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The fairy outside the door was shocked and stretched out her hand to take out her fairy sword. How could Yang Zifan give him a chance to capture her for a moment and ask, "Where is this?"

"Jiu...Jiuhua...Jiuhua Mountain." The fairy was captured in one move and did not dare to be turbulent.

"What's in the hole?" Yang Zifan asked again.

"No...nothing."

Yang Zifan looked into the mouth of the cave and asked, "Is there a dragon roaring wind inside?"

The fairy panicked and said, "No...no."

"Hmm." Yang Zi looked at her coldly, knocked unconscious, and quickly walked into the hole. The same darkness existed in his memory. Yang Zifan secretly suppressed his excitement and walked into the hole. He could faintly see that a pale yellow oil lamp was on in the hole, and he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Yang Zifan was shocked and quickly ran over and said, "Master."

Long Xiaofeng was also shocked. He opened his eyes and looked at Yang Zifan who fell to the ground. He was a little at a loss. That day, he only thought he would never see him again, but today he came.

"Fool, what did you come here for? The Queen Mother of the West knew that something would happen."

He obviously thought that Yang Zifan had broken in, and he was afraid for a while. He was afraid that because he had harmed him, he would curse after a brief shock at the meeting.

Yang Zifan smiled angrily and said, "Master, let's go quickly. The Queen Mother of the West is entangled by Elder Yi Chen."

"What?" Long Xiaofeng couldn't believe that he could go out alive. On the day the Queen Mother of the West caught him, he made up his mind to die. Now he didn't believe the words that he could escape from his apprentice.

"Master, let's go quickly. The Queen Mother of the West is not in the mountain now." Yang Zifan repeated.

Long Xiaofeng said, "Nonsense, where can we go? This world is all theirs. What's the use of escaping?"

Yang Zifan was shocked and wiped his tears and said, "Master, you were not like this before. There will always be a way after going out."

Long Xiaofeng sneered twice, stood up and turned to look at the painting on the rock wall behind him and said, "I was not afraid. Since I saw them, I knew that everything was a game. Who can escape, whether you are the Queen Mother or the Emperor of Heaven, haha... Hahaha..." He stared at the rock wall and laughed loudly.

Yang Zifan thought that Long Xiaofeng was affected by the spell of the Queen of the West. He stood up and said harshly, "Master, what's wrong with you? Did the Queen Mother West do something to you? Tell me that I have returned it to you from her."

Long Xiaofeng turned around and had no smile on his face and said, "Yang Zifan, remember that you must remember what will appear. Only in this way can the sins brought to you by Master end."

Yang Zifan took a step forward, and Long Xiaofeng took a step back and said, "Don't come over. Look, you must watch and promise me." Yang Zifan could only stay where he was and nodded heavily.

Suddenly, Long Xiaofeng turned around and hit the wall. His brain splashed everywhere and blood flowed.

Yang Zifan was shocked: "No." He rushed forward, but everything was late. Long Xiaofeng died and hit the rock wall. He couldn't believe that it was true. He picked up Long Xiaofeng and cried, "Master, Master, don't scare me. I'm here to save you. Why are you doing this... Why!"

No one can answer him.

The painting on the rock wall stained with the blood of Long Xiaofeng began to change. The light lit up from the four corners, and the light melted and illuminated everything in the cave. Yang Zifan painfully wiped away his tears. He knew that Long Xiaofeng died just to leave something for himself. He couldn't let the master die in vain. He looked up at the golden light. Everything.

A string of strange fonts floated through the light and broke, turning into a large piece of gold powder and fell on him. Yang Zifan looked at it with tears. Those gold powders returned to their previous appearance in his mind. In a flash, he unexpectedly came to the realm of the nine heavens. There were no more white clouds in the sky, but pieces, a string of unknown. How many golden fonts are there? He looked at them from beginning to end, from beginning to end, and then he understood, and he understood.

He lowered his head, disappeared into the realm of nine days, picked up the cold body in his arms and stood up.

"This guy's bones are hard enough." Yang Zifan didn't seem to hear another person's voice in the cave. He walked out of the cave and slowly walked to the top of Jiuhua Mountain. There was no trace of a fairy guard along the way, but the voice followed him all the time.

"Don't struggle, follow me, become what the master wants, and then everything is yours. What you lose can get back, and what you die can come back alive, as long as you want."

That's a dark sound, which is very powerful. However, Yang Zifan walked firmly and walked to the top of the mountain step by step. Finally, Tianzhu appeared in front of him. He walked under the Tianzhu and gently put the body of Long Xiaofeng on the clean ground next to him. Then he turned around to dig up the earth hard. His face was not sad or happy without any expression, which was so silent that it was scary.

"You should know that my strength is less than that of my master. I'm afraid that my strength is less than 10,000th of his. As long as you want, my position can be given to you. You and I are the same kind of person. Think about it, others don't have such conditions. Time is running out."

Yang Zifan dug the pit and carefully put the body in the pit. Standing outside the pit silently closed his eyes and automatically covered the body and slowly formed a mound. He took a deep breath and looked sideways at the annoying sky pillar on both sides and kicked it on the jade pillar on the right side. The jade pillar collapsed. He resisted and went straight. On the new tomb, he erased the words above with his fingers and engraved four words - the tomb of Long Xiaofeng.

The voice in his ear was still the same. He suddenly opened it and said coldly, "Shut up."

The dark voice disappeared. He turned around and walked down Jiuhua Mountain. On the mountain, he saw a new grave and a lonely pillar standing on the left, which fell down when Yang Zifan disappeared on the mountain road.

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A day later, outside the lotus pond of the Fairy Palace, Yang Zifan stood in the courtyard and shouted, "Come out, come out."

The empty courtyard is still the same except for the white lotus.

"Don't pretend to be there for me. I know you're not dead. Come out. I want to ask you for help."

There is still no movement.

"If you don't come out, I will destroy this pool of lotus flowers. At that time, you will lose the bottom and blame me if you lose the root."

He went to the lotus pond and looked at a budding lotus flower and wanted to cast a spell.

"Alas." But at this time, he interrupted him with a sigh: "You said you wouldn't disturb my last time again."

"I regret it." Yang Zifan turned around and looked at the empty corridor.

"What did you do with me? That pool of lotus didn't provoke you." A middle-aged man in white faded out from the depths of the corridor, but the Emperor of Heaven disappeared after the duel that day.

Yang Zifan looked at him and said seriously, "Are you really going to die?"

The emperor laughed and said, "Of course." He answered easily, as if death didn't matter to him.

"Why?" Yang Zifan looked at him seriously.

The Emperor of Heaven was stunned for a moment and said, "You don't seem to have the habit of asking such a question before."

Yang Zifan said, "People will always change. Do you know what will happen when you go there?"

The Emperor of Heaven said, "I won't care about what happened later. All I know is that my life has arrived."

Yang Zifan said, "Life is your own. Can't you control it?"

The corners of the emperor's mouth pulled a warm luster on his face and looked at a pool of lotus and said, "Many years ago, there was a young man in the three-layer fairyland who was young but had low cultivation. He wanted to be called the most powerful person in the sky. One night, someone asked him if he wanted you to realize his wish, but when he needed you, you had to He died, and then the teenager agreed, and then everything came true. He promised that he had to do it.

Yang Zifan's heart was cold. He sighed and knew that he could not persuade him. He asked, "Are the three heavenly emperors before all like this?"

The Emperor turned his head and looked at him and said, "I don't know how they are, but I'm afraid it's probably the case. No one can get to this position, and you can't go anywhere..."

Yang Zifan said, "What's your business to do with me? Do you know what will happen here after you die?"

The Emperor of Heaven smiled and said, "We don't have to argue with different beliefs. Do you remember what you did when you were a child?"

"When I was a child?" Yang Zifan really can't remember what happened when he was a child. Today, he intends to persuade the Emperor of Heaven not to go to the land of eternal disaster. When the fourth Immortal Emperor falls into it, it will be when he comes out. He doesn't want to see that. Now the dragon closest to the truth has disappeared, he can only drag the Emperor of Heaven not to go there on the agreed date.

The Emperor looked at him and said, "Don't think about it. You don't have to think about it. You can't stop me, and you have no reason."

"Isn't it enough to let him out?" Yang Zifan said.

"The scourge, how do you know that he is a scourge? The monk is the first to cultivate his mind. What will happen to such a man? Besides, he gave me a heart when it was time to return him. The Emperor of Heaven is very resolute.

Yang Zifan laughed coldly, "What a poor person."

The Emperor of Heaven looked at him and smiled, "So do you. Think about what happened when you were a child." After saying that, he disappeared into the corridor.

Yang Zifan was stunned for a moment and couldn't remember what happened when he was a child. He looked up and saw a star straight up to the sky. The eternal disaster in the east slowly crossed the sky. His heart trembled and he suddenly remembered something.

The woman in white holding herself and watching the meteor, the meteor flying across the sky...

He suddenly raised his head and chased him to the sky, chasing the rising star into the territory of eternal disaster. The first time I saw the land of eternal disaster so close, it was an extremely beautiful planet. The red planet was surrounded by three circles of different colors of light, which were left by the three emperors. Now when the stars in front of them fall, there will be another one on it.

"You stop. He shouted, "Am I without my parents? That woman in white is not my mother."

The light of the stars faded to reveal a slightly smiling face. It was the Emperor of Heaven. He turned around and rushed into the place of eternal disaster. The white light rose to the sky, and the huge waves caused Yang Zifan to turn over several times. Those lights scattered like drops of water to form a fourth circle of glory.

An old voice came.

"Oc's it, it's time."

Yang Zifan scolded at the new pure white aperture: "You idiot, fool, you sold yourself for your mother's bullshit dream, you idiots, you are all idiots..."

He shouted for a long time, tired of shouting, and sat in the air in vain.

The old voice came: "Son, come too. It's just you. Your wish has been fulfilled."

Yang Zifan looked coldly at the eternal disaster, laughed and asked, "What if I don't."

"You remember what you said on the hillside when you were a child. The old voice continued.

Yang Zifan said, "Everything I have was given to me by the dragon, and you didn't do anything."

The old paused for a while and said without any emotion, "That's all. Take out your immortal death. I'll continue to choose the next one."

Yang Zifan said again, "Why did you choose us?"

"Love, hate and anger, I need four such hearts to find Taoism."

Yang Zifan asked, "There are not four people now. Why do you have to choose the next one?"

"There should be three people. When one person fell into my body, he was afraid of retreating, so I had to talk about love, aangst and infatuation."

Yang Zifan sneered and said, "Then I hate it. If I die here, I'm afraid it's exactly what you want. If I die, I will die far away, so that you can't see it. It's not enough."

"Haha, joke." He suddenly appeared beside Yang Zifan and laughed: "The master is everywhere for the world. Where can you hide? Why don't I kill you now?"

"Retire in the dark, child, do you know that the Taoist heart I need is voluntary?" The old voice shouted dark.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "I only have love in my heart, and there is no hatred. Jiuye Qinglian is the pure and upright place of heaven and earth, and there is no hatred you said."

The old voice asked, "Do you think so?"

He looked at him secretly with his hands in his arms.

Yang Zifan's heart ached. He knew that he did have a heart, a resentful heart, and there was incomparable hatred behind his smile. He no longer hated and hated his life all the time.