning Zhong and closed his eyes silently.

"Awoo..."

A long roar shook the star platform, and a touch of blue light rushed out of the rhinoceros bell and went straight to the sky.

A Xuanzi in the fairy palace has just walked out of his mansion and thought leisurely that today's sky seems to be too blue and a little green.

The cyan was getting thicker and thicker. He narrowed his eyes and his face changed dramatically. A cyan beam of light in the sky swooped down.

"Boom."

In the loud noise, the wall of the big house given by the Emperor of Heaven collapsed, and a Xuanzi climbed out of the ruins and patted the ashes on his body. He looked solemnly at the house that turned into flat ground and scolded, "Who, who is it?"

"Oye!"

A proud voice came from the ruins.

A Xuanzi quickly turned his head and chased after nothing.

"Hey...haha..."

came with sneer, and the laughing people seemed to laugh one after another and couldn't straighten up.

Yi Xuanzi turned his spiritual consciousness and chased after him, and there was still nothing.

The laughter was still the same, and he used his magic power to grab a figure and didn't even find it.

......

This has been the case ten times in a row. Yi Xuanzi was a little afraid. He quietly moved to the direction of the bedroom of the Heavenly Emperor. As a popular person beside the Heavenly Emperor, he knew his strength very well and did not find the other party ten times in a row. The other party's cultivation was more than one level higher than his own. Such a character is definitely a god-level enemy in the fairyland. I can't afford it.

Papa.

A brick flew over and hit Yi Xuanzi's head accurately, which made him cry.

"Ah...hehe..."

The dull laughter sounded behind his back. Yi Xuanzi turned around and saw a man in gold armor squatting in the distance and laughing so much that he couldn't stand up.

"I don't know who the senior is?" Yi Xuanzi did not dare to endure the pain on his head and respectfully saluted the golden armor man.

"Senior...Hahaha...Senior..." The golden armor man barely stood up and laughed, leaning forward and backward, and simply squatted on the ground.

The laughter made Xuanzi's hair stand on end. He did not dare to stay here and quickly walked towards the lotus pond where the Emperor of Heaven was located.

Jinjia man smiled almost with a long sigh of relief and shook his head and said, "I haven't kowtowed yet. I want to leave."

"I suck." With one mouth, a Xuanzi who escaped was like a plaything, fell to the ground and rolled ashes.

Yi Xuanzi was angry, but he still suppressed his anger and stood up to the golden armor: "Why did the senior play the boy like this?"

"Senior..." The golden man almost laughed again.

Yi Xuanzi looked carefully at him and tried to recognize who the Jinjia man was, but he wore Jinlin armor and a golden helmet on his head. He wrapped everything except his eyes and really couldn't recognize who it was.

And this armor is not like the fairy armor of the fairyland, like ordinary armor in the mortal world. Except for the golden scales, the two red flags behind the armor are eye-catching. Xuanzi wants to see some strange things from the two red flags, but there is nothing about this in his mind. Memories of armor.

It's just that those eyes are disdainful, unyielding and stubborn, and such eyes seem to have been seen.

The golden armor man raised his hands and said, "It's you who hit it."

Wave your hand.

"Papa!" With two crisp sounds, Xuanzi was slapped twice without any room for response. He covered his face and said angrily, "Who the hell are you?"

The golden armor man pointed to the sky and pointed to the ground and whispered, "In the sky and underground, the son of the Yang family is unique."

"Yang Zifan." Yi Xuanzi's face turned pale. He didn't believe that Yang Zifan could become so powerful in just a few days.

"It's impossible. You can't change so much in a short time."

Yang Zifan looked at him coldly and said with a smile, "You might as well try."

Yi Xuanzi burst into a body of cultivation, and the air wave formed by the powerful immortal cultivation raised broken bricks and rubble on the ground, hitting the walls that had not completely collapsed.

Yang Zifan was unmoved. He clearly felt how far his cultivation had reached now. He wanted to see Xuanzi despair in front of him.

A Xuanzi moved under his feet, and his hands quoted the means of torture Yang Zifan at the beginning. Yang Zifan clearly felt that the blood in his body gushed out a piece of ice. How could the powerful green lotus qi give him a chance? The cold ice gas only appeared in his body and was evaporated and disappeared.

A Xuanzi realized that his fairy art had no effect and immediately turned his palm and patted a piece of ice flow. The ice flow roared like a dragon and swept the whole ruins. Everything was frozen into ice and shattered in the cold wind.

However, the ice flow swept over Yang Zifan but brushed his face like a breeze. He flicked the ice on the golden armor and said slowly, "If you don't use the real move, you will die miserably."

Xuanzi withdrew with a solemn face and slowly pulled out a black scroll from the air. The scroll was old, but the hidden power on it was not to be underestimated.

"Yang Zifan, why didn't you open this book that day?"

Yang Zifan recognized at a glance that the black scroll was the mortal book placed in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion that day. His heart was cold and he knew that the other party was calculating himself at the beginning, so he said, "What's the beauty of a book?"

Yi Xuanzi said coldly, "Don't you want to see what the mortal book looks like?"

Yang Zifan pointed to his head with a laugh and said, "It's all here. Why look at it?"

After taking out the scroll, Yi Xuanzi seemed to have increased his confidence a lot and sneered, "You didn't die under the mortal book that day. Today you will die in the book of withered faces."

As soon as the palm moved, the scroll separated, and a large gray light poured out.

The Book of Withered Face is one of the three artifacts in the fairy world. The soul of the illuminated person will be locked and then the body will be tired. It can be said that it is the most murderous magic weapon in the fairy world.

If it can definitely see immortals kill immortals and people kill people on weekdays, but unfortunately it meets a figure like the emperor of heaven, Yang Zifan looked directly at the book of the withered face and sneered, "Just this broken light, watch me fly him away."

After saying that, the gray light actually flew back in the air. The book of dry face was illuminated by its own fearing light and immediately ignited.

Yi Xuanzi was shocked and quickly threw away the book of dry face. Yang Zifan stood opposite and smiled and said, "What other magic weapon is there? Use it quickly."

The Book of Dead Face, one of the three artifacts in the fairy world, unexpectedly destroyed Xuanzi on one side. He suddenly woke up and realized that he could not defeat him, but he could not let himself go, so he decided to fight to the death.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the fairy power in his body turned into a slender sword between his hands. As soon as he picked it up to Yang Zifan's heart, Yang Zifan took a step to move his left and split his hand to the sword body. Xuanzi raised his sword with a softly. The ice attribute immortal air attached to the sword body gushed out, and the two suddenly became a thick fog around them. The world. Yang Zifan took a step back and almost avoided the tip of the sword. Yi Xuanzi interrupted the sword and stabbed it out.

With his Xuanxian's cultivation, few immortals could catch it in any sword fairyland on weekdays. When Yang Zifan suddenly stretched out his hand, accurately clamped the tip of the sword with two fingers and punched Xuanzi's left eye.

The sound of ice breaking came, and a Xuanzi turned into a fog and appeared behind Yang Zifan. The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, with the supreme fairy formula. Everything around the two people was frozen in the moment of stabbing, and the outstretched sword seemed to be shuttling through the ice.

Yang Zifan in front of him suddenly disappeared in the distance when the sword arrived, only smelling a loud shout, and his big fist had hit Xuanzi's left eye.

Yi Xuanzi was in pain, and his swords turned out. At the same time, he shouted, "The frost boundary."

"

The air also froze at this moment. Yang Zifan's fist stopped halfway, and Xuanzi hit him with an angry face. When the sword passed, Yang Zifan's frozen figure disappeared like a ghost. He only heard a series of footsteps on the right. Before Xuanzi could react, his face had been firmly kicked, and his whole body was hit by a huge force and flew out to break the ice boundary.

Yang Zifan shouted happily, picked up a Xuanzi who had fallen in the ruins, looked at him and said, "Didn't you say a month? Do you still fight?"

Yang Zifan just took only 20% of his strength and almost kicked Xuanzi. He took a long breath and had no idea of resisting.

Yang Zifan looked at his gloomy look and suddenly felt very bored. He threw him to the ground and laughed, "I thought you were a powerful person, but I didn't expect you to have such backbone. Do you have the courage to fight again?"

Yi Xuanzi collapsed on the ground and couldn't lift any strength. The book of the dead face that he could rely on was destroyed by Yang Zifan. What other chance did he have?

Yang Zifan spit on him and said coldly, "Xuanxian, Xuanxian, where is your Taoist heart?"

Yi Xuanzi said, "Kill me!"

Yang Zifan said, "I won't kill you."

"I don't understand why you want to kill someone."

Yi Xuanzi said, "Only you want to kill."

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "Why, why did you kill me the first time you saw me?"

Yi Xuanzi looked at the sky and closed his eyes silently and said, "You don't remember, just don't remember."

"What did you say?"

Yi Xuanzi was no longer motionless, and a touch of red flowed on his forehead. Yang Zifan was shocked and looked around.

"Who killed him?"

No one responded in the ruins. Yang Zifan sighed and picked up Xuanzi and put him down a relatively flat place. He turned around and looked at the court covered by clouds and fog not far away.

The movement is so big that no fairy came here, which must be the reason for that person.

Yang Zifan slowly floated to the sky and fell into a courtyard.

He said he would kill him in front of Nantianmen that day, but today he really came. He looked at some thin middle-aged people in the pavilion and wondered what hatred he had with him.

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Yang Zifan's golden armor. His slender face was a little surprised. The wind blew, and the red flag sounded, blowing the white clothes of the middle-aged man into the lotus pond behind the courtyard, and the lotus leaves shook.

The two had a sword handle that happened to divide the distance between them.

"We have no hatred." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, which was very direct, but the majesty in his tone did not allow people to resist, which was a momentum of people who often held high positions.

Yang Zifan looked at the hilt of the sword and then at the middle-aged man and said, "No?"

"Do you have it?"

"No?"

"Why? I'm just asking."

"The black knife is dead?"

"Dead."

"There is a reason."

"Is there a reason?"

"There is."

"How about a minute? I have to change my pool of lotus flowers. It's not good to break it.

"Okay, I feel good about the lotus."

"It's a pity that I think they look better here. Why don't we play in another place?"

"I promise you, I have to use a black knife."

"Whatever, take it, I don't have the habit of using a knife."

"What do you use?"

"Eyes."

"Eyes?"

"Yes."

"Joke, I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe it, fight from heaven."

"Eat me with a knife."

The knife light cut through the sky and followed the white light. One green and one white light entangled together. The fairyland shook, and all kinds of immortals appeared outside the fairy palace to watch the entanglement in the sky.

It's a pity that no matter how they rub their eyes with the French treasure, they can only see blue light and white light.

This battle lasted for three days and nights.

On the fourth morning, when the blue light stopped abruptly, the white light slowly fell, and the black knife turned into a dragon in the air and soared away.

The immortals didn't know who won and who lost, and encouraged the emperor to enter the fairy palace to have a look.

Taishang Laojun walked into the fairy palace with a solemn face.

After a long time, when the immortals almost dozed off, the emperor's compassionate exclaim came from the palace: "The Emperor of Heaven is gone, the Emperor of Heaven is gone."

All the immortals were shocked and rushed into the fairy palace one after another.

In a short time, but seeing all kinds of light flying everywhere, the whole fairyland could hear the immortals shouting: "Emperor, where have you been..."

The Western Queen Mother on Jiuhua Mountain looked at the chaotic situation in the direction of the Fairy Palace with a strange face. Her fingers moved slightly and couldn't calculate the ten hexagrams continuously, but there was no result. She simply closed her eyes and stopped talking.

The old monkey of the Western Pure Land drove his somersault cloud and picked a peach in the fruit forest and shouted, "It's not fun, it's not fun at all."

There was no trace of the circle monk under the tree. There were only circles all over the ground. The big and small circles were stacked together and couldn't see the end clearly. After nibbling the peaches, the old monkey looked at the circle on the ground and scolded, "Who are you cursing again?"

In the mortal world, there are no clouds, and the sun in the sky is always high, and a colorful light shines on an unknown mountain. The villagers on the ground saw it and thought it was Buddha's light.

This Buddha's light lasted for three days.

Just a day after the Buddha's light disappeared, a man in white slowly came on a mountain road in Shenzhou at the eastern foot of the fairyland.