Chapter 3907: Immortal
Chapter 3908-Immortal
Zhuo Bufan quietly looked at the samurai sword lying in his arms, turning into wisps of black and purple smoke, disappearing between the heavens and the earth.
"Why don't I know?" Zhuo Bufan murmured.
Over the years, the reason why he gradually distanced himself from Shijian was also sensitive to discovering Shijian's feelings for him. Just as he was the emperor in the past, the Bingdi admired him so much and caused disaster.
Anything that has cause and effect can't be avoided after all.
"Zhuo Bufan, I didn't expect that you could let me be a clone to break your bones, willing to die!" At this time, a voice of charm spread into Zhuo Bufan's Shenhai.
"Black Lotus!"
Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fists, his eyes revealed fierceness.
"Even though Shijian is my clone, I was isolated from the Taiyi Universe and was not affected by me. I wanted to take back this clone. It was still a little troublesome. It's a pity that she moved my power for you, slowly being taken by me. Invade, otherwise, she wouldn't die so fast." Hei Lian's laughter slowly echoed in Zhuo Bufan's mind.
Zhuo Bufan knew that the sword was all for himself, and Hei Lian threatened her to come to Tianlinghai, but she never knew what she had experienced in Tianlinghai before becoming the lord of the Misty Rain Temple, independent Facing the pressure of Xi Leng, Lang Ci and others.
It is also for myself, not hesitating to use the power of the black lotus to infiltrate the Demon God Ruins, break the seal of the scorpion stele, and help myself obtain the immortal inheritance of the **** seal.
I recalled scenes in my mind, the pure and lovely girl with double ponytails, following by her side.
The brave young girl with a sharp sword in her arms stood quietly behind her and watched herself, practicing sword skills assiduously.
"Servant sword, I will show you the Desolate Misty Rain Sword again today..." Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand and a yellow wine gourd in one hand.
In the sky, there was a hazy drizzle, like smoke and fog, and the raindrops fell in the pond, and fell on the lotus leaves into crystal clear water droplets, rolling down.
Zhuo Bufan didn't use the power of divine power and blood, as if he was an ordinary vulgar warrior, performing swordsmanship.
The light of the sword is erratic and mysterious to the extreme, filled with a sad mood, even if Zhuo Bufan’s Taoism is as solid as a rock, after thousands of years of cultivation, he can’t maintain his composure in the face of the death of his deceased, and the world seems to be filled with sorrow. Breath.
The sword light is like water, drifting between the sky and the earth, without any divine power fluctuations, but the rain seems to be entangled together, as if the sky is blooming rain flowers.
Zhuo Bufan performed his swordsmanship to his heart's content, completely immersed in his mind.
"My son, I have seriously practiced Misty Rain Swordsmanship, I will show it to you again."
"Well, there are some shortcomings in these places, but you have mastered the sword intent."
"There is a small pink flower in the mountain with six petals. I made a wreath, son, does it look good?"
"Okay."
The voice and smile, the silver-like laughter, returned to Zao Bufan's mind.
"what!"
Zhuo Bufan roared to the sky, and all his breath burst out immediately, and patches of scarlet dragon scales grew on his skin, blood rushing into the sky, filling the entire Temple of Misty Rain, rushing thousands of miles, like a pillar of blood, making countless practitioners of the Temple of Misty and Rain stunned and frightened. .
The Crimson Vice-Hall Master looked at the main temple in surprise, his body trembling subconsciously, "It's such a terrifying power of energy and blood, has something big happened?"
"It seems to be the breath of Haixin's Law Protector!" Fairy Lianfeng was also surprised.
Every strong man flew out of his house, looking at the horrible scene from a distance, the main temple was enveloped by blood, and the dense blood was condensed into mist, rolling and tumbling, stunned.
The terrifying power of vitality made them unable to approach at all.
Zhuo Bufan broke out all his forces, threw away the yellow wine gourd, fully displayed his swordsmanship, and incorporated the law of time into it. The surrounding scenes became blurred and time went back.
He seemed to be in another time and space. The rain stopped. In the pavilion, he was sitting with Shi Jian, whose breath was fading away.
"Break it for me!"
Zhuo Bufan slashed over with one piece, but there seemed to be an intangible film in time and space, easily blocking Zhuo Bufan's angry sword, and the film just rippled with a layer of shallow ripples.
The **** master can travel through time and space and resurrect the dead, but Shijian is one of the billions of Heilian clones, even if he has been in Hanoi for a long time, he can't stop Shijian's death.
"what!"
Zhuo Bufan rushed into the crown with an anger, the seeds of divine power burned, and the sea of qi and blood boiled. Among the nine immortal immortal seals flowing in his body, one of the immortal seals emitted a brilliant golden light, completely integrated into the blood, and disappeared.
This also indicates that Zhuo Bufan is stepping into the "immortal realm", where the flesh, blood, law of time, and law of space are all integrated.
"cut!"
He struggling to slash again, and also encountered the barrier of the film. This time the ripples of the film were a bit more intense, but it still couldn't break the barrier.
In an instant, Zhuo Bufan's energy was exhausted, and he opened his mouth and spouted a mouthful of blood.
The surrounding time and space are still constantly rewinding. There is a scene where he and Shijian go shopping and eat food, and discuss the laws of time and space together.
Soon, the picture returned to one night. Shijian was wearing a purple dress, with delicate hair and beautiful makeup, standing on the steps of the main temple, quietly looking at him, and then raising his jade finger, a wisp of purple The light absorbed his divine sea.
Zhuo Bufan knew that at this time, Black Lotus was already in control of the thinking and actions of the sword.
Standing in another time and space, Zhuo Bufan watched as he fell to the ground in pain and lost consciousness after he was hit by the black lotus secret operation.
Suddenly, the fallen self actually stood up, his eyes turned red, and slowly walked towards the dark corridor in the depths...
"what?"
Standing outside the long river of time and space, Zhuo Bufan saw this scene, his arms trembled lightly, and he immediately exited the long river of time and stood outside the pavilion again.
He never expected that he actually walked into Shijian’s bedroom that night, but when he woke up the next day, he was still asleep on the steps. There is only one possibility that the sword put him on the steps of the temple. Don't want him to blame himself.
Above the temple, the qi and blood shrank like a rainbow pillar and returned to Zhuo Bufan's body.
Zhuo Bufan could sense that certain restrictions in Tianlinghai seem to have been broken. He can easily leave Tianlinghai. In the future, practitioners in Tianlinghai will no longer be suppressed and can cultivate to the immortal realm. Leaving Tianlinghai.
"Going back to the Three Realms, Dao Ancestor may have a way to save Samurai Sword." Zhuo Bufan returned home like an arrow.
But before leaving, he still needs to deal with the affairs of Misty Rain Temple. After all, this is the painstaking effort of Shijian.
All the masters of the Dharma Protector of the Temple of Misty Rain were notified and immediately rushed to the Temple of the Lord. They also wanted to know what had happened just now.
Zhuo Bufan stood at the top of the main hall, and when everyone arrived, he announced the news of the death of'Xiao Lin'. There was an uproar below. He didn't know what happened, and Zhuo Bufan didn't disclose Black Lotus. The demon of the Three Realms who caused disaster is too far away from them after all, and even Buddha, Taoist, God Ancestor and others can't kill Black Lotus.
