126 Magic Realm

Fang couldn't hear that Master Tie said that he was finally dust. He was discolored and angry. He cut off his head with a sword. Then he turned around and forced Wang Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise he would cut off his head like an iron master.

In fact, he didn't want to kill Master Iron with a sword at the beginning, and he didn't want to kill Wang Fan so soon. He originally wanted to take it back and give it to his nephew Fang Tian to show his prestige, but it was strange that the Iron Master couldn't speak. He was talking about his scars, which made him angry and almost lost his reason, so he cut his anger with a sword.

Although a true person seeks immortality, he will almost eventually return to the dust. This is a natural law and an eternal truth. Naturally, he also knows it, but whenever someone mentions it, he will be very angry. It is not that he is afraid of death, but reminds him of the eldest brother who has always been on his head.

As a Jindan monk, Fang Wuji has at least 800 years of life, while as a brother, Fang can't have a maximum life of 500 years. How can this make him happy? Therefore, he is determined to catch up with the eldest brother, but he doesn't know the reason for his qualifications or other unknown reasons. After building the foundation, no matter how hard he works, he can't make an inch. Every time he breaks through the middle of the foundation, he fails at a critical moment.

At the beginning, Fang Wuji was quite concerned about his cultivation. Even once or twice, he sent extremely precious elixir and personally protected the Dharma. However, as time went by, Fang Wuji was gradually disappointed with him. In addition, Fang Tian appeared later, and Fang Wuji immediately put all his energy on Fang Tian.

He seemed to be suddenly abandoned by his parents who had always been obedient. He struggled in his heart and felt great pain. Fortunately, Feiyumen, for the sake of Fang Wuji, gave him a lot of beauty and let him slowly transfer his energy.

But when he thinks that the eldest brother, who is also a brother, will still be infinitely beautiful after turning himself into dust. He can even break through the bottleneck and go to the next level.

Therefore, as soon as the iron master talked about life and death, his fragile heart immediately became more suspicious. His anger filled him, and his eyes turned blood red. If he didn't kill immediately to relieve his anger, he might be able to go crazy on the spot.

Looking at the appearance of Master Iron and the blood spewing from his cavity, his heart finally calmed down, but he also lost the mood of "cat playing with rats".

"If you don't ask for mercy, you will die!" He didn't want to drag on any longer. He thought that this trip was just killing the dragonfly. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was in a bad mood: "Kill it quickly. It's right to go back to practice."

When he thinks of practicing, his heart is a little undulating.

"Since you don't beg for mercy, just die!" He was upset, and his spiritual sword was raised, and he was about to behead Wang Fan's head.

"Slow down" Unexpectedly, Wang Fan suddenly shouted.

"Hmm?" He smiled contemptuously and seemed that it was better to die than to live: "Kid, you want to beg for mercy, but it's a pity that I have changed my mind now. I will let you die."

"How could I beg you for mercy!" Wang Fan's eyes widened, as if it was strange that he could say such words: "I just want to show you something before I die." Before he finished speaking, a simple small mirror floated beside him.

The palm-sized, crystal clear small mirror makes people feel comfortable.

"What, the spiritual fluctuation is so powerful, good baby!" Fang can't see a wide range of knowledge. Although he can't call the name of the magic mirror, he also feels that it is extraordinary from the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Bear me here!" He was ecstatic and grabbed it forward.

The magic mirror suddenly floated forward and dodged. At the same time, the mirror flipped, and the skull could not move towards it.

"This is -----" Fang couldn't be stunned, and then he was stunned there, but there was a look of fear in his eyes, as if he saw something extremely horrible from the mirror.

A familiar figure, standing on the top of the mountain, tall and majestic, elegant and extraordinary.

"Big brother" he shouted loudly. No, that man is not him. His face is wrinkled, his head is gray, and his body is bent. He is not as handsome as he is now. But why is that face obviously him?

"Brother, help me, I'm going to die." The old man cried and even bowed down and knelt up.

"Well, life, old age, illness and death are human feelings. In the past, you didn't work hard to practice. When Shouyuan was approaching, you remembered to regret. It's too late!" The cold voice and ruthless words made his heart like ashes.

"Big brother, help!" He still didn't give up, because he still remembered that when he was young, the eldest brother loved him, and he believed that the eldest brother would not leave him alone.

"Tian'er, pull out this dying man."

With the cold language, a figure suddenly appeared on the side of the top of the mountain. He was unrestrained and elegant, but he showed a gloating smile, as if to say, "Uncle, you are so old and immortal. You are finally finished, haha."

"Tian'er, I'm your uncle. Help me!" The dry old man, for the sake of life, gave up any dignity, grabbed Feng Shen's handsome nephew and pleaded bitterly.

"I'm old and immortal. I've had enough of you for a long time. I can't practice by myself, and I still pretend to be a ghost in front of me every day. Don't think I can't see it. You've been unhappy for a long time. Unfortunately, it's a pity that I've been unhappy with you for a long time. Haha, I'll keep you down from the top of the mountain and turn you into the dust in the mountains!"

Fang Tian was like a fierce god. He actually pulled him up and threw him directly from the top of the mountain.

"Ah!" He screamed, hurriedly running his spiritual power, and wanted to fly, but somehow, the spiritual power disappeared. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the ground, a head suddenly appeared on the ground, which was the iron master who could not die.

The head laughed, with black blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and said arrogantly, "I said that you will eventually turn into a touch of dust. How about it? Now let me get it right!"

"Ah" He shouted in horror, his voice was sweet, and his eyes were dark. He didn't know anything about it.

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Wang Fan looked uneasily at Fang in a daze in front of him. He was wondering if the magic mirror didn't work, so he listened to his "ah" scream and spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked up and fell down.

"It still works" He was shocked, and then he was overjoyed.

When he was cut off his arms and fell to the ground, he knew that most of them could not be spared this time, but when he thought of the magic mirror where the old god was in Dantian, he was extremely unwilling, so he took advantage of his words to slow down and then tried to force it out the enemy.

However, it looks like a stubborn donkey, rushing to pull back. No matter how hard he tries, it won't move.

At this moment, Master Iron's head moved, and he couldn't be angry and turned to him. His murderous spirit overflowed, and he didn't even dare to move the grass on the ground.

Wang Fan was secretly saying that my life was over, but the Taoist spirit suddenly trembled rapidly, and finally rotated up, and then rushed out along the meridians. When Fang was unable to prepare to die, he appeared on his side, and then there was the scene above.